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It was as if my very being was wrenched from my body. My eyes strained to make sense of the blurry image before me. I heard it…The knife humming through the thin air as it cut deep into his chest, watching his last breath slip from his lips as a long stream of deep crimson ran down his chest.. I saw it.. I felt weak, worthless, how could I not help him? Why couldn’t I do something? My mind was racing. I felt my own heart pulsing in my chest. I was swaying with fatigue. My breath was hot and heavy. The blistering cold night was making my fingertips turn pale blue, I was frozen with fear. I lost feeling in my legs; I sunk into the cold hard ground squeezing the small layer of snow between my knuckles. His body was motionless, his scarf waving gently in the wind. His open wound was creating a pool of crimson around him. The snow around his body was crimson like small rubies the ice sparkled in the pale moon lit night. I shuttered as the warm blood reached my fingers shocking me. I gravely lifted my shaking hands up to my eyes... As if I couldn’t understand what was happening. The blood soaked into my skin, the last thing I will feel from him. The cold wind on the back of my neck, and the warmth of his crimson blood on my hands, small drops slipped of my hands into the snow. I wanted to keep his warmth with me. Like a last gift, a crimson red rose to warm my hands only. My head was spinning, I felt light headed and dizzy. I wanted to scream, to call for help, my mouth opened but it wouldn’t make a sound it only made swirls of warm mist that was quickly taken by the light wind. The wind also carried something else; the coppery smell of the crimson blood was all around me. Stifling me I couldn’t escape it. My knee's where frozen to the ground, I was wrapped in darkness. The silhouette of a person shuffled towards me, giving out a deep sinfully soft laugh. "What ever will you do, your love was just taken from you by my hands how un-fortunate"… The pale light from the deep sky reflected of his sly smile. The wind on my back made the hair on my back stand on end, my neck was stiff. I quickly jerked my arm out at a frantic attempt to grab my bow; the sound was sharp and instant. The crisp smell of gunpowder filled my nose. The pain, shot across my back rendering my arms numb as they fell to my side. Helpless, cold, I wanted to cry out. Is this it? Is this the way it all ends? My mind debated with itself... What should I do next? So many questions.. How will I survive? Will I survive? I did not expect to feel that cold tear as it glistened; falling onto my chest. My face was numb; it was spotted with dirt, and blood. Then I felt as if I was on fire, I embraced the adrenaline rushing through my veins, Anger. I moved faster than I expected to, and before I knew it. I drew the bow and planted an arrow right into the man's chest. A spray of metallic crimson mist drifted across the air from where the arrow hit. It covered my face, but my eyes. They see more now. It was over, the warming light I was waiting for.