-Cerys felt the familiar hit of uneasiness before the orcs attacked all of them. She could practically feel their breath idling on the back of her neck as she held the tip of the arrow near her lips while calmly breathing. They were just a minute away from where they were resting.. and before they even appeared, Cerys let her arrow fly, the arrows tip piercing the unseen orc...-

No one deserves to die. People deserve to watch the world survive the worst, & see it shine throughout it all. Through the worse. But how can they when they barely can lift a finger or even smile? I've seen people grow old in front of my very own eyes. I've seen them speak their last words... their last breath on this world. It used to sicken me. But now... I don't care.