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Sanguinolency Petrichor - Solo Write 

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“This is it.” The guardian thought, falling from the cliff above, “This is how my story comes to an end.”

He opened his eyes, his vision dimming and worsening due to his blood loss from the fight.

He redirected his gaze to the top of the cliff, where his smug enemy stood. The look on his face made the hero want to scream, shout, keep fighting, anything...

But he couldn't. He's been thrown off, and now he's going to die, his existence tainted by his one failure. 

He tried to calm down. He's not going to give his antagonist the achievement of making him sob.

He shook his head. He's been falling for only a couple of seconds, but his mind was racing. 

He couldn't fail them. The kingdom. His village. His friends. Amami.

Everyone who believed in him, everyone who was there for him.

Everyone who loved him.

“No.” He managed to say determinedly in a hoarse whisper.

He reached for his dagger and held it in his hands, gripping onto it as if it was his final shred of comfort.

He tried to focus on the jewels of the dagger, as his blood tainted them a fair crimson.

The dagger started to duly glow.

He mentally nodded, knowing that even if he may not survive, at least the people he fought for would be protected.

“Please... Don’t fail...”

His closed his eyes and took in his final moments. 

Other than the overcast sky, the weather was nice. His friends would be racing horses at home.

The sounds of crickets and cicadas made a symphony, one that the children of the village would try to catch.

The air smelled of petrichor and blood. Ignoring the second scent, he thought back to his proposal to Amami.

She said yes, as long as he promised to take her to see the world. He wished he could've been the one to show her.

She deserved everything.

His eyes fluttered enough for him to see how long he has left, and let out a weak sigh.

It was a shame that his life was so short. Twenty-two years. Such an ephemeral.

The ground grew closer.

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