"Are you okay? Answer me...
...
Please...
...
Please wake up. Wake up for me...
...
No..."
He thought he heard a voice. It sounded familiar, but it didn't seem to be that clear for a moment...
...then he remembered her: Long, dark hair and two orange horns that poked through it.
That...was what she looked like, right? Perhaps. Then again, there wasn't much left for thinking. He willed his eyes to open, but nothing came of it.
Usually, there wouldn't be much to it. After a few moments, he'd pop back up with a burst of rainbow light that came about whenever something like this happened. But...
In the spur of the moment, he had pushed her aside before a rather large arrow hit her, which instead was sent through his torso and through...many things.
There was that one ancient rule that those like him abided by...
If the death suffered was deemed Heroic...
