Source - PeakPX
The man looks up through wild and bloodshot eyes. Hair thick with dirt and blood clings to his head. His armor - or what's left of it - hangs in scraps off his bloodied frame. Wounds cover every visible inch of his body, and tears well in his eyes, as he faces the creature... the being... in front of him, which is swiftly closing the distance between them. His sword drops from his hand - already blunted beyond use - and he drops to his knees. It wasn't supposed to be like this. This was meant to be a total revolution of his lifestyle. A means to wealth beyond that of kings.
His voice shakes as he pleads, "Please... please... I - I don't want to die..." while memories of his fallen best friends and adventuring companions flash through his mind.
His eyes widen, as the being halts it's advance and hovers a few feet from him. A faint blue radiates from it's skin, and a smile spreads across it's face. A soft chuckle causes the man to shiver violently, terror filling his soul. His eyes slam shut, unable to face the death that is surely imminent.
"Your wish..." the being says, it's voice ancient and accented, "is granted."
The being laughs, and the man opens his eyes just in time to see it disappear. It's haunting laughter seems to cling to the air for what seems like ages, and the man collapses - frantic sobs ripping through him.
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