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HE COULD ONLY STAND AND WATCH AS
THE MEN CAME FROM BOTH SIDES. IN
THE HEIGHT OF SUMMER HIS PIGMENTS
BEGAN TO FLEET. THEIR RIFLES AT THE
READY. ALL AIMED, ALL FIRED. OPTIMAL
DESTRUCTION WAS MADE POSSIBLE
BETWEEN FIVE HUNDRED FEET. HE STOOD
IN THE CENTER OF THEM ALL, ONLY HALF
OF THAT DISTANCE AWAY FROM THEIR
MUZZLES. HE RECIEVED THE BRUNT OF
THE MINI BALLS AND HE WAS NOT THE
TARGET. GRAZING, PIERCING, ENTERING
HIS FLESH. HE CRIED A SILENT HOWL,
UNHEARD BY MAN'S EARS. EVER INCREASING
WITH EACH HIT. IF HE HAD BEEN CREATED
WITH LEGS, THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN
UTILIZED. THE BLUE CAME TO MEET
THE GRAY ON THAT FIELD. ON THIS DAY
THE RIFTED NATION MET AND CHOSE
HIS LOCATION AS THE BATTLEGROUNDS.
WHEN THEIR FIGHTING MOVED ON AND
ALL THAT WAS LEFT WAS HIMSELF AND
THE OTHER DYING MEN HE CURSED THEM
ALL. HE CURSED HIMSELF FOR BEING THE
WAY HE WAS. WHEN THE DEAD WERE MOVED
HE BECAME THE LAST. THEY WOULD NOT
MOVE HIM IF THEY COULD, NOT DEAD,
JUST DYING. FOREVER LOSING LIFE AS
THE TREES SHED THEIR LEAVES. THEY
MURDERED HIM THAT DAY, THOUGH
HE DIED MANY YEARS LATER. HIS SKIN
BEGAN TO PEEL OFF. HIS LIMBS DROOPED.
THE MINI BALLS WERE EATING HIS INSIDES.
THROUGH THIS PAIN HE ACQUIRED WORLDLY
INSIGHT. HE RETAINED THE MEMORIES OF
THAT DAY. KEPT UP WITHIN HIM IS ONE OF
THE ONLY ACCURATE HISTORIES OF THAT
DAY. AN UNTAPPED RESOURCE WILTS AND
DECAYS.