He managed to crawl around the large stone blocking his way, a whine escaping him as the ground tore at the hole in his stomach.
Propping himself up with the boulder, his gaze fell on the sunset, his breathing slow and even, now and then he spat blood.
The injury was bad, he knew it, he hadn't believed the old bog hag with her criptic warning, the name came to him unbudden."Aeonid, heh think I will remember myself as that luck less fool." Touching the oozing wound , he just shook his head, getting comfy as he watched the sky shift colors, it was cold he was cold. But he knew it would not last much longer, he had left many in this same state, even watched them as they expired.
"Shoulda told Sareva....Shoulda told Narys." And amused snort left him, that ended in a pained groan."Better off with out me, the pair of them."
Drawing his blade, he lay it across his lap, giving the black butchers blade a soft pat, then got as comfy as he could.
The troubled soul that was Aeonid finally found the rest he had wished for for so long. Watching that final sunset as his life reached its end.
