Líf

Cold metal pressed to your throat ready to make the tinniest movement. Enough to send you to the other side, or to simply push a threat your way, isn't that the moment we feel the most focused?

A moment before you could've asked me whether I cared or not if my life was threatened, I probably would've laughed, after all what child of the Thunder Mountain wouldn't dream of a death well earned? But not like this.

F***ing. Dammit. Are you kidding me? To die like scum? To die as if I'm worth nothing? Thrown to the dogs in this damn hut. This battle was a sure victory, and yet how am I in this situation? I just wanted what was mine, the ownership over the ancient mines in the mountains. The gold I would've gotten, the power, control, and above all the artificats, the blades and legendary tools used by the heroes of the past who wouldn't want that?

F**k but now this f**ker thinks he can kill me in the middle of the night because our swords are kept in the training hall.

"Any last words bastard of the ancient ones, hah that name is so fucking embarrassing who gave that to you? Huh? Asim tell me or I'll cut your throat now"

This bastard Louai really thinks he's the sh*t well so be it this little hut at least is at the top of this mountain and I can at least be close to those mines that were promised to me, since I achieved the greatest honor which was killing a beast with my bare hands, funny enough it was a bear, get it? I killed a bear with my bare hands? I should be a clown at a kings castle if I survive this, but no seriously that bear gave me a tussle, gave me 8 deep injuries and 24 shallow cuts, why do you think I can't fight back against this guy?

Anyways doesn't matter at least someone decently strong is killing me, right? He's like top 10. Well more like top 15, ok f**k he's barely a top 20 in the rankings how can someone with direct ancient blood be so low.

"Fucking hell Asim I know you're a quiet guy and all and you have inner monologues and stuff I wanted to respect that since you're our strongest, well after tonight previous strongest hunter in our batch but damn you should've talked more that's why no one hung out with you"

"Asim it was great talking with you but I really have to go", "Yeah just make it qui—" Louai then slit my throat quickly like a true descendant of the cave's shadow assassins would, the prick in the throat so precise that it's only purpose was to kill me without shedding excessive blood in fact all that was needed was a pillow to absorb all the blood coming out, conveniently since this was my hut a pillow could be found on my sorry excuse for a bed, and crap of a pillow but nonetheless enough to hide my death.

"Well usually I would kill you in a way that would be instantaneous, but sadly I needed to leave as much hidden as possible sorry Asim, hope you at least make it to the other side in a place you like" Louai looked back almost cheerful making me realize why I never liked that f**ker.

Guess this it huh? Well at least I did something worth talking about in the afterlife, killing a bear is not easy I'll tell you that much, but hey I lived a long stretch 17 years would make some people jealous.

....But man I wanted to die at the hands of someone greater. Someone who could make empires tremble, someone who could make armies flinch, I wanted to die after finding a person like that, you know? At least that way I could say I died to someone great.

Usually don't people get flash backs? Was my life so boring that I can't even get a final show of my life? Wait, did the effects already kick in? As soon as Louai left I moved my hand up my throat where I thought Louai stabbed. Heh, that fucker missed.