InkedFox
Officially, The Worst
Consider the following--
Your fate had led you to die under the stars alone.
No one will cry for you.
No one will miss you.
No one will remember your name.
Because fate had decided that this was meant to be.
He attempts to chuckle at the thought, only to fail to do so in the process. Too much blood sputtered from his mouth for him to properly laugh at the irony. Instead, he wells up, biting his teeth in a useless effort to fight his bitter sobs.
Here he was-- the leader, the tall hooded figure who bore the Mask of the Ram, could be found in such a desperate situation. His hands were severely punctured. To the point that even if they were to heal, there was no way he would be able to use them again. It's not like it mattered though. He knew fully well that he was supposed to die any moment now.
He sits up, propping himself up against the town's abandoned well. The well was no longer functional, it's rope and pulley system rotting away due to the lack of maintenance and the water had completely dried up due to the drought. Now that all the outer wells had ceased to function, the central well is all what the town had left. And even then, the water remains thin.
His chest heaves up and down in a ragid motion as he watches the night sky.
Ah...If only he could rewrite the stars.
His eyelids were too heavy to open anymore. Understanding that much, it was time. He inhales, breathing in the last breath of the mortal plane, enjoying his finale alone. He nearly smiles, enjoying the peaceful death-- until a large splash behind him forced his eyes to prop open.
The man behind the ram mask had no choice but to look into the well, only to see the night sky reflecting off the surface of the water. The very well that was first to dry up in the season was brimming with the highly sought after liquid.
His throat dries, unsure what to do with the information. Maybe he should have a sip of it; however, he decided that he was quickly against the decision the moment he noticed a body slowly drifting upward. He would not drink dead body water.
Startled, but curious enough to turn the body over to identify it, he reaches into the water with his wounded hands.
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