His eyes travel around, taking in his surrounding and sees lifeless bodies, soil wet with blood and all he ever lost. A small flower hanging low yet still not crippled after everything that has happened caught his attention as he struggles to breath with death in the air. He drags his body towards the flower and collapses onto the dirty muddy ground. With shaky, blood covered hands he pats the soil as salty tears make their way down his face and water the little surviour. It would be okay. *** Set in the land of Omnia, where kings and queens rule, magic happens and so does tragedies.