I layed there, feeling the cold that comes with death as my blood left my body.I heard her scream, but it was muffled, as if through a wall. Then I felt it, I felt the unwelcome peace that comes with death,it drag's me into the warmth of sleep. I see it then, I see the beautiful light in the darkness. I feel drawn to it's embrace,I want to go to it so,so much. I feel happy as i drift closer, ever closer, to the light. I feel a burden,a burden I didn't know i had, being taken from my shoulders.

  I hear her cry out my name, "GABRIEL!!" I feel an electric agony pulse through me as I attempt to escape the warmth, trying to remember something, but it hurts. Gods does it hurt, but I struggle through the agony of my soul being dragged into the light, 'No, I'm not ready, I can't leave her, I can't leave her with...', I remember. I fight against the light, feeling the hatred I felt when I saw him, my son,a boy no taller than my elbow, get a dagger slit across his throat, the shock and pain in his eyes... his emerald green eyes, an emptiness in them I never wanted to see, this rage helped me through the agony of ripping my self out of Death's warm, unwelcome,grasp. And...i fell...I fell through the darkness, going farther from the warm light, deeper into the darkness.....

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