And as the creature leaped into the abyss, he turned over and sent arrows filled with poison raining into the air. They pierced her skin one after another. She felt the searing pain as each arrowhead ripped her skin, and it seemed almost like she could feel the poison flow through to her veins instantaneously. It was slow and painful, but she knew it was inevitable that soon, if she survived, the poison would replace the blood that gave her life. As seconds passed like years, she saw herself, a creature of the damned, living the legacy about to be left behind by this beast. As certain as his death seemed at that moment, so did her damnation. As quick as hope sparked for the world, it flickered and died and everything was dark.