The end
what am I doing here? Devan thought to himself as he stood in the middle of the forest. he knew this was it, there was no going back now he had to go through with it. He took a deep ragged breath and pulled up the long dubble edged dagger, he felt tears burning behind his eyes. But he had to do this, or everyone would get in trouble, everyone would go the same fate as wich he was pushing on himself. But they would all be safe now, they would all live on and prosper. He took another deep breath trying to calm himself down, he clenched his fists togheter pressing his nails into the soft flesh of his palms wich caused blood to trickle and fall into the soft green grass at his feet. He fell to his knees sobbing quietly. He dropped the dagger as he fell, "why me?" he whispered to the forest but no reply came, not a sound exept his own heart drumming against his chest and his ragged breath. He snatched the dagger from the ground and stared at it. Maybe he could just runaway? they wouldn't find him if he got far enough. But he realised it wouldn't work, or it would for him but the camp would go under. He dragged himself to his feet and lifted the dagger high, "forgive me" he whispered in a broken voice as he plunged the dagger into his stomach causing him to let out a muffled scream of pain. He sank to his knees again the blood gushing from the wound, he smiled weakly as he lifted the dagger again and plunged it into his stomach again. They would never find him he hoped as he lay on his back feeling life slowly leaving him. He smiled one last time before slowly drifting away..
