His sword came down, and I saw the faces of my people in his blade. Time seems to slow down as I stare into the reflection of the silver metal. I meet the gazes of the people who once saw me as their beloved leader, I see the eyes of those who wish for me to move on. I watch the heads of the ones who do not wish to watch me leave.

I was once the adored ruler of this kingdom, I was loved and cherished. I never thought it would all come crashing down when my older brother, who was once banished from these lands, came back and brought chaos on my people. I was powerless to stop him, I was weak and unable to protect those I care about.

I should've been stronger. If I wasn't sick, I would have been able to stop him. But alas, I have always been one to use words instead of arms. As a child, I never wanted to hurt anyone. I didn't take part in my father's training, I wished to heal instead. I hated seeing the blood and the wounds of my people. Now, I am older and my body is failing me even at a young age as mine. I still do not wish to bring harm upon anyone, those who have wronged me get what they deserve in the end.

As I lay here on the wooden block, I watch their grief stricken faces. I avert my gaze from my people, their teary eyes feel like daggers in my heart. I look towards the sky and the clouds, such a beautiful day as this shouldn't be one of sorrow and despair. The blue of the world above is a bright and marvelous sight. The clouds ride the steady breeze across it.

I won't be able to save myself or my people from what is to happen but I did all I could when I did rule this land. I know that my brother and those who helped him will get what they deserve soon.