This, is the story, of how I died.

One day, I overheard a man saying that Snowpoint was in pretty bad shape. I had asked my colleges if they wanted to check it out with me, but they refused, except for one. Daniel Goodguy. We set out to Snowpoint the next day. After a couple hours of walking, we reached a cliffside. We decided to set up camp there for a bit and rest. At some point I fell asleep.

I awoke to Daniel standing above me. He had a knife in his hand. It took me awhile before I realized that he was going to kill me. I managed to dodge his stab and got up. I reached for my sword at my side, but it was gone. Daniel had taken it while I was out. I looked back at him and he was charging toward me. I managed to dodge his attack, but i couldn't anticipate him immediately turning around and going for another quick stab. He managed to get me in the stomach area. I didn't feel anything as my powers negated pain, but I was most defiantly bleeding. Daniel than kicked me into the ground and held me there. He went for the killing blow, but I managed to block the attack and get him off me. After getting him off me, I noticed my sword lying on the ground, and ran toward it. What I didn't realize was that the sword was on the cliffs edge, and when I picked it up and turned around, all I saw was Daniel running at me and kicking me off the edge of the cliff. I fell to my death.

My name is Rebecca Harss, and that, was the story, of how I died.