I died again, this time however, there wasn't any pain. One minute I was on top of the world, feeling like getting out of the forest wasn't going to be as hard as the goblins would make it seem, and the next I was face planting straight into dirt.

I just faded away. Is it even possible to get out of this forest? I've already died 2 times, how much more do I need to suffer before it ends. I angrily get up, trying to blink back the tears threatening to well up.

No, I'll get out of this forest and a poisinous plant and some weak little abomanations aren't going to stop me. Rushing out of the cabin I look back to where I had started before, because of a plan. This is no longer a time for plans, if I want to get out of here I need force my way out.

Taking one last look at the path I had taken last time my eyes face the oppisite direction. Letting my anger and fear take over, I walk out of the dome, and run as fast as I can. Doing this I realize quickly my constitution was not able to keep up with how I was punishing it, that's fine.

Just before I feel like falling over from exhaustion I rest for as short as needed. Running like this I quickly learn is not favorable with my current state,and there's also the small problem of having nothing to protect my feet.

It doesn't matter though, I'm getting out of this forest. It won't cause me any more pain. I feel my feet start to bleed, and after having a couple close calls with bumps and dips I start to slow down.

Even though I slow down, my pace is still fast. After doing this until sweat is dripping of my body and my heart feals like it's going to stop any minute. I start to hear it, the leaves rustling around me the only warning before a war cry starts sounding around me.

My already exhausted body barely holding onto life somehow gets more power to run. The pain from my bare feet all but forgotten. Jerking my head behind me I see them, the goblins. There's only two in my sight but if the war cries are any indication there's more, alot more.

Though my feet are practically on their last legs, and I had already pushed my body to its limit, the goblins can't run nearly as fast as me, even in my worsening condition.

This can't last forever, I can already feal my body start to shut down. The goblins not having the same problem. My heavy breathing and failing body almost drowning my thoughts away, sadly not enough.

I was stupid, I'm going to die again. The war cries promising an assured and painful death, more goblins picking it up by the second. I take another glance back, there's now four, and even though I should have a edge on them, I don't.

The only thing still pushing me is my fear and panic of what will happen when they get me, and they will. I can feel myself slowing down more and more. looking to where I was running toward doesn't give me any reason to find hope. The same forest I've been in looking at for the past three days greats me, No way out.

I feel my legs start to give out, barely being able to hold my own weight. This was a stupid thing to do. I let my fear and anger control me, and it's going to get me killed.

I move to look behind me, witnessing my impending doom come closer. The sounds of war cries and the increasingly loud rustling of brush chilling me to the bone. This was on me, I caused this. I'm going to die again.

There's nothing that I can do to change this, the sight of little ugly green men coming out of the foiliage makes that clear. Or is there? I gained the power to see in the night when I needed it.

If I concentrate hard enough maybe it can help me gain power, the edge I need to get out of this situation. Focusing into myself for any mysterouis power just as I'm about to be killed is not ideal, but it's my only chance. As the goblins get closer to me I try to will my magic to manifest in anyway imaginable. Paying attention to anything at this point is nearly impossible, pushing your body to its absolute limit does that to you.

When they get to within a couple feet of me that's when it really hits me, Nothing is going to save me, not magic, not anything. The only thing that could save me is me, and I have proved completly incompetent at doing so.

The goblins rushing onto me barely registers, Falling over I try to lose myself in the fatique that ultimatly killed me, it doesn't take away all the pain. Having my body ripped and clawed into creates an undascribable pain no one should have to go through.

For the first time I welcome my death, and secretly, whether I knew it or not yet, wished it was my last.