He sighed and opened his eyes. The time for praying was over…. The time for action had come. He walked slowly, treating every step as his last. Each step he took was one step closer to his destiny. He felt no longer fear, but disappointment. Disappointment that he could not complete what was required of him.
I leave a legacy of danger and destruction to those who follow me, he thought. As he looked behind at the endless masses of black behind him, he smiled grimly. His death would not be without cause. Choice is free for all living beings, and I am no exception.
He almost hesitated, but after that, he had no qualms of what he was about to do. He made sure he was being followed, then continued. He had often heard, that when men are about to die, their whole life flashes before their eyes. This was not the case with him. Instead, he saw every single failure, every single person who died due to his mistakes. Faces flashed in his mind, growing larger and larger, until everything else was blocked out.
He peered over the edge, his eyes unable to pierce the bottomless depths. He then took one last look behind him, and jumped…