At the sound of someone calling me, I turn my head. Raleigh runs up with bloodshot eyes and grabs my forearm.
"A-are you alright now? Everyone is seeking shelter on higher ground! You must come too..."
WHOOOOSH!
CRACK.
About 2 seconds.
The sound of a whistling wind.
Raleigh and I turning our heads.
Until something flew and lodged in Raleigh's brow.
2 seconds.
I embraced his falling body and slowly laid him down.
"...Walter?"
It was the first time I had seen the focus leave someone's eyes so quickly.
"Lord Raleigh...?"
Naturally, there was no answer.
THUD.
Something strikes my side, bringing me pain. But even that pain felt like a distant fantasy that made no sense to me.
T-this makes no sense.
Just moments ago, it was night here. Raleigh was laughing and talking with me.
He had a better future awaiting him than being executed by James I. He had days ahead where he would live in glory as a pioneer of the New World, as much as he had worked for me.
