I felt the heat boiling inside of me as my magic tried to save me. I felt the burn of the wound in my chest and the warm pool of blood that was spreading under my body. I could feel all of my power focusing on mending the gash that was killing me, but it would not heal. I looked around me at the battle that raged on despite my life slipping away. I saw friends fall at the hands of our enemies, I watched helpessly as their lifeless bodies piled on the ground. Rage and despair burned hotter than fiery flame. How could I die and leave my people to suffer at the hands of such montsers? How could I possibly protect them as I was meant to? I had to stop this onslaught, or die trying. A new heat filled my veins and I rose to my feet, prepared to meet my fate.