He tried to shout out to her, to warn her away but found he couldn’t. He could feel the purity of his essence, like flowing water, dripping onto the sands and deep into the desert. He was no longer alive but at one with the earth. In the distance, he swore the woman he had tried to save was kneeling next to him, a tear drop cascading down her cheek to land on his chest.
“I did not want this,” she whispered.
(from Keepers of Water (Guardians of Nature), by R.G. Porter)
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