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She felt the sting of the bullet ripping through her, and crumpled down onto the ground. There was the familiar crunch of the snow and as she fell, she sent up a tiny flurry of loose flakes that fluttered back down again. She put a hand to her wound in an effort to stop the bleeding; warm blood dripping down onto the white sheets of winter, her mortal dye. The sound of the battle raging on without her began to echo and fade, leaving her behind in peaceful quiet. The biting frost and pain numbed away giving her relief. There was nothing else more for her to do except lie there and let the snow flakes come down gently onto her. Her breathing became more shallow, and less frequent. The clouds of mist that escaped from her mouth gradually became less and less.
A final cloud. Pulled from her lips and disappeared into the winter breeze. With her eyes fixated onto the sky above, she drew her last breath.
The stars twinkled above in the night sky. They were beautiful.
