Title: This Is The End
Word Count: 100
Note: This drabble was written for the theavatar100 live journal community.
This was the end. She could feel it and it felt like nothing.
She lay in the snow, the arrow through her chest, her punctured lung filling with blood. Her breathes came out as gurgling spurts of red that steamed in the freezing, antarctic air.
She raised her head toward the tent where her children were, waiting with their gran-gran. Her little warrior. Her little water bender. Beautiful children she would never hug nor kiss nor heal a boo-boo for ever again. She tried to sob but all that came out was blood.
Keep them safe, mother, keep them sa-