[ WP ] The last surviving member of a once prestigious warrior clan is getting ready to die .

I have been disgraced. My brothers have forsaken our sacred bond, they have turned heel and changed shoes, and ran like cowards to my enemy. They disgust me. 
 
 It is the one hundredth and seventy fifth time I've put on this armour, and the last. My view is narrow through the helmet, a beam of vision into the world from the blackness within. Yet despite my deep sorry, what I see leaves me breathless be beauty: a range of mountains, spines on a dragon's back, capped with snow of a purest white. The sun, throned in the kingdom of the Spirits is perched above them - my ancestors have defended these hallowed lands for thousands of years, and I can feel their disappointment crushing down on my hunched back. 
 
 But I wo n't surrender with raised arms, I wo n't shed a tear from my eyes, nor a drop of blood from my living heart. I go to die, the last of my people. 
 
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