It was the middle of the war as you were floating by the side of the young boy you had befriended, watching as he was struck by a arrow as you were unable to do anything. Floating close to him as he collapsed onto the ground with a blood stained shirt now, his blue eyes looking up at you as you floated by his side, you quickly took a form similar to his, picking up his weak body as you cradled him in your lap. He looks up at you with glazed over eyes, before reaching to try and grab your hand