He stared up at the creature that had ruined everything. He was dying and it knew that. The creature came from below the earth from ancient times, to destroy it. To tear families apart, to rip the earth itself open, killing the brave few that had dared to try and destoy it.

It had succeded.

He was the only one left. Soon there would be none. The creature would kill him and if it didn't he would die from the wounds he had recived in the last desperate fight. The fight...

It had not been some brave attempt to stop the creature, it had been a desperate suicide attempt, all of them knowing it would fail.

Yet no one argued against it. It had been a way out, a way to die, to see the loved ones that had been lost again. None had the will to live anymore.

He looked up at the stars, somehow feeling relived that he could see them.

The creature followed his glance. "Tell me human." It whispered, it's voice suprosingly soft. "What are the stars to you? What about them is so great that you will waste your last moments looking at them?"

He answered in a calm tone he had not known he would posses when he died. "The stars... They held no importance. They are something we look upon and wonders about. We wonders what they have seen during their time of watching us. They are something we look upon and admires. Because they are beautiful."

The creature looked down at him. "In my time the stars..."

He interrupted. "What were the stars in your time? Living nightmares walking around? Demons of fire that attacked the innocent? Murderers you happily would watch do their work?" His strenght failed, his eyes slid shut as death reached him. He did not hear the creatures answer.

The creature knew, but yet it answered. "In my time the stars held no importance. They were something we looked upon and wondered about. We wondered what they had seen during their time of watching us. They were something we looked upon and admirered. Because they were, and still are human, beautiful."