He lay there in the rain, unable to do anything but breath. well that wasn't entirely true. he had been gaugeing his surroundings for 3,000 years. even with his body being unconscious, his mind knew full well that the war was over and that his Great Commander had lost. But where did that leave him? His entire purpose was to kill the opposing forces, and he had allowed himself to get hit at the decisive moment of the battle. he still remembered the knight who had put him in this state. but now the curse would be lifting soon, and with it, he could finally find out what the world had done without it's prince...<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>He groaned as his eyes slowly opened. It was dark. Slowly making a fist to see how far  away he was from being able to move again, he stood up rather like he was in a drunken stupor. "I wonder..." he thought to himself, then noticing a bunch of lights in the distance, he began walking toward them. when he felt he could move freely again, he broke into an unaturally fast sprint. he was moving so fast that he failed to notice the SUV barreling across the road. It collided with him and his left arm fell limp. He fell to the ground and blacked out, laying limp in the rain as the SUV drove away, oblivious to it's victim's pain.