Fly toward the city

The allure of a city so alien to your own is too great. You observe out acres of farmland and low farm houses that spiral around a central kingdom of stone. Marvelous towers stream brightly colored flags into the wind. The sound of jubilant singing reaches your ears. A harvest festival perhaps?

 

Unfortunately, the dwellers in the city have come to distrust the unknown. An archer, acting on an impulse of terror, lets a bolt fly that pierces your heart. You are dead before you hit the ground. Your body is preserved for the delight of future generations.