This fic is dedicated to MissZarah because she was the one who gave me an idea that got this all up and running. Go read her stuff on LJ and RT, it's amazing.
No one's gonna take me alive; the time has come to make things right…
Some people would call it a sacrifice. But in my mind that sounded too noble, giving me the tantalizing picture of white knights, damsels in distress, castles, dragons and magical prophecies. I wish I could lose myself in that daydream the way I had lost myself in so many others but there was no time for that now.
I had to act.
I didn't give it a second thought. We had been through so much together; Maine and I, and I knew he would do the same for me in a heartbeat. So when I saw the gun locked, loaded and pointed towards his heart, I did the only thing I could.
I jumped.
Now it is up to you, dear reader, to make your own judgment.
Were we a pair of white knights, running and salvaging what we could in the midst of something greater than ourselves-a dragon whose flames could never be extinguished? Or were we merely feeding the fire?