A/N- If you recognize movie lines, they are not mine. The same applies to the characters we all know and love. Enjoy!

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"Kill me. You must, for I will not stop."

"Sorry pal; I win, you live." The red demon spoke to me, lifting the crown from my head. My wounded pride and honor revolted within me as I watched the son of the fallen one walk away with the crown, my crown. His strange companions moved towards him, rallying around him at his victory. Rage fueled me as I rose to my feet, drawing a slender dagger from my belt.

I will plunge the blade into the demon's heart. The Golden army should not be commanded by the devils' spawn.

A sudden sharp pain knifed through my chest. Dropping my dagger, I saw my own blood spurting from my body, though no blade protruded from the wound. I looked toward the dais, seeing my sister pull her dagger from her body.

"Nuala..."

Gasping, my knees buckled beneath me but I did not fall. The red demon held my arms, a surprising expression upon his face.

Sorrow?

"The humans, they will tire of you. They have already turned against you. Leave them." I watched as my words struck true. I could see pain in the demon's eyes. "Is it them, or us?"

Memories from my long years flashed through my mind. My mother, taken by an assassin's blade, my father crippled from the loss of his arm. My friend's and comrades slain by humans. Wink, killed by the very demon before me. The humans forgetting our race, trampling our green lands to dust under their feet.

"Which holocaust should be chosen? We die, and the world will be poorer for it."

Pushing away from the demon, I summoned the strength that remained within me. Sorrow enveloped my own soul when I saw the fish-man kneeling over my sister. Through our link, I felt her love for the one called Abraham. He took hold of her hand, and I felt his thoughts as well.

What have I done?

Through our link, I knew that I had chosen my holocaust. My own selfishness would now rob the world of not one more magical being, but two. Nuala's self-sacrifice stung me as strongly as the wound in my chest. I was taking her away from the man she loved. If asked of me, would I do the same?

Forgive me, my sister. Forgive me Abraham.

Nuala's face turned towards me for an instant, a brief smile on her face. The fish man as well looked at me quickly, a tear trailing down his scaled cheek.

"Nuala, my sister."

A green wood suddenly appeared before me. Nuala sat in a ray of sunlight, beckoning me closer. Looking behind me, I saw my earthly shell crumble. I turned, walking to Nuala. Years of staunched tears ran down my face. I fell at my sisters feet, not able to look in her eyes. I felt her hand upon my head.

"Do not sorrow, brother. Abraham heard your request. In time, his heart will heal, as will mine."

I looked up, seeing forgiveness in my beloved sister's eyes. She stood and took my hand, leading me through the forest.

"We are all given another chance, brother." Nuala gestured towards two elves sitting with their hands intertwined. One turned to me, revealing my father, Balor. The elf beside him stood, holding her arms out to me. I fell into her embrace, inhaling her long forgotten scent.

"Mother." I pulled away, looking into her eyes. The light of a mother's love shined brightly in from her face.

"Welcome back, my son."