A/N: A collection of Drabbles and short stories. Updated irregularly, depending on response and motivation. Maybe I will even continue one or another story but they won't become some big multi chapter fics because I already have three. This is some kind of training, maybe trying new things out. I'm happy about every response. Thanks for reading.

1. On the other side of that door...

My hands were in a tight grip of the handcuffs almost cutting of my blood circulation, not that it mattered anymore. My eyes fell on the thick, ancient wooden door before me. The dim light of the alcohol trenched torches was wavering on the musky stone walls.

I felt the heavy breath of my guard, an oger, at my neck. It smelled like foul eggs. I almost gagged when he grunted something in my ear. Pushing me forward I fell down on my knees. My body weakened and beyond exhaustion after days or maybe weeks of torture and improsonment. I was foolish trusting Taft even for a short time and now I had to deal with the consequences.

Roughly I was pulled up by my arm to stand and pushed me forwards again. Another guard opened the heavy loocking bolt. On the other side of that door my destiny was waiting for me. Every step was becoming more difficult until I stepped in the middle of the collosseum. The bright light was blinding my eyes that hadn't seen any sun light for weeks.

I tried my best to look strong but that was difficult. Various bruises and cuts were spoiling my body. My hair was filthy, my clothes sticky, wrecked and moist. I felt my muscles shaking, protesting. I was starved but I wouldn't show them weakness, I wouldn't let them too feel the satisfaction. Standing tall I looked directly in to the morrigans vicious eyes. She licked her lips in pleasure. Beside her various Fae elders and on the higher ranks every Fae who had a name or lusted for the spectacle. Everyone wanted to take a glance at the human, the ward of the ash who betrayed all Fae and caused almost a war.

As proudly as I was able I stood there with my head held high. I wasn't a person who held speeches that would move everyone around me. I wasn't one for famous last words but I would be standing my man or rather my woman. Fixing the Morrigan with a wicked smile I challanged her, visibly pissing her off.

The punishment followed instandly when I felt a knee connecting with my back. Slumping down I still grinned at her until my head was forcefully put down the block. Strong hands kept me in place. Waiting for Bo was probably a stupid idea. After I broke her heart I didn't expect her caring about me, not after I lied again.

A few speeches were held while I waited. They read the charges and the verdict.

My heart was beating rapidly and I felt sweat pooling at my neck. This was it. I've fought a battle I never was meant to win. I would be free. Free for the first time after years. No more fighting, no more suffering no more wrong decissions.

I heard a sword being pulled out of sheath. I closed my eyes in scared anticipation. A gust of wind trickled my neck and then everything turned black...