*I do not own Jane and the Dragon or its characters
This was a bit different for me since it is sad and I do not like to do sad/tragic fics, but it'sa learning experience. This was written as a request for AnimusArcher, hope you enjoy.
It was three days, three long painful days of which I could hardly remember. They surrounded us so fast, three thousand of them with their catapults and their arrows and swords and shields, so much metal. Now that I think about it, they must have been waiting, planning for us to show up. No, they knew somehow, how they knew was beyond my knowledge.
When I woke from the sleep they induced me, I was alone in dark room with a damp dirt floor. The only light was what entered throw the bars that were too high to reach.
Separated for three days, they denied me food and water. I had barely enough room to stretch, with my feet hitting the fall with every move I made. They had taken my armor and my shield, away leaving me in my most vulnerable state. I yelled and screamed, demanding to know his whereabouts; I lost my voiced before nightfall on the first day.
By the time I saw light for the third time, I was delirious; that day they took me out of the hole of the pit which I was in, finally freedom had come I thought. I grasped at the space before me to check if it was real. I was free to go, except there were conditions; I could only go if I won the battle. I could only nod and proceeded where they clothed me back in my armor and handed me the most dangerous weapon I had ever known, my dragon sword; I threw it down as soon as I saw the flash of green in the corners of my eyes.
With a hard shove, they shut the gate behind me leaving me in some sort of arena. I fell to my knees, with my sword thrown right beside me. The beast before me hardly moved, with clear signs of exhaustion and abuse. I wanted to call out to him, but my voice would not come out.
The audience consisted of a man of power seated upon throne made from skulls. Just like before, he declared who ever survived champion. It was nothing more then a game I thought.
Dragons voice came out hoarse, a tired voice which begged me to finish him. A lump formed in my throat, and a cry wanted to escape, but I restrained it. I reached out to touch his snout, but he backed away, shaking his head no. It was something I could never agree to, something which even in my weakest state I could not do. But he would not have it, curse his temper, curse it. Clawing at the ground, he apologized right before he lunged at me, throwing my body several feet away.
With only a few strides he stood over my body, sadness spilled from his eyes, and I almost drowned in his salty grief. He begged me, but I would not do it, it was against all my morals. He could have finished me off, buying his freedom with my death. My limbs could not feel, numb from exhaustion, pain, and will to keep my promise. I closed my eyes, not wanting to believe such atrocities that were reality. Without my permission, without my consent, he took my sword the very sword of which I swore to protect him, and he protected me by impaling himself with it. With a heart full honor, with every thunderous beat, warm blood gushed everywhere, with each beat I was at risk to drown. He staggered away, and fell away from me. With an outstreched hand, he took hold of my hands but let go as soon life as life left him.
I closed my eyes, and laid there hoping he might wake up.
On the forth day reinforcements had arrived, and I was still there, and so was he beside me like he always had been. I refused to leave him, "You and me together", that was what he used to say, together till the end.
I know not of what came of the barbarian which sat on that disgusting throne, but I hoped that justice would be served.
As my fellow comrades carried me away, I saw the space between us grow further and further. I groaned and flailed my limbs, begging to be left there, but the raven haired knight would not listen, claiming the events drove me mad. I soon tired, completely defenseless. For the first time in my life I cared not what Gunther would think, or what anybody else would think, and sobbed terribly.
In one day we were parted in more ways then one, I lost faith in humanity, I lost my innocence, and I lost my friend.
