The final hour
Hey people, Regaliansoldier98 here. I wasn't really in the mood to work on The blood of over, but I felt like writing, so I figured I'd do a one shot. This is, in my opinion, how Suzanne Collins should have ended the series (Assuming she left it where it was, and Gregor never returned). Enjoy, and review.
"I have to get in closer if I'm going to take him out!" Ares dove through the air, and Gregor had his sword in hand. Before Ares knew what his bond was doing, Gregor leaped off, and landed facing the bane.
"Gregor! What are you doing?" his bond asked incredulously.
"The prophecy calls for my death, not yours. Besides, I'll have no life anyways. Forced to live above, I'd rather die in the underland than live in the overland, Ares. I just don't want you to die too. Go! Fly away!" As he shouted this, the bane roared in challenge, and Gregor turned to face him, Solovet's dagger in one hand, Sandwich's sword in the other. Shouting, he began to spin. He was whirling death, hitting the bane with both weapons repeatedly, but the monster did not fall. The warrior pressed harder, but was stopped suddenly by a claw to his chest.
The white rat raised his paw for the final blow, when a shadow bolted down, and Ares screamed, tearing the bane's throat out, and taking the final blow meant for Gregor. Ares fell to the ground and stretched out his wing. Gregor grabbed onto the claw, and whispered in a harsh voice, "Ares the flier, I bond to you. In life and death, we're one, us two. In dark, in flame, in war and strife, I save you as I save my life." He felt Ares's paw go slack, and he loosened his grip, but didn't let go. With his other hand, he pulled out the picture of himself with Luxa, and smiled. He hoped she would forgive him for putting her in the dungeon, and she understood why he did. That was his last thought, before he closed his eyes and his heart stopped beating.