A/N: This is my first fanfiction. Originally, it was supposed to be longer, and about what would happen if Gregor lost his memories of the Underland. However, I noticed a huge plot hole, and the idea wasn't very appealing to me, anyways, so I instead decided to make the prologue into a oneshot. Sorry, all.
Death…
He awaited its sweet release…
For, the agony was unbearable...
He felt the pain in his side, the deep gouges in his back, and the jagged, uneven cut the blade had made in his chest. His own blade lay a mere two feet from his body, bent out of shape.
Unfixable. Just like him.
He knew it, deep in his heart. Although he had survived numerous things, even he could not pull through the wounds he had received.
I'm sorry, Luxa…
His hand made a feeble attempt to reach the sword, to feel its comforting grip one last time. Yet, he could not reach. He could not find the strength to even grab it, much less pick it up. Neither could he find the will to live. Not anymore. Not without Ares.
So he silently waited in the small cavern, blood from his wounds slowly trickling out onto the stone floor, merging with that of his enemy's.
He waited for death.
And ever so slowly, his eyes closed, but just before…
He could swear…
He could see it…
The white light…
A/N: Hope you liked it. I will be working on another story, though. I'm not going to rush it, however, so expect it to be posted in a week or two. Need a little time to organize my thoughts and reread the Underland Chronicles :)