It was cold, so, so cold. This place was empty and divoid of hope. He had no hope, no hope nor chance he just wanted to be free!
Free.
Free.
Free.
But freedom came with a price. A price he could not pay and he would not walk through that wyrdgate not now, not ever and he would never see his mother or father again. Never run through the fields of Terrasen, never run free embers and wind dancing between his fingers.
And Alex rider was sorry.
He was so, so sorry.
And so as the valg Prince feasted on his misery he closed his eyes lay back and gave in.
"I'm sorry mum, I love you. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough. I'm sorry"
Other POV
The mountain was draped in shadows, the darkness was the sort you walked into and didn't walk out of. Then it wasn't black and gold fire engulfed it and the mountain was no more and at the heart of the inferno was a young boy dressed in fire and blood a crown of fire, smoke and shadows he turned and smiled.
"why hello Thomas, why hello Yassan, it's good to see you once more"
and the Prince of Terrasen smiled at them victory sparkling in his eyes.