Chapter 1
A venomous voice echoes in his head as he plummets. "You are a vain, selfish man who cares for no one but himself," it hisses. "You do what you please, you take whatever and whomever you want, with a complete disregard of consequences." A pair of cold hands hold him by the throat. He can feel the strength - precious strength the warrior valued above all else - being drained from his body.
"You are strong, Warrior, but you are weak of heart. You do not deserve your title."
Stars dance in front of his eyes.
"You do not deserve your praises."
His consciousness wanes as the cold hands tighten.
"And you do not deserve the love you are so readily given."
As his grip on reality slips away, he hears the voice whisper, "They shall never find you. I promise you that."
Wind rushes by him at alarming speeds, but he can't bring himself to care. He is numb to the pain, the icy winds dulling his aches. Funny, he thinks, how easy it was for his attacker to bring him down. One of the fiercest fighters Asgard had ever known - a member of the Warriors Three, no less - powerless against a man who had barely fought a day in his life; but now, falling through the heavens, he couldn't recall the face of the man.
Not even his name.
A brief flicker of blue warns the warrior that he is nearing... something. Be it land or water, he knows not. Mentally, he braces for impact; his body is too weak to follow suit.
He feels the heat before he feels the impact, but when he does, he feelsit. Searing pain makes flames dance behind his eyes. Every part of him is screaming in agony, but his voice is nowhere to be found.
'So this is how it ends,' he thinks as he feels the dark wave of unconsciousness washing over him. 'This is how I die; Fandral, member of the Warriors Three, dies at the hands of a faceless man...'
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What shall become of poor Fandral? And who was it that managed to get the upper hand on him? Find out in the coming chapters of "Fallen From Grace" !