A/N: I write this fic with great dismay and sorrow. If you had encountered such a terrible fate, please share it with us. I went hysteric as there were no previous save before it… I hope you enjoy it.
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I couldn't breathe.
The chill of the frost spell echoed in my ebony armor; every single muscle twitched in utter pain… even my eyes were iced up and primed towards the cunning Hagraven.
Could it be? Does the path of the Dragonborn end in a forsworn- plagued temple?
The vile crow approached carefully, pleased from her spell no doubt, she raised her sickled talons and stroke…
Flesh torn apart, blood splattered.
Shadowmere was the one who took the blow on my behalf, I barely whispered "Run" to my faithful steed but he paid no heed; his throttling body lunged the Hagraven a couple of feet away. His fury red gaze was locked on the charging brianheart. A fearsome kick which knocked him down the ground was followed by a crushing stomp on his corrupted heart ending his life instantly.
To dispel the paralyzing effect, I merely warmed myself with a weak fire spell… that ought to do it for now. Shadowmere came to me, limping then suddenly, he kicked me away….. By the gods no….
The Hagraven casted a sharp spear of ice that punctured shadowmere's heart instead of mine. "SHADOWMERE NOOOOOOOO! I WILL DROWN YOU IN FLAMES!" My armor turned red due to my wrath of flames. The crow woman was dancing in fire just like the book, I used to feel satisfied while watching the turning of my foes to crisps….somehow, I didn't feel it… I was drowning in a sea of regret for bringing Shadowmere to this place.
His black soul was barely inches from oblivion…there is nothing to do but to watch his departure in pure angst.
"Shadowmere, my most dear friend… forgive me."