Martin and I
The sky was on fire. Flames ate the clouds away. The sun was hidden behind thick smog. The great city was now in ruin. Fresh deaths scattered the land before me. In front of doorsteps laid dismembered torsos of the guards. They worked so hard to keep the city alive. The smell of decay was not in the air, yet.
My mission was to get the heir of the throne to the temple. So he can carry out his miraculous plan to save the lives of mankind, beast kind, and elfin kind along with that. I was more then happy to oblige with my own masterful plan. Martin the heir was behind me. "On my count we run like hell into the temple. One. . . tw-" Oh forget this. "Just run like hell now we don't have time!" I yelled running ahead.
I could hear the thumping of giant feet crushing the lives of those defending. It was the great god of chaos himself. His four arms held up a black menacing axe. His bloody tattooed skin reflected the flames around him. Minions were scurrying out of the oblivion portals impatient to wreck havoc.
I couldn't look behind me to see if he was still there. I was too afraid. Out of all my encounters with the mightiest of bandit kings and goriest necromancers, I was afraid. I have never felt fear before, or nervousness. I almost stopped to enjoy this new feeling but duty to the empire was at hand.
I ran into the temple door almost slamming the thing on the emperor's lost son's face. "Get the hell in here!" I yelled. If he died we all died. He was disheveled and dried black blood stained his new emperor robes. The Amulet of kings hung heavily on his neck. It was huge and gaudy but necessary.
He turned to me and said in an odd tone of dying man's "good bye my friend." He continued with one of his speeches that I barely listen to. Little did I know that this was the last I would hear. He finished and gave me a hug. I wasn't expecting this. I hate physical contact of any kind with any other living thing. He then ran up to the altar in the middle of the temple. He put the Amulet of Kings on the center and slit his wrists pouring royal blood onto the holly altar.
Suddenly there was a flash and the roof came off. It came off with marble pillars falling around me. I ran and took cover against a wall. Where martin stood was a god in the form of a dragon. The god of chaos did not take this lightly. He stumbled over a wall and took a swing at the dragon with his axe. The dragon dogged it and went for the god's neck. It twisted its jaw that clung to the buff neck of the god. The King of Chaos's head went into an odd position and collapsed. The body disappeared. The dragon took a step back and unrolled it's wings to shriek at the sky. In an instant the flaming hide turned to cold grey stone.
There was something wet on my face. Was it tears? Martin was dead. He sacrificed himself to summon the god that saved us. He was my friend, my best friend, my only friend. He cared more about the world then me. That Bastard.