Neverwinters Hero- Deaths arrow.

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(Authors note: I won't be posting as often from now on as I'll be juggling between two stories. I find it helps prevent writers block Sometimes I post a few chapters quickly… other times in won't. Anyway judging by the number of reviews it won't be that much missed so oh well. Anyway… oh screw it you know what I'm going to say.)

Leonal:

The still beating heart of the yaun-ti pulsated in my hand, its precious blood cascading down my arm and splattering audibly on the floor, as I ripped it from the chest of the foul beast.

This bugger had raised an undead army to meet and greet us. How nice. Who says hospitality is dead? My mentor strode over to me as he eyed the fragment of a cure, before stating that we should get back and report our findings to Aribeth.

She of course was delighted by this most recent news saying how proud she was of us. She knew I was a good person all along. Strange… someone could have bothered to tell me.

Kastin:

I was worried about Leo. I knew the dreams still bothered him but he was a closed book. He would never speak of it.

He would never admit his weakness. Not to admit our weaknesses allows them to be exploited and for us to express them in ways we shouldn't (he had just ripped the heart out of a live yaun-ti with his bare hands after all.)

I was going to have to watch him. If I didn't who else would? As his mentor I'm supposed to remain impartial and report to our faithful masters exactly what I see, but I know he is better than what he seems- he just doesn't believe that. His actions here in Neverwinter alone proved that- he had returned hope to it even if he didn't believe hope existed.

I could sense the anticipation from Aribeth and Fenthick as me and Leo departed once more in search for the final reagent to the cure. The blood sailors had recently had some strange activity and I'd bet my left arm that they had something to do with this.

Further investigations regarding Venguals (the leaders) lover. Vengual had wanted to lure Nasher out of retirement? I'll never understand these people so long as I live.

Leonal:

Caleb fell as Kastin beat him to the floor before driving his dagger in to the chest of the now deceased blood sailor. Vengual had two archers at the ready, their arrows visibly trembling as we approached.

However, much to my surprise and agitation (I like a good fight) Vengual made no attempt to keep the creature from me. The cockatrice- after all this he was just going to hand it over.

Vengual departed, after proclaiming we would meet again one day. I somehow doubted that.

Kastin turned to me and I knew what he was going to say.

We should return… we have the cure etc. They all say the same thing now-a-days. "Leo we should… Le… Arrghhh" He stumbled forward, blood dribbling along his mouth, as he unevenly lunged forward before falling to his knees, the arrow that stuck out of his back shining with something I could only assume a was a poison subject.

"Kastin!" I shouted his name, before looking wildly around. Where did the arrow come from? Then I felt it… the arrow that smashed into my Achilles tendon. My knee gave way as a constant wave of arrows fired at me. I strained to find the stone of recall. If I could find it Kastin would be alright. I hadn't led him to his death. The betrayal of my people, which made him come here, had not been the reason for his downfall. It couldn't… it wouldn't… Kastin what have I done? The stone fell deeper into the pocket of my robes, as an arrow ripped through my stomach, and I fell with a crash onto my back. I could feel its rough texture as my fingers brushed the stone, and the pain in my stomach strained me. I would get that stone if it was the last thing I did. I barely registered the arrow that would have struck between my eyes had I not vanished to the temple of Tyr at that moment.

I was safe. Kastin was… Kastin… Kastin. Where the hell was Kastin! As I looked wildly around for answers Lady Aribeth stood a respectful distance away, her head bowed to the floor. "He's… He's… Kastin is…" I couldn't get it out as the word stuck in my throat. To say it would be final… irretrievable. He was here because of me. The thought roared in my head.

"I'm sorry Leonal… we where too late"

Too late? Too late? That why he was dead then. Because I couldn't reach the stone in time. If I wasn't so useless, he would still be alive. In many stories we are patronized about how good triumphs over evil… but that never happens. Kastin, the best man I knew, who would march to hell if the cause was just, was now dead. While I, the scrapper, the delinquent, the stain on society, the murdering fiend lived. Where's the fucking equality in life. Deep in Neverwinter wood ,a peaceful world of tranquil peace,l a hole in the ground, with only a dagger to mark is now all that is left of Kastin Fynolt. Ultimately were all dead men. We have only a limited time before we leave, and we have to do what we can while we're here. Kastin had always known that. Kastin. My mentor. My friend. My brother.

(Authors note: So that's chapter 7. Please read and review. I know you won't but I'll ask anyway.)