Eldarion stood alone surrounded by a pile of bodies. The Daleks surrounded him. One of them approached him, keepings its laser pointed at him at all times.
"I am Dalek Y. I am third in command of the destruction of Middle Earth. You are important- the third in command of your Middle Earth resistance. I thought it would be fitting for you to die in this way," stated the Dalek, who had identified himself as Dalek Y.
"Daleks don't have emotions. You think it is fitting? That's an emotion. How come you have these emotions where no other Daleks have them?" asked Eldarion.
"I am more than a Dalek. I am better! I am stronger! The Dalek Emperor constructed me and augmented me to be his personal advisor. To kill in the best possible way, or worst. Emotions bring forward new strategies! The Emperor saw this, and created me! I am incensed by your classification! I WILL EXTERMINATE YOU! WHAT'S MORE, I WILL EXTERMINATE YOU IN THE WAY TO MAXIMUM PAIN! YOUR LAST MOMENTS WILL FEEL LIKE YEARS, DRAGGED ON THROUGH PAINFUL, TORTUROUS AGONY! I AM DALEK Y! I AM THE GREATEST OF DALEKS! EXTERMINATE!"
Eldarion tried to swing his sword, but it was too late. His body fell smoldering to the ground. Within moments, the only thing around his body was scorched grass. He joined ten thousand other men as they left Arda behind forever.
