~*~Author's Note~*~
Thankies to all meh reviewers. Luv y'all muchly! * Huggles * Thanks for coming on this journey with me, Dimcoire, and Alcalatawen. This is the last chapter-Fate. It's short, but powerful. Thank you again-I'm glad you've enjoyed my work.
The lovers both had dreamless sleep that night. Dreamless, yes, but uneasy. As the sun rose the next morning, they were rudely awoken by guards, and pulled to their feet. Dragged out into the pale daylight, they were brought before the palace. Here, the lover saw each other again. No words were spoke-none were needed. They looked at each other; their gazes filled with broken dreams, and shattered hope. The guards pulled the two up onto the block, where Nuinmellon was waiting, garbed in robes of white. A crowd had gathered to see Alcalatawen and Dimcore put to death. The lovers' heads were forced roughly to their knees, and their heads were held against stumps. Alcalatawen's long hair was pulled back, and the executioners stood by-emotionless, cold, and bleak. Nuinmellon held his head high, and began to speak.
"Countrymen-we gather here today on a sad occasion. Two deserters, one a soldier underneath me, as well as his wife, have been caught. As you all know, this is a crime punishable by death. As far as I am concerned, no further words are needed. Let the execution commence."
Nuinmellon nodded to the executioners, who stepped forward. They brandished their sharp swords. The lovers' hands were untied, and they reached for each other. Hand in hand, they awaited their doom. Nuinmellon looked on, pitiless. With another nod, the executioners' swords fell. In a moment, it was done. Two heads fell, two bodies went limp-together.
Thankies to all meh reviewers. Luv y'all muchly! * Huggles * Thanks for coming on this journey with me, Dimcoire, and Alcalatawen. This is the last chapter-Fate. It's short, but powerful. Thank you again-I'm glad you've enjoyed my work.
The lovers both had dreamless sleep that night. Dreamless, yes, but uneasy. As the sun rose the next morning, they were rudely awoken by guards, and pulled to their feet. Dragged out into the pale daylight, they were brought before the palace. Here, the lover saw each other again. No words were spoke-none were needed. They looked at each other; their gazes filled with broken dreams, and shattered hope. The guards pulled the two up onto the block, where Nuinmellon was waiting, garbed in robes of white. A crowd had gathered to see Alcalatawen and Dimcore put to death. The lovers' heads were forced roughly to their knees, and their heads were held against stumps. Alcalatawen's long hair was pulled back, and the executioners stood by-emotionless, cold, and bleak. Nuinmellon held his head high, and began to speak.
"Countrymen-we gather here today on a sad occasion. Two deserters, one a soldier underneath me, as well as his wife, have been caught. As you all know, this is a crime punishable by death. As far as I am concerned, no further words are needed. Let the execution commence."
Nuinmellon nodded to the executioners, who stepped forward. They brandished their sharp swords. The lovers' hands were untied, and they reached for each other. Hand in hand, they awaited their doom. Nuinmellon looked on, pitiless. With another nod, the executioners' swords fell. In a moment, it was done. Two heads fell, two bodies went limp-together.