*~*~*Next Day*~*~*
Hitomi came into Folken's room, very worried about Von, Mystic was right behind her, her face turning red at the sight of Folken. Folken eyed Mystic wearily, not wanting to speak with her. at all. Hitomi started pleading to Folken about Von.
'Please Folken, make a column of light! We need to save Von!' Hitomi pleaded with him, her eyes looking sadly towards Folken.
Folken looked at Mystic. 'Do it Folken, for Von. your brother. You don't.. you don't want to lose him again.' Mystic encouraged him, looking up to face him. Mystic had grown more courageous now, seeing that Folken was too hurt to do anything to her.
Folken agreed, sighing as he activated the machine he had been working on since he and Mystic had been granted Asylum in Asturia by Dryden and his council members. But instead of the column of light transporting them to Von, it transported them to Dornkirk's Lair.
Folken, Hitomi, and Mystic looked to Dornkirk as he tempted them to attack and kill him, taunting them with his words. It was the end, Dornkirk knew that. Dornkirk thought he had won; he had no use for living anymore.
Folken attacked Dornkirk, against Hitomi and Mystic's desperate pleads. Folken spread his black angel wings, drawing his sword from its sheath. Folken attacked the exposed Dornkirk that had been taunting him for so long, just asking to be killed.
His sword cut right through Dornkirk, hitting the metal below him. The tip of Folken's sword broke off; the sword tip penetrated his chest, piercing his heart in a fatal wound.
Folken gasped in pain, drawing his last breath as he fell back towards the ground that was so far below him now. Hitomi and Mystic looked on in horror.
'NOO!!' Mystic called out, running to the spot where Folken lay in his own pool of blood, dying.
Mystic ripped a piece of cloth from her clothes. She pressed it against his wound, desperately trying to help him. She had kept a secret from Folken for about two months now. She thought she could've told him later, when the war was over.
'Please Folken, don't die on me. I need you, our baby needs you!' Mystic called out to him, tears streaming down her face, landing on Folken's bare chest.
Mystic was already two months pregnant, she had found out during a physical and had asked the doctors not to tell anyone, not even Dornkirk. She had still been willing to fight back then.
Folken looked at her weakly, happiness and surprise light his eyes up. 'A baby?' He asked hoarsely. Mystic shook her head in agreement, smiling as tears still streamed down her face. Folken continued to smile weakly up at her as he faded away.
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Diary,
It has now been years, since I found I was pregnant with his child. My baby, now seven years old, will never know his father, one of the greatest men on Gaea. Today is the anniversary of his death.
I went to his grave today; my son was confused, but sad. I have told my son so much about his father. My son wishes to be like the father he will never meet. I laid a bouquet of forget-me-not flowers at his grave.
Von held me close, comforting me.
I am now 22 years old, Folken would have been 32. I loved him, so much, Von loves me as well. Now he is here to protect me, for Folken...
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Hitomi came into Folken's room, very worried about Von, Mystic was right behind her, her face turning red at the sight of Folken. Folken eyed Mystic wearily, not wanting to speak with her. at all. Hitomi started pleading to Folken about Von.
'Please Folken, make a column of light! We need to save Von!' Hitomi pleaded with him, her eyes looking sadly towards Folken.
Folken looked at Mystic. 'Do it Folken, for Von. your brother. You don't.. you don't want to lose him again.' Mystic encouraged him, looking up to face him. Mystic had grown more courageous now, seeing that Folken was too hurt to do anything to her.
Folken agreed, sighing as he activated the machine he had been working on since he and Mystic had been granted Asylum in Asturia by Dryden and his council members. But instead of the column of light transporting them to Von, it transported them to Dornkirk's Lair.
Folken, Hitomi, and Mystic looked to Dornkirk as he tempted them to attack and kill him, taunting them with his words. It was the end, Dornkirk knew that. Dornkirk thought he had won; he had no use for living anymore.
Folken attacked Dornkirk, against Hitomi and Mystic's desperate pleads. Folken spread his black angel wings, drawing his sword from its sheath. Folken attacked the exposed Dornkirk that had been taunting him for so long, just asking to be killed.
His sword cut right through Dornkirk, hitting the metal below him. The tip of Folken's sword broke off; the sword tip penetrated his chest, piercing his heart in a fatal wound.
Folken gasped in pain, drawing his last breath as he fell back towards the ground that was so far below him now. Hitomi and Mystic looked on in horror.
'NOO!!' Mystic called out, running to the spot where Folken lay in his own pool of blood, dying.
Mystic ripped a piece of cloth from her clothes. She pressed it against his wound, desperately trying to help him. She had kept a secret from Folken for about two months now. She thought she could've told him later, when the war was over.
'Please Folken, don't die on me. I need you, our baby needs you!' Mystic called out to him, tears streaming down her face, landing on Folken's bare chest.
Mystic was already two months pregnant, she had found out during a physical and had asked the doctors not to tell anyone, not even Dornkirk. She had still been willing to fight back then.
Folken looked at her weakly, happiness and surprise light his eyes up. 'A baby?' He asked hoarsely. Mystic shook her head in agreement, smiling as tears still streamed down her face. Folken continued to smile weakly up at her as he faded away.
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Diary,
It has now been years, since I found I was pregnant with his child. My baby, now seven years old, will never know his father, one of the greatest men on Gaea. Today is the anniversary of his death.
I went to his grave today; my son was confused, but sad. I have told my son so much about his father. My son wishes to be like the father he will never meet. I laid a bouquet of forget-me-not flowers at his grave.
Von held me close, comforting me.
I am now 22 years old, Folken would have been 32. I loved him, so much, Von loves me as well. Now he is here to protect me, for Folken...
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