I really, really didn't want to have to tell ya'll this, but as the author,
it is my duty. This is the final chapter of the story Sapphire. I'm so
sorry! This has been so much fun, writing this story and getting to know
all of my reviewers! I hate having to end it here. There will, however,
be an epilogue. I hope everyone will continue to read my stories in the
future.
"Sapphire?" Seth whispered. She opened her eyes about halfway, and looked up at him.
"Seth," she murmured, looking up as though she was having trouble focusing. He touched her shoulder.
"Seth, I love you, and I feel certain this isn't the end. Don't ever forget me. . ." her voice begun to trail off.
"No! Sapphire, it isn't going to end this way! You'll live, live to escape this place!" Seth shouted, tears streaming down his cheeks. "It isn't going to end this way!" he shouted.
"I love you," she said finally, and her hand fell limp.
"Sapphire?! NO!" Seth shouted. He threw himself down on the cold stone ground. Nothing mattered anymore. He didn't care anymore. He lay there for a second, wishing that he could die. Anything was better than living without Sapphire. He slowly sat up.
He picked up her body. He traced her gentle face. Her eyes were closed peacefully. Her mouth was set in a thin line. He felt her shoulder. Crimson blood soaked his fingertips. Seth embraced the girl that had been dear to him for but a month. Only a month did he have to share his life with her. She taught him so much.
What had she done that made her deserve death? He deserved it much more than she. She had a near flawless past, innocent and open as blooming desert rose. Why was she the one lying stiff? It should have been him. He would rather die this very moment than live a lifetime without knowing her name.
He carried her out to where Storm stood under a palm tree. He lay her on the horse's back, and was about to mount when he saw something. His sword was still strapped to Storm's side, where he put it as their chase began. He had been right before. Nothing did matter. But revenge. He lifted the blade high above him. The morning sun glinted on its ruby hilt. In a clear and menacing voice, he called out to surrounding desert.
"I swear by my title as the high priest of all of Egypt that I will live to see the overthrow of the one who caused my love this pain! By my bloodstained hand, the pharaoh will perish!" with these final words, he jumped on Storm's back. He rode off into the sunrise, hatred and death just a few steps behind. . .
"Sapphire?" Seth whispered. She opened her eyes about halfway, and looked up at him.
"Seth," she murmured, looking up as though she was having trouble focusing. He touched her shoulder.
"Seth, I love you, and I feel certain this isn't the end. Don't ever forget me. . ." her voice begun to trail off.
"No! Sapphire, it isn't going to end this way! You'll live, live to escape this place!" Seth shouted, tears streaming down his cheeks. "It isn't going to end this way!" he shouted.
"I love you," she said finally, and her hand fell limp.
"Sapphire?! NO!" Seth shouted. He threw himself down on the cold stone ground. Nothing mattered anymore. He didn't care anymore. He lay there for a second, wishing that he could die. Anything was better than living without Sapphire. He slowly sat up.
He picked up her body. He traced her gentle face. Her eyes were closed peacefully. Her mouth was set in a thin line. He felt her shoulder. Crimson blood soaked his fingertips. Seth embraced the girl that had been dear to him for but a month. Only a month did he have to share his life with her. She taught him so much.
What had she done that made her deserve death? He deserved it much more than she. She had a near flawless past, innocent and open as blooming desert rose. Why was she the one lying stiff? It should have been him. He would rather die this very moment than live a lifetime without knowing her name.
He carried her out to where Storm stood under a palm tree. He lay her on the horse's back, and was about to mount when he saw something. His sword was still strapped to Storm's side, where he put it as their chase began. He had been right before. Nothing did matter. But revenge. He lifted the blade high above him. The morning sun glinted on its ruby hilt. In a clear and menacing voice, he called out to surrounding desert.
"I swear by my title as the high priest of all of Egypt that I will live to see the overthrow of the one who caused my love this pain! By my bloodstained hand, the pharaoh will perish!" with these final words, he jumped on Storm's back. He rode off into the sunrise, hatred and death just a few steps behind. . .