Part 4
Disclaimer: See part 3!
Now, months later, a war had started between Meridell and Darigan. Over that small orb, that promised luck, crops and healthiness among Neopians. Sarah cried, she could've prevented this war, all she had to do was not talk to Joe. But that didn't matter now. Now Sarah wished she were dead. She had been an inmate here too long!
"Please Fyora, kill me! Let me die!" Sarah cried out to no one… That night her prayers had been answered. Skarl came down to the dungeons and stuck Sarah with a large spear, in the last 10 seconds of her life, Sarah laughed and told Skarl she would haunt him for ever. That dark dark night, Darigan got the orb, and Sarah the blue gelert died laughing.
To this very day, Skarl is still haunted by Sarah. She reminds him every night what it's like to die slowly. Ever so slowly.
Author's Note: This story was very short, and created for a contest in my guild! It failed to get into the Neopian Times so I just came here! If you wanna neomail me, my username is: raving_lunatic_4_eva! Thankies!