Grr... I know, it was over a month that it took me to update, and I'm really sorry. But computer dead for two weeks, and then it was like a huge avalanche cause I had to update all my other fics... so sry. Hopefully the extra long chapter will make up for that. You'll hate me for the cliffhangers though.
Chapter 17: Finale, part III, Fatalism
Long, blonde hair swirled like the mist that covered the ground as the owner turned around, stalking quietly through the shadows, his destination clear. The elf's chilling dark blue eyes appeared satisfied, pale hands reaching up for the crimson blood on them to be licked off.
How he liked the taste of blood. But ever more satisfying than the actual taste of the crimson nectar was the empowering feeling of ultimate choice over life and death. He threw a glance at the battered corpse left behind him, blood dripping slowly from the sadistically loving gashes he'd gauged across the yellow officer's face. But what was most satisfying was the gaping hole he'd run through the now limp body on the ground, a crimson gleaming mass of flesh visible through the gap in the clothing. He wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.
The demented elf gave a dark chuckle, poisoned motives seething from his mouth. Shaking his head, Rune continued his leisurely path through the palace's basement with his ultimate goal in mind. Nadil's head.
Stepping out of the shadows to stand in front of the mammoth metal doors, reinforced with all sorts of spells, he gazed thoughtfully up at it.
"I wonder..." he murmured softly, demonic blue eyes shifting up the length of the doors. He placed a slim hand on the smooth finish of the door, withdrawing it with a sharp growl as it fizzled and energy shot out, enveloping his hand. Cursing foully at the door as he held his temporarily numb arm, he muttered a short counter spell, and white mist rolled out from the surface of the wood. Giving a cold smirk, Rune pushed the door open.
"They actually though a last-minute spell like that would have kept me out?" he laughed at their ingenuity, blessing their naïveté, and went into the cold confines that held the fallen demon lord's head.
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The blue officer tightened his grip on the figure below him, leaving reddened bruises on her arms. The queen whimpered, gagging on the white powder that had been forced down her throat.
Kaistern smirked, bending low so that his mouth was next to Raseleane's ear, "How do you like this, hm, Dragon Queen?"
She spit feebly, "What have you done to Kaistern?"
He gave her a chilling smirk, "Nothing in the absolute. But he won't be coming back any more, he's confined to wither away in the deepest corner of his mind. Same with the elf. We're in cahoots, so to speak."
The queen's golden eyes widened, "Rune?"
"Don't worry about him. You have more important people to worry about, such as yourself," withdrawing a long leather belt, he dragged the struggling queen to her bed, straddling her to keep her from using her legs, and wrapped the belt around her arms and torso, then securing it to the bed post, "You won't be moving around."
Off on the other side of the room, Delte stirred slowly, biting back a moan as she came to. Slitting open her blurred eyes, she could make out the figures of the queen, Kaistern standing above her. She groped blindly around her despite the deafening headache ringing in her head, and the fact that she could taste the tang of blood in her mouth, running slowly down from a cut above her forehead.
Finally, her nails ticked against something, and she groggily turned her head for a better look. It was a fallen candlestick. The faerie card-reader wrapped her fingers around the cool bronze stick, getting a firm grip, and began to struggle to her feet, wavering dangerously.
Looking around, she grabbed another candlestick, and turned to take aim at the blue officer, muttering a short prayer under her breath, and flung the bronze projectile. It missed, but certainly got the attention of the said officer.
He turned, dark lemon eyes glowing fiercely in the wavering sun-light, and growled. Leaving his post next to the queen, he stalked across the debris littered room to a quivering Delte, who could do nothing more than take aim again and try her luck. Gathering as much of her remaining energy into her arm, she chucked the candlestick at Kaistern, who ducked with ease. Clambering backwards, she groped for whatever else she could reach, and a spray of blood was showered upon her as she threw a glass ornament, shattering it on Kaistern's once white head, now dripping red with blood. The injured blue officer threw a skin-curdling growl of pain her way, advancing with revenge in his eyes now.
"You'll pay for that, little elven wench," he hissed, taking a hold of her by her neck. She struggled vainly, and he simply put more pressure around her neck, depriving her of air. Glaring at her flushing face, he slapped her, drawing a pained yelp in reward. But that wasn't enough, not as blood dripped from the stinging would on his scalp, fueling his anger, and he punched her stomach, making her choke as the air being forced out of her found no escape through her throat and remained trapped. Her neck was already bruising where his hands was entrapping her.
The choking faerie was losing consciousness, she realized with a start, and tried to use her last burst of waning energy to kick him, trying to hinder him in any way possible, knowing she was being a fool. But foolish things are always done in times of urgency. Delte's lungs felt like they were collapsing in fire, burning up in a suffocating, paralyzing wave. She couldn't move, had lost all coordination, and was dimly aware of being on the ground, a blurred face above her, still choking her. Black dimmed her edges, growing more pronounced with every passing second that felt like a hellish hour. Her body was working against her mind, still fighting to breathe, but it was in vain, and it was just more pain as she felt her throat collapse.
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Thatz had to pause, just for a second, as his overtaxed body demanded rest. Ahead of him, Rath caught sight of him and stopped as well, both heaving great gulps of air into the oxygen starved bodies.
Kitchel and Cesia were behind, just a little, but them not having the extensive training that the knights had, weren't able to compete with them for long.
"Rath... we need to regroup... wait for them," Thatz heaved, a hand on his chest, sweat streaming down his strained face.
"But we... we have to find Rune," Rath objected in a whisper. The green-haired knight nodded sympathetically, but knew it was useless.
"Guys!" the girls had finally caught up, both breathing heavily, and both Thatz and Rath had to steer their minds from their gutters as their distraction-seeking minds seemed to dwell on their sweat lathered bodies, perfectly fit, slender shapes...
"Look, we've been running around aimlessly this whole time," Cesia interrupted their thoughts gratefully.
"Yeah, well, we don't know where he is," Thatz muttered heatedly, "It's be great if we had something we could just ask!"
Kitchel blinked, and suddenly dug around her shirt, Thatz looking skeptically at her. She finally withdrew her hands, and along with them, and white stone.
"But we do! I'd forgotten all about this thing! Delte gave it to me," the ex-thief explained, as the other three people drew around her. Wasting no time, she asked the first question, "Is Rune above us?"
The white stone darkened into a pitch black.
"What's that mean?" Cesia asked, urgency making her voice impatient.
"No. So if Rune's not above us, then he's either on this floor or below-"
Rath's fiery eyes suddenly widened, "Below?"
Thatz caught the look on his eyes, "No... you don't mean..."
"He went after Nadil's head, I'm sure of it," The fire knight said with such conviction, and then took off running, the rest of them at his heels.
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Alfeegi was walking slowly through the halls, fear creeping down his spine, wrapping his arms around himself in a vain attempt to keep a thin shred of courage to cling around his trembling frame. He was afraid. Deathly afraid, the fear seeping into his brain, clouding it, making every shadow seem threatening, like it was going to spring at him and deliver a swift death.
What was wrong with him?
He tried to shake his mind of the fear, throw it onto the cold ground, but it only clung back, making his steps cautious and slow, his wide eyes frantic, a thin bead of sweat trickling down his brow.
He was searching for Ruwalk. He was deathly afraid that he'd find him dead.
The aquamarine haired man spun around upon a whistle, then realized that it was just a false slit of the wind, and tried to calm his nerves again. It was a slow process, his arms tightening around his thin torso as he forced himself to ignore his apprehensiveness.
"R-Ruwalk..." he called out shakily into the darkness, hoping to the Lord that he'd get an answer. There was none, and it only fueled his frantic search.
It was the dream. The horrible nightmare that had inflicted this horrible, creeping fear upon him. He was seized with the wild fear that Ruwalk was dead. Pale hands shook himself abruptly. Ruwalk was not dead, the trembling white secretary told himself firmly, Ruwalk was not dead. But the uncertainty was slithering around his neck, twisting into his mind like the poison of a snake. He continued this mental chant as he walked along the lifeless halls of the palace, and to his eyes it seemed like the sunlight had been leeched out. Mist curled around his legs, and he wondered dimly where it could have come from. He continued walking, finally coming to the conclusion that he was getting near the lower basement's entrance, and a strange voice whispered a warning in his head.
"Ruwalk?" he asked aloud, receiving nothing but the noiseless answer of air. His empty footsteps echoed hollowly throughout the darkened halls.
Something wasn't right. He could feel it. There was a chilling voice in the air, a dark presence, a void black hole where light should have filtered in.
Alfeegi suddenly slipped on something, falling on his back. He sat up, and wiped wet hands on his pants, then stopped in horror as they were smeared crimson. Faster than if the ground had been streaked in fire, the white secretary shot up, shaking horribly, eyes staring at the blood on his hands. Looking down, he saw that it was a continuous trail, all leading to a shadow on the floor, covered in white mist.
Death. In his paranoiac state, he could almost taste it. And he knew it was Ruwalk. Who else could it have been? His nightmare had heralded it.
Abruptly, he was shaken out of his lethargic paranoiac state and he rushed forward towards the fallen shadow in the fog, and knelt besides it. His arms froze halfway in their path to touch the white face, and he stared.
It was Ruwalk.
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Rath Illuser knew it as surely as his the pain his name caused him. Rune had gone after Nadil's head. He also knew that the real Rune couldn't have possibly done this. With a pang, he realized that the officers had been right when they had though that Rune was being possessed. And he was sure it was by the necklace.
He cursed himself aloud, for their slowness in figuring out where the elf had gone and in his not having thrown that stupid necklace when he'd had the chance.
The sharp footsteps of Thatz next to him and the girls behind him echoed ominously against the tapestry covered stone wall, accompanied by their rushed breathing to form a hollow orchestral sound. The halls were darkening as they ran deeper and deeper into the hidden alcoves of the Dragon Palace.
They were here. Going into the basement by the back entrance, a narrow hallway that bore into Rath in a suffocating manner. Squinting through the darkness and the unnatural fog, he thought he could see a shape.
And stopped as if he'd run into a needle covered wall as he saw who it was. Sadistic dark blue eyes turned on him, and the fire knight's blood ran as cold as ice.
"Rune!" Thatz gasped out behind him, and Rath turned to look at him, fear and unease clear in both their eyes. Farther behind, Kitchel and Cesia slowed to a quick stop, looking out ahead.
"Is that...?" the hanyou's question remained unfinished, hanging in the air as the four of them looked out towards the sneering figure of their once allied elf. Rune, the one they'd so adored and fought to protect.
"I have a feeling things are going to turn ugly..." Thatz muttered shakily under his breath.
"Rune... that's... not you, is it?" the crimson haired boy tried to put as much confidence into his shaking tone, half dreading the answer, half knowing what it would be.
"Rune? Ah, that is what you called the little elf, hm? I'm afraid I'm not him, he's lost, somewhere in here," the demonic elven figure tapped his forehead, a dark grin on his face, "But let's not waste time, I have carnage to collect..."
With that, he withdrew a small package in his hands, facing Rath and Thatz, who stood at guard, their auras beginning to glow around them.
He had Nadil's head. Still under wraps, but Rath could feel his strength beginning to grow, he could only imagine Rune's energy, so close in proximity to the source of power. And not only that power, but the dark presence swirling about, curling around his body, swallowing him as he felt his demon side rise dangerously close to the surface. The fire knight swallowed, willing his mind to calm, to dispel the force that was luring the youkai inside him further and further out.
"You won't get away with this!" Thatz bellowed, anger radiating from his eyes. He was going to make whatever had done this to Rune pay very dearly.
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He was dead.
Alfeegi couldn't believe it. It was almost surreal. His eyes became dull, and he knelt next to Ruwalk, picking him up and cradling him in his arms, blood beginning to soak into his clothes from his lover's wound. His blank eyes were unblinking, just gazing almost detachedly at Ruwalk's closed ones.
Slowly, crystalline drops of water began to slip from his eyes, landing with soft sounds on the yellow officer's corpse. His beautiful, laughing, clear-eyed Ruwalk... never to laugh again, or smirk at him, or tell him he was a pain, and make fun of him. No more stealing kisses in between work, no more waking up to him pestering him, no more yelling at him to file out his forms correctly... no more laying in the dark at night, wrapped up in his arms...
"Ruwalk..." Alfeegi sobbed, burying his face in Ruwalk's chest, kissing his face and neck, brushing his lips tightly against his pale, blue-tinted ones, searching for any trace of life left. But so numbed was his body, so frantic and disordered his thoughts, and his hands shook so much, that he never felt the weak pulse that kept blood spurting from Ruwalk's injured abdomen.
"He's dead, he's really-" he couldn't say it again. It hurt too much. His heart was burning, burning so much it was numbing, and he couldn't feel anything all of a sudden.
Ruwalk was dead. A golden thread caught his attention, and he plucked it gently with trembling hands from Ruwalk's clothes, a thin golden strand of hair, as long as Alfeegi's.
His mind was clear, suddenly. Like the fog had been wiped clear with a wet cloth, the water warping his vision. And throughout the sudden clear, his thoughts reverberated.
Rune had killed him. Rage boiled through his mind, despite the small remaining voice of logic that told him that Rune was being possessed, that it couldn't possibly have been the real Rune. It didn't matter to him. His heart had been literally destroyed, by Rune.
It was common human nature to blame something in tragic times, and Alfeegi blamed Rune for killing him, himself for letting Ruwalk go, for not doing something, and Ruwalk himself for leaving him.
Alfeegi pressed Ruwalk's cooling body close to him, kissing his face, wiping the blood that dripped from the gashes on his face.
"Oh, Ruwalk, please, don't leave me... not yet... I've only had you for so little," Ruwalk's face was unmoving, now shining with Alfeegi's tears, as they flowed steadily. The white officer was shaking, sobbing, his mind fogging up again. His heart felt like a glass bottle, shattered into a thousand crystalline pieces, all clear and shining like his tears. He wanted Ruwalk back so much... it hurt, he sobbed, clutching his chest with one hand and burying the other in Ruwalk's blood-soaked hair.
He had no life left. Not without Ruwalk. And now, the rest of them would die too. Kaistern was probably possessed too, and he'd go and kill everyone off with Rune, and then Nadil would be resurrected, and there was no point in living now that his Ruwalk was gone. If he was going to die, he might as well die with him, besides him. Holding him.
The thought struck his emotionally-pained mind, overflowing with memories, with lost wishes and a broken heart. He could die with Ruwalk... he though dumbly, him mind numb again with his pain, the clarity of his brain gone and replaced once more with fog, like the one that swirled menacingly around them, pressing the inconsolable thoughts in his head into the light.
Die... next to Ruwalk. Holding him like he was just asleep, and ignore the blood as if it wasn't there. Yes, that was what he'd do. His broken heart welcomed the idea, and he knew that Ruwalk kept a small pocketknife in his boot...
Reaching out, he withdrew the small knife and slipped the protective cover off. His other hand stroked Ruwalk's pale face, before he focused his attention on the glittering silver object, reflecting his pained, clouded eyes in the mirror-like surface.
The white secretary observed it with a trance-like fascination, no doubts about what he was going to do in his mind. With Ruwalk gone, there was no reason for him to live anymore. Maybe they'd be able to see each other again, wherever one went after death. He had a crazy idea that if he waited any longer, he wouldn't be able to find him.
So, with these last thoughts, he kissed Ruwalk lovingly, and lifted the sharp miniature knife above his wrist. So focused was he on the silver piece of metal he didn't notice his lover's hands stir weakly.
"Nothing will ever tear us apart again..." the slow whisper swayed in the cool fog.
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Tetheus heard chocked gurgles amidst the angry and fearful screams of the Dragon Queen. Besides him, Lykouleon tensed and sped up, but the black officer still reach the door to the queen's chamber first.
Bursting open the door, he ran into the sight of the queen tied to her bedpost with a leather belt, and Kaistern's hands wrapped around Delte's bruised neck, her limp body weakly plucking at him in a pathetic attempt at resistance.
Both Dragon Lord and officer stared at the albino secretary, shocked at what they were seeing. They had expected it, had braced themselves against it, but reality was always something you couldn't prepare yourself against.
"Lykouleon!" Raseleane screamed, shaking the two men out of their trance, and the dragon lord rushed immediately to his wife. Delte's head lolled to the side, her eyes barely open, dulled, and as she caught sight of Tetheus, her lips moved in an attempt to force a sound out of her mangled throat, but the blue officer let go of her, letting her small body fall into a crumpled heap to the ground, and kicked her roughly aside. The injured faerie coughed weakly, her damaged, torn throat fighting to bring in wavering gasps of breath into air-starved lungs, blood running down her face from her mouth and forehead.
Upon witnessing this, Tetheus glared mercilessly at the blue officer, feeling his control and cool slipping away into blind rage. He wanted to run and check on Delte, but Kaistern was in his way, sheathing his sword and holding it at a taunting angle. Kaistern caught the worry and anger in his eyes.
"Does she mean something to you? Aw, I'm sorry," he said, honey-like sarcasm flowing in his voice, before it turned into a nasty growl, "But she was getting in my way!"
The albino rushed at the dark-haired man, and the swords rang out with deafening clangs as they fought, sideswipes evaded and blows blocked. Kaistern swung to his left, brushing by the black officer's side, which used the loss of balance as an opportunity to strike, but Kaistern was quicker than that and parried the blow.
Meanwhile, Lykouleon knelt by his wife, gently but hurriedly undoing the belt, throwing it away, leaving red marks in their haste.
"Raseleane, love, are you alright?"
She coughed once, the bitter powder still strong in her mouth, "He... he made me eat something..."
The cold fear that ran into his mind at her words was evident in his eyes, and in the tightening of his hands on her arms, "What was it?"
She shook her head, dark hair spilling forward, "I don't know..." her eyes were cast at Tetheus and Kaistern, still in heated combat, and then at the unconscious, bleeding fortune-teller, "You have to help them... I'll be fine..."
Lykouleon's gaze softened immeasurably as he looked at his kind-hearted, brave queen, always ready to put others before herself. For a moment, he was lost in his won relief at having her safely back, alive. But then he cast a glance at Tetheus before giving his wife a loving kiss, "Of course."
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Rath and Thatz were immobile for a moment, each unwilling to be the first to lay a hand on Rune, but the possessed elf took advantage of their obvious hesitation and charged forward, a lance appearing out of the shadows in his hands. He headed straight for the green-haired knight, who managed to dodge at a second's notice, and then Rath took the lead, burying his feelings as deep as he could to be able to fight against one of his best friends.
Rune saw the silver object coming, ducking and lashing out with his foot at Rath's stomach, causing the young knight to stumble backwards. Thatz rushed forward, catching the elf unawares and headed to elbow him out cold, but deep blue eyes anticipated the movement, and dodged.
"You aren't enough for me, even joined. Not while I have Nadil's head," the sadistic blonde sneered.
"Cesia! Use your wind!" Rath called to her. She nodded and began her incantation, the mist rolling into a violent wind. Rath felt his power strengthening threefold, and began gathering Fire's flames in his hand.
A gray sculpture suddenly popped out of nowhere, almost hitting Rune on the head.
"Kitchel!" Thatz reprimanded her, the pink-haired thief ready to throw another miniature statuette, "Don't get in the way, you'll get hurt!"
"But I have to help!" she pouted, knowing that at a real battle, she was completely useless. Not without a sword, and she had none.
"We have to get that necklace off!" Rath interrupted, crimson eyes shining with a new prospect, "This'll be fun, it's like a game. Get the necklace off of Rune without hurting him!"
"That'll also be your mistake. Do you think that you'll beat me without harming me? I assure you that you won't be leaving unscathed."
"It's a risk we'll have to take," the Earth dragon knight smirked, digging his sword deep into the ground, "Earth!"
A heavy-set rumbling took place, the ground shaking violently, and Earth appeared, in all his twenty-foot glory.
"Your little clay dragon won't do a thing against me. Water!" Rune chuckled amusedly, a sadistic glow in his eyes, "But it will be entertaining."
"Until you lose," Rath agreed, jumping up, sword aimed at Rune's neck, ready to snag the silver chain off. Rune swerved to the side, Rath's aim heading straight for nothing, and Rune threw the lance at the fire knight's back, where it ripped through his side, leaving a deep gash.
The crimson-haired knight fell to the ground with a thud, the mist swirling above him as if claiming victory over his struggling body as he fought to raise himself up, blood already staining his shirt.
"Rath!" Thatz called, but knew that Cesia would take care of him for the time being, and that he had to concentrate on Rune, "Rune! Please, I know you're in there!"
"Your elf won't hear you. He's too deep into his own mind. He's alone in there, without any senses. He might as well be dead. Give up..."
"Never!" Thatz retorted. Earth lunged forward, mouth open wide. If they had to incapacitate Rune to save him... so be it.
But the possessed elf spouted torrents of water, soaking and turning earth into a slosh of mud, where he sunk back to the ground before reforming at his knight's side, considerably weaker.
"Oh shit..." Thatz muttered.
From a couple meters afar, Cesia gently helped Rath into her arms, his face damp with sweat, "Are you alright?" she asked anxiously.
"Been worse. I'm fine," he muttered, leaning on her to get up again. He gave a long intake of breath and then rushed forward again, ready to fight to get Rune back even if he died. And Thatz was too.
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Alfeegi stroked Ruwalk's hair softly, feeling his eyes growing heavy. It'd been already more than ten minutes, and he was getting so tired... tired of waiting, tired physically. His blood had mixed with the yellow secretary's, an ever-growing lake of rose-red life. His pale hands were now the same color as Ruwalk's as he held the cold lifeless hands in his cooling ones, all blood-stained.
His vision was growing dim, but the image of Ruwalk waiting for him was clear and bright, a beacon in his darkness. But it was taking too long. He wanted it to be over. He wanted to see Ruwalk moving again already, he didn't want to have to stand by, watching Ruwalk's lifeless body anymore. He laid down heavily next to the yellow officer's limp body, pressing his face into the cold crook of Ruwalk's neck, hugging the body tightly to himself, stroking his face slowly.
"Ru'alk... I wanted to tell you how much... you mean to me... and how much you've helped me..." he whispered, his breathing becoming shallower, "You're dead, and I'm dying, but I know I'll see you again..."
"I never thought I'd be truly happy until you came along, and the only thing that's kept me from going over the edge sometimes, was you," hazel eyes smiled softly at closed eyelids, coughing feebly once. He lay there longer, feeling his life drain away, but it was so slow...
He looked around, straining to sit up again, his palms covered in blood, and searched slowly for the knife. His mind was fogging increasingly fast, and his eyesight could only focus on one spot at a time. He'd stopped crying now, the tears frozen on his face, vanquished by the thought of seeing him again.
It was a demented thought, completely off track, his logical brain would have told him, if it'd been working, it would have told him that he was taking the wrong path, that Ruwalk wouldn't want him to suicide... but he was driven by emotions and his one obsessive thought: To see Ruwalk after death again.
He finally spotted the dull silver glint of the knife, soaked in blood for the most part already. Reaching a tremulous hand out, he picked it up, but it slipped from his unsure fingers with a clatter and he had to reach again to retrieve it. He wanted it to be done already.
With his life flowing out from his arms, drop by drop, his mind clogged, his heart keening, he had the courage to finally take the knife upon his chest, above his heart. No- it wasn't that he had the courage, because he'd never had that, much less now, it was simply that he no longer had the fear. And without fear or courage, all that was left was indifference. With Ruwalk dead, his life was indifferent.
The silver point pressing against his faintly beating heart, he readied himself to push down... not seeing Ruwalk's weak stir, it being outside his darkened vision.
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Tetheus found it hard to concentrate when he was fighting someone who was almost like a brother to him and when his mind kept straying to the sunset-haired faerie laying limply on the ground. He almost missed parrying a blow to his head, ducking and missing it by only a couple inches. It was a good thing he had the reflexes he did, because although Kaistern wasn't a strong a fighter as him, he always put up quite a fight, and had even managed to beat him sometimes. But this Kaistern was much stronger, and it was proving quite a struggle to hold up against him. And then to add to his distractions, Lykouleon came running forward to his aid.
"Stay back, Lord! He'll be after you next. Run and take the Raseleane and Delte with you!"
"I won't!" the blonde said vehemently. The black officer did not have time to spare to reinforce his warning as the albino's sword came dangerously close to his chest.
Behind him, Lykouleon summoned his sword, a glowing pointed long sword. Joining him in the fight, he swung vertically at the blue officer, who smirked and side-stepped, dashing behind the Lord to give a fatal blow to the back of his head.
Told ya you'd hate me for the cliffies!
Jak-Daxter: O.o. really? You cried? Wow... I never thought my fics could be so emotional. I try, but don't expect it. Maybe it's cause I don't cry easy. Lol. You'll never find a really emotional person writing a really emotional piece unless they cry themselves to death. Other than those ppl, everyone who writes all these sad deathfics are usually fairly emotionless. I am. I don't cry. Or I try not to. That's supposed to be unhealthy, isn't it? Oh well, like I care. Anyway, thanks for the complements. Glad you like it so much. Yeah, I would hate to have a nightmare like that. (yes, Anna, if it was you I would cry... grrr) Hehehe... yeah, Lyk has green eyes. But what I will say about Dragon Knights is that they have the worst coloring sense ever. How many diff colors of hair do we have Rath in? and Gil? And everyone? Billions! But yeah, that was a mistake on my part, wherever it is... I guess I forgot that lil Lyk had green eyes... woops.
Kage Okhami: Well, I gotta say that I am a bit disappointed in myself, cause I was trying for more dramatic fluff between Ruwalk and Feegi, but you tell me if you liked it. I tried to make it the best I could, but for some reason it wasn't flowing quite how I wanted it to. Oh well, I hope you liked it in any case.
Parain: Cool, hope you liked this chapter too!
Minea; Oooh... yeah, they are adorable! I love R/A. They are soo cute! hehehe... but now we find out that ruwalk is alive after all, and Alfeegi doesn't know! He still thinks Ruwalk is dead and is going to commit suicide for no reason, since Ruwalk is still alive. How horribly ironic. You'll find out the answer to that soon...
Zircon: Sry, but Rune pretty much all but killed Ruwalk. And yep, we have Kaistern and Rune all evil fighting the other characters! Wooo external conflict.
Shadow Down: Lol, I believe you, I do the same thing all the time, read this story all at once, and then don't review cause it's just reading one chapter after the other. Good fics just make you die until you find out the next chapter. Glad you liked it. Your second review made me laugh. I'm so happy you liked it! I hope you liked this chappie too, I know it's long. Anyway, tata!
Eikou: Oooh, cool name. Does it mean something? I know you must be wanting to strangle me cause of my three cliffies. Mwuahaha!
Kitsune: I try! –cries-
Anyway, I hope you liked this update to all of you, and soo... dun dun duuuun! Stay tuned for the next dramatic episode of: this fic! haha.