Prompt: I can't do this anymore Rating: Teen
Summary: Nightmare/dream. This one is a little more sad/depressing! You have been warned!
She was standing back at the cliff, one she saw every time she closed her eyes. She knew how this story would end, but this was a dream. This realm had no rules. No mercy. No compassion. It was the place Kendra always dreaded coming back to every time.
"You can stop shaking that stick." Came the voice.
"I'd rather not." The words flowed out of her mouth, leaving her with no control over her actions. She couldn't say anything else other than those words. See nothing but this moment. Hear nothing but his voice.
Gavin Rose, or so he was called. But Kendra now knew his real title. All hail the prince, the one to kill us all. The one so evil, he was not only named a demon, but one of the demons. The demon prince, someone who Kendra had once loved.
"Let me rephrase that," he came closer, "Put down the stick or I'll kill you."
"You wouldn't." Kendra said, hoping the words were true.
"I would rather not do it in this form, I have a small attraction and fondness for you like this." Gavin admitted, "But I could turn into a dragon if it'd make you feel better. Then of course, it might be a bit more painful. Very unfortunate, but quite doable."
"Who are you?" She asked, dreading the answer she so solely knew was coming.
"I thought you would know this by now." He purred, "In fact you do. Tell me, what is the name you know? I do hope you don't think it is Gavin Rose. I may be able to kill you in this form if you are, but we both know you know the answer."
"Navarog." She whimpered as the stick started to grow heavier in her hand, the burden of the truth weighing her down as if she was holding up the very sky. The invisible rocks weighing her down, almost making her drop the staff from her hands. But she had to keep shaking it, she couldn't let the others be found.
"That is I." He said, "Keep going."
"The demon prince." She said, "A dragon so evil he was named a demon. He Wants to free the demons. He Wants to rule the world. Locked in the quiet box for centuries."
"Did you h-have to bring up that last part?" Kendra did it have to look at him to see the smirk that would cover what she once thought was handsome features. He had the stutter just to spite her and for a minute, all she saw was Gavin. Not Navarog, but Gavin.
"So you do care about me." Gavin said.
"I don't anymore," Kendra said, the truth still fresh. She may not have romantic feelings for him anymore, but that doesn't mean she didn't care for him. Such feelings could not be deleted just like that and even after all these years and a new boyfriend, one she loved very much, she was still healing.
"Put down the stick," he offered, "Swear your allegiance to the demons. And I will grant you some of the most peaceful things imaginable. A whole country in your name and to rule at your hand! Join us Kendra, your friends don't care about you anymore than I did. But we can help each other, just put down the stick."
Kendra was so tempted to put down the stick, to get rid of the guilt that came with friendship. To get rid of these burdens she had borne on her shoulders. "I can't leave them," she said.
"You can," he said, "We both know this isn't worth it Kendra. You don't have to deal with them anymore. You can become your true self, a powerful one. We can rule the world!"
"But they'd die," Kendra said.
Gavin's grin tightened, "Some sacrifices are needed to win."
"I can't leave them," she said, "I can't."
"You can," Gavin held out his hand, "Join me."
Kendra hesitantly put her hand out as the stick dropped from her hands. And with that, she woke up.