The second one is here! So this one is my take on what I think should have happened right before Gregor kills the Bane. I kinda changed it a little bit and added lots more fluff! I'm pretty excited for this one because I think this song fits the scene so well. You really need to listen to the song while you read this; it gives you the full experience. It's called The Fighter by the Fray. So please read and I hope you enjoy!
The Fighter
It had all come down to this. All his time in the Underland had lead up to this moment. He was preparing to fight the Bane. To fulfill the final prophecy, two lives had to be taken this day, one of which was his. So Gregor was savoring his last short hours.
The lover held her love
She begged him not to go.
The fighter wrapped his gloves
The fighter said I know, I know, I know.
Gregor was in the museum, where all the relics of past Overlanders had fallen and been stored. But this time it was different. Luxa was with him. They had just finished taking pictures, so she would have something to remember him by. And then she looked at him with her big beautiful violet eyes.
Just this one last time
I swear you'll still be mine
But he can't promise much
He goes for one last touch
One last touch
Gregor had done something that, in his opinion, took a little more courage than fighting the Bane. He had kissed her. Felt her warmth, tasted her beauty, and relished in just being so close to her. Gregor never wanted it to end, and he was proved right when he drew away. Her eyes spoke of the unspoken. Of his death.
Maybe we were meant to be lonely, lonely
Maybe we were meant to be on our own
Loneliness has always been with me, with me
But maybe we don't have to be all alone
He hated himself for leaving her all by herself in the world. It was a miracle he had even lasted this long in the Underland, but now he wasn't afraid of death. He was afraid for her. Although she was the queen, she was also 13. And at 13, you don't have a clue on how to deal with the world. And Gregor was leaving it up to Luxa to find out for herself. But he still had some kind of flicker of hope that he might come out of the battle alive. A small, dimly lit, flicker of hope.
The fighter goes inside
The doubt is creeping in
He swings with all his might
At all that might have been
He gathered his sword, his shield, and put on his armor. He started to leave for the battlefield, with Luxa's hand entwined in his own. And that glint of hope was soon put out as he saw what lay before him.
And she's in love with him
But lovers don't always win
He never even saw the swing
She calls out his name, calls his name
It wasn't hard for him to admit his feelings for her right then and there. He might never see her again, so took advantage of the timing. He kissed her once more, then turned towards the war, the taste of her lips still tingling on his own. But something held him back from going down to the field. Luxa cried out his name, making him whirl around on his heel. She raced into his arms one last time and he stroked her hair, reassuring her everything was going to be okay.
What breaks your bones
Is not the load you're carrying
What breaks you down
Is all in how you carry
The guilt weighed down on him even more than before, and he tightened his grip on her small frame. This was it. This was the goodbye he had been dreading.
The lover held her love
She begged him not to go
She unwrapped his gloves
The lover said I know, I know, I know
He dropped his sword to get a better hold of her, winding his arms even snugger around her waist than before. In response to his soothing words of "Everything's going to be alright" she placed a hand over her heart. He knew what she meant. It was something he had told Boots when someone died. To keep them in your heart.
Kissed his trembling lips
She touched his fingertips
Drawing away, she placed her lips on his this time, instead of vice versa like the previous kisses. Then she took a step back, and he did the same, nearing the battle unfolding behind him.
But somehow they both know
He's not coming home, coming home