Heeere's another. Sad but sweet : )
Maerad couldn't believe how much she had lost to Sharma and the Dark.
She had lost her father, in the sacking of Pellinor.
She had lost her brother twice - once in the sacking and once to Enkir's knife.
Her mother had faded away as a slave thanks to Enkir's cruelty.
Dernhil, who she might have loved, had been snatched away from her before she had a chance with him.
Silvia and Malgorn had fallen in the fight to get her into this room.
Millions of people had been slaughtered by the thing that was no longer a man in front of her.
Maerad's heart was cold and hard. She struck at Sharma, investing every last scrap of power she had into her knife. He burst into fragments before her, splattering her with his blood.
The room was empty now, save for her. It was quiet outside, too. There had beev so much death and destruction.
Before she could, in an agony of despair, plunge the knife into her own numb and broken heart, a hand caught her wrist. It was a hand she knew almost better than her own, and it made no move to stop her. He would not have stopped her, if that was what she truly wanted; but as she looked into Cadvan's eyes, Maerad found that it wasn't what she wanted any more.
He held her for a very long time as she wept onto his chest.
-sigh- poor Maerad.
The quote was from an icon, and it was "I would jump without you. The end."