Chapter: Is this the End?
Holy hell. I've never realised how cringy my stories and messages could be. Looking back and rereading the story, I've noticed that the plot was a... Um ... quite bad to the point where I can't even describe it. Anyway this is the following chapter, I'm going to try squeezing it all in and hopefully in the future I would write a better fanfic with some thought into it.
Taking a deep breath, Nirvana knew that the decision she makes will change everything. In the time that she took, she felt like a millenia but in reality it was a mere tenth of a second. As the world around began to move once more, she let out a sigh. She looked up at Sauron as she drew her sword, sweat dripped from the tip of her nose.
"Forgive me. . . " she quietly said.
Aragon slowly relaxed a little, but with any warning Nirvana spun on her heels and charged at Aragon with with the sword. Aragon barely had time to react before the sword was stroke . A wonderful colour of red was splattered on the frosty ground . The sword was held in place in the chest bu a pair of gruff hands.
Brynjolf coughed as he was choking on his blood, but he kept the sword in place to prevent it from reaching Aragon. Nirvana frowned, and yanked the sword out only to have it slice Brynjolf's head from his shoulders.
"No!" Aragon cried , he drew his sword and lunged at Nirvana but another sword clashed his.
Lydia looked at him dead in the eye "No one harms my Thane" , she hit his face with her sword's hilt, sending him staggering backwards. Soon after the war continued but this time the orcs and urkuhais rallied as they powered though their enemies.
Nirvana was in a her own little world as she stared down at Brynjolf's severed head. She once it up and looked at it, she felt good but soon felt sick. The Battle around was a foggy image, but she was brought back by a sharp pain on her left shoulder.
She cried out and pulled the arrow out, just before another arrow was struck, Odavinng blocked it and crushed the archer with his tail. Soon more dragons came and we're setting fire to the Srormcloaks and Imperials.
Nirvana's arm suddenly went numb and so did the rest of her body. The must have been dipped in prison, her vision began to blacken as the poison took hold of her. Soon she passed out .
Aragon wiped the blood from his where Lydiard had struck him "I don't want to fight you Lydiard" , he calmly said.
"Neither do I, but we both know we can't avoid it", struck her sword at Aragon but easily parried it "you can't win Aragon, with the Dragonborn against you this war will end not matter how much you put up a good fight" .
He Aragon stopped in his tracks "You're right, we won't win. Maybe not today" .
"What do y-" before she could finish her sentence, Aragon kicked dirt and snow in her eyes and grabbed her in a hole hold. He held the position until she stopped moving, her chest rose and sunk slowly. She was just unconscious .
Aragon came to Gandalf's "We need to retreat! "
The wizard looked at him " I am highly aware of that", a large moth appeared and slowly landed on Gandalf's hand. The old wizard whispered in ancient tongues and when he was finished the main fluttered away. "Aragon, I need you to help me gather the men at the walls of Skuldufun".
Aragon nodded and disappeared in the battle.
Sauron was quite surprised to be riding a dragon, it's been centuries since he's seen one although it was smaller compared to the ones in Middle Earth. Holding Nirvana in his arms he looked down at the battle below, it was a wondrous sight. He now knew that the battle had been won, and that the war is over. The Age of Dark is here.
He watched as the enemies retreated to the mountain walls 'The fools think they can escape, how pathetic' .
All the was left was a few hundred soldiers left, the Greybeards and a few dragon including Paarthurnax. He continued to observe as the Greybeards once again summoned a wall of fog. Sauron didn't know what they were up, they fog had completely covered the entire battlefield, even the skies above. Sauron he saw a few silhouettes in the fog but he couldn't quite make it , suddenly a gust of wind caught him of guard. He shield both him and Nirvana with his cloak. When the wind slowly thawed the fog too began to fade.
He's eyes widen, the enemies that were once there had vanished 'How dare they. . . But no matter, this world belongs to me now. Mark my words Aragon, son of Arathorn. When we meet again I will be sure to make your suffering last' .
Sooo cringy