Chapter Ninety One
They were dying on the battlefield.
Everyone had regrouped, with what allies and weapons that they could find.
But what they found were merely scraps.
Yet, they still fought. For their worlds. For themselves.
And for Rissa.
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For several years, since it started, the war had been at a stalemate. Each side would get new weapons, or more allies, and they would surge ahead in the war, but they would quickly fall back down into a stalemate.
But it wasn't a stalemate anymore.
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"We're losing!" Harry shouted to Sam as they fought. His voice was almost lost in the heavy wind.
"We can't give up!" Sam shouted back. "We need to finish this! We need to win!"
"And how are we supposed to do that?" Harry asked. "No one is coming to our rescue. We've run out of fuel. Everyone just keeps on dying. Everyone is fed up with this war. We can't win."
Just as he said that, a big beam of light fell from the sky, with a mix of rainbow colors. Out of the light, Loki, on a horse, with Rissa on his back, rode out, calling, "For Asgard!"
And out of the light came an endless stream of warriors.
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Whew, no school today! We got a massive snowstorm. Unfortunately, the power went out, so for several hours, we sat around doing nothing. Finally, it came back on, so I was able to post this chapter. Have a nice day, everyone.
Oh, and yes, I do watch Vampire Diaries. Fav two ships: Delena and Klaroline.
Oh, and to girlsguidetoengland, yes, oddly enough, my chapters are really short, which is especially weird because in the book that I'm trying to write, they're really long. But it just seems to fit the story better.