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10-05-2006, 09:18 PM | #11 |
Shade of Carn Dûm
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Garnae staggered against a wall. He was dimly aware of Cordelia speaking to him and the battle being won around him, and no others being wounded, but the colours began to fade and crumple. The blood continued to flow as he held on to conciousness but he wondered how long he could last. No! I can't die now! What have I fought for? What have I gained? He sagged to the ground and closed his eyes.
It seemed that he opened them again and was looking at a shadow that threatened to engulf him. The shadow grew, but another side was kindled, a fire that would not be stifled, but the shadow was winning. It suddenly surged in power and malice against the other and Garnae started to lose control. But then a hand gripped his and he woke. Cordelia was next to him and was leading his horse to him. She mouthed something, but he couldn't ... hear ... With a last burst of strength he strained for conciousness and heard the words "...don't die. I love you." The woman I know I love and the horse that bore me thus far. The Darker Days are over. It is time for rest and peace. And with that he fell into unconciousness. But it wasn't a bad kind. It was peace. |
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