As the crinsom liquid doped from the spear and dyed his green hair, it became clear that it was over... The prince was safe, but, even without looking, he knew that his good friend sacrificed his life for him. It was sad, but it was even sadder because after all the work they did together, after all the sacrifices, after... everything... he was alone near the end... They started together, and stood toguether till the end, but right now, when they were so close... He looked at his friend, already knowing what he was gonna see... And, without a doubt, there was no chance Loki could have survived such a thing... No one can survive dozens of spears piercing his body, specially when one of them pierces right in the middle of the chest, in the heart... Yes, without a doubt, he was dead... The prince wasn't able to hold his tears, but he knew that stay there would only get him the same fate. So had no choice but keep going. And that's what he did. Apparently whoever was attacking them thought they had both died. He was actually lucky that the spear that crossed Loki's heart didn't also cross his head. No! It wasn't the time to thank his luck or curse Loki's, or Loki's blockhead that insisted on help him even after he told him to go away by the matter. His journey was near it's end. Time to give a last glampe to Loki... _Farewell, my dear friend... _FAREWELL? WHAT THE, ARE YOU GONNA LET ME HERE LIKE THIS? ... _HEY, DON'T JUST FAINT! HELP ME!
Yorae Rasante · Sun Feb 18, 2007 @ 07:21am · 0 Comments |