Eragon's DeathEragon's Death5 years ago in Settings More Like This
No, he thought, watching Saphira fall. No. This can't be happening. I'm dreaming. But then he felt the blinding flash of pain at the base of his neck before all turned to darkness. Before he was alone. No! No no no!! No!! SAPHIRA!!!!
Eragon fell to his knees, Brisingr dropping from his numb hands. The sapphire sword clattered on the bloody rocks. He stared blankly at Saphira's life-less form crumpled on the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, Eragon saw the black king smile; grip his sword, Deyja, and turn to face him. Galbatorix lifted the glittering bloodstained black sword high above his head. Just as the stolen sword started its downward arc toward his chest, Murtagh, son of Morzan and Rider of the dragon Thorn, leapt in front of the evil king in an attempt to save his brother. Zar'roc and Deyja clashed in a shower of crimson and black sparks. Galbatorix snarled, hate twisting h
Midnight waltzNico slowly walked along the tombstones. Cold breath of the night made him pull coat closer to his body.Midnight waltz3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You´re late," said voice behind him. He turned sharply.
"I'm sorry. I had some duties."
Woman with beautiful blond hair jumped down from low wall. In light, quick step, she went to Nico. "Nobody followed?" She asked tenderly stroking his face. Nico shook his head.
"You said it was urgent. What happened?"
Woman´s features hardened. "The Vatican has gone mad," she whispered. "They want war."
"No," breathed Nico and grabbed her hand. "Stella, it can´t-"
"It's true," she said sharply. "They sent us a declaration of war. I saw it. Tomorrow... Today at midnight it´ll begin." Both of them involuntarily looked at watches. It was quarter to eleven.
"What does this mean for us?" Nico asked worriedly. "We can´t yet..." Stella shook her head and sat down on one of the tombstones.
"This wasn´t supposed happen," she whispered bitterly. Nico sat down to her and hugge