Post by Sarah on Mar 19, 2012 9:24:59 GMT -8
"Cowards die many times before their deaths the valiant never taste of death but once." ~William Shakespeare
Nissa watched helpless as the huge blue Dragon turned doing an odd hop over to her and Jordin. Emotions swirled in her while she waited the short eternity to see which of them it attacked, dreading that it might be attacking him and not her. She felt everything inside her sink when it struck at Jordin faster then she could see.
Her hopes flared up when he survived the first hit, all of the prep that they had done might be enough to save him. With the second she felt hope that the dragon would attack her fade and her anger flaming to life, but some how he managed to stay up. As Jordin fell after the third, Nissa felt it all fall away, she had known that he was going to die like this. It was a simple fact.
Jordin had always given more then he should. Now he had given his life to the Dragon. This wasn't the first time he had died trying valiantly to assist some one or something, this would his last as this Jordin, her friend.
The Dragon turned to her. She almost felt like grinning at it, she wasn't going to die now but it sure as hell was. The pain of Jordin dying was worse then when the Dragon attacked her, but if she couldn't feel the pain of Jordin's death why would she feel a little thing like the Dragon's wrath?
Nissa watched helpless as the huge blue Dragon turned doing an odd hop over to her and Jordin. Emotions swirled in her while she waited the short eternity to see which of them it attacked, dreading that it might be attacking him and not her. She felt everything inside her sink when it struck at Jordin faster then she could see.
Her hopes flared up when he survived the first hit, all of the prep that they had done might be enough to save him. With the second she felt hope that the dragon would attack her fade and her anger flaming to life, but some how he managed to stay up. As Jordin fell after the third, Nissa felt it all fall away, she had known that he was going to die like this. It was a simple fact.
Jordin had always given more then he should. Now he had given his life to the Dragon. This wasn't the first time he had died trying valiantly to assist some one or something, this would his last as this Jordin, her friend.
The Dragon turned to her. She almost felt like grinning at it, she wasn't going to die now but it sure as hell was. The pain of Jordin dying was worse then when the Dragon attacked her, but if she couldn't feel the pain of Jordin's death why would she feel a little thing like the Dragon's wrath?