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Posted 15 March 2013 - 11:44 PM Edited by elanman, 17 March 2013 - 12:17 AM.

Tonight it ends.

Tonight we se her true colours, and on whose side she stands.
The Dovahkiin bursts in, his heart aflame, his eyes grey and cold, revealing naught. "Please don't do this", she pleads. He stares into those eyes, her eyes, in which he had once lost himself. He hears her not, for his ears are deaf to all but screams.

The Dovahkiin notices him. Standing there, cocksure, arrogant and staring into the cold eyes of the Dovahkiin. The who presumes to stare into the Dovahkiin's eyes knows his fate is sealed. A veracious assault of fist on flesh cracks his bones and teaches him humility. The Dovahkiin's prey knows fear such as he has never experienced.

The one who was so sure of himself whimpers, shudders and falls unconscious with her name on his lips. The Dovahkiin is at peace at last, but something is wrong. He falls to his knees and finds he can no longer stand as his life essence seeps out of him, draining ever more with each forced breath. He falls, rolls onto his back and sees her, loosened crossbow in hand. "I'm sorry", she says. Her eyes are sullen and moist with tears.

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