From Lucas's Perspective:
The city continued to burn, collapsing all around us. A skyscraper of shattered glass, split apart and crashed into a concrete building sending millions of shards in the air, cutting our skin. It was only a matter of time before the other team killed us. We only had 15 more minutes. Luna was crushed by a building. Now, we couldn't trap the building since we had lost our Runer.
"Francis!" I screamed over the sound of burning and crumbling. "We need breath assist potions now!"
"I'm clean out!" He said in despair. Martin and Chester almost died of the bad news. The smoke continued to thicken, turning from a grey to a black, and the orange sky slowly grew darker and darker.
"DAMMIT!" I screamed stamping my ash covered boot on the ground, "You're the Alchemist! That is your job, and your responsibility!"
"How was I suppose to know that we would be dying because of the smoke!" He spat giving a scowl. His red eyes seemed to intensify his glare. The smoke had been the cause of his red eyes.
"Look out!" Yelled Martin over the destruction.
A pitch black dragon landed on the building, so hard that his feet left a web work of cracks. He stood up, grasping tightly with his right hand a knife, and with a blazing fire surrounded in the other.
"Kathrian told me specifically to kill you Lucas." He said smiling though razor sharp teeth. "We've almost won. In a matter of seconds, your Sustainer will be destroyed."
"Shut the hell up Czar!" I screamed through the ash "I..."
Francis Screamed though the smoke, opening his arms to Czar. He charged head first like a bloodthirsty ram, and in seconds, sent himself and Czar off of the ten foot building. I watched in horror, as my friend willingly sacrificed himself off of the building. "No." I told myself. "This isn't real."
"Lucas... Look." Said Chester showing me his map. The map that Revealers get are suppose to help us. This only brought me despair. I watched as the plasma beacon from our Sustainer vanished from the orange polluted sky and as the map erased any mention of it.
"We lost." Martin said almost crying. "I should have seen that illusion that killed Luna. I failed as a Seeker."
I didn't say anything to comfort him. I couldn't even comfort myself.
"The world is falling." Chester said staring off into the distance, and surely enough, the world was collapsing. We had lost.
I was speechless. And as I watched the buildings fall into nothingness, I couldn't help but think that is was my fault. I should have been a better snatcher. The building crumbled to millions of rocks, and a sickening mixture of ash and dust engulfed the blazing city. I took my last breath and held it as the buildings reduced to rubble. The concrete jungle burned like a journal over lava, slowly crumbling, allowing parts of what it once was to be swallowed whole by the molten lava. Finally the building we were standing on gave way. I have never felt death and figured that it wouldn't be as bad. I have never been More wrong in my life.
