The Three Crowns | ducatimad007 | BOOK I

Emil removed his helm and desperately searched in the midst of the massacre; bodies litter the snowy field as blood seeps from his many wounds. A gash in his neck pulsing with every step he made, fighting to stay on his two stunted feet. -Allyn! Please, where are you?- he cried, his voice desperate. Tears heavily blurred his vision. His axe dripped crimson, his shield dented and bloodied, fell to the snow. His vision cleared to see an elf, lying against a stone. With a bolt in her stomach. -A-Allyn..- his voice cracked and broke, his body finally collapsed. Among his many fellow dwarven warriors.

-No, I must reach her.- his body, bloodied and broken finally stood up again and limped towards his love. He looks around, crying openly for all his brothers to see and hear. Most were dead, there was more corpses than actual snow.

-Allyn...- he dropped to his knees and kissed her forehead. Looking at the bolt on her stomach and a bloodied book on her hands. He put his hand on his neck wound, looked at his hand and saw crimson drip from it. Her face was beautiful, despite all from before.

-Hello gem, you look beautiful as always, but I need you to wake up now.- he smiled at her fair face, unmoving. -Gem, please, wake up.- his smile faded from his face and his tears blurred his vision once more. -My beautiful broken gem, please, please wake up!- his cries were drowned by the fell winds of winter. -I love you, so please just wake up.- his weeping proceeded in silence. -Hey, you remember the words we shared?- he grabbed her necklace, his bloodied hand mixing with the runestone. He stood up with his axe in hand, it was heavy.
-Through Stone and...-his legs give in as he falls from the stone onto his back. The cold of the white snow envelops his body.

-F-Fire...- he stares at the night sky, listening to faint yells, cries of help, and weeping. His crimson turns the purity of snow to a sickening dark red as he closes his eyes, thinking of her.

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