• This isn't how I wanted death to come. I wanted it to come from a freak car accident, not from a battle on top of a volcano, against a dragon and its sick rider with my dead lover near me.

    I wanted to surrender to the rider and give it to him. But another half of me wanted to have him fight for it, show him that he can't have it unless I'm dead. Then I remembered something that my lover said to me before he died.

    You can do it. Since I can't, end his life... for ours and the world's. Suddenly, tears filled my eyes and I made a grab for his bow- mine now charred from lava-and nocked a silver arrow, glinting in the moonlight. Quickly, I aimed and shot it, the point toward his head...