I'm sorry! Gah! I've had tons of homework all week, two piano class meetings (mini-recitals) two hours of tennis, six hours of SATS, and a bunch of other stuff! I'm also turning pages for this one piece, and I have to leave in like five minutes, so I'll post Malum's death scene after I come back!

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Just thought of something.

Ketira lives through this battle, because it's not long enough.

Instead, she escapes and joins forces with someone.

Troner.

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Oh, I am a genius, aren't I?

As promised.

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Endeyrory Pracea

Drakes darn you, Draco. Why, in the name of the gods that are, did you have to get yourself killed? WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY????????????

I'm going to kill you, Malum.

I am going to kill you and I am going to kill you and then I am going to kill you again and again and again because you got Draco killed and you killed my sister Lizta and I thought you killed my sister Ketira but you actually didn't and you killed my parents and burned my home and killed lots of other people and I hate hate hate hate hate you so much so much and I am going to kill you and I am going to plunge my sword into your back and you are going to die

After I finish that thought, Draco finishes her fly slide across the cave floor, coming to a rest just next to a wall. I scream. Very loudly.

My head is pounding with blood my sword is shining but my knees hurt and I'm running, running, toward Malum, ducking tails and whatever because they don't matter and I'm going to kill you Malum...

And then I fall.

Just as I begin to jump, my knees give out with a crack, and what I mistook for adrenalin is an attack...

...I bend down to spring up, but that slight motion makes my knees give way and I fall, still clutching my sword. I'm going to kill you Malum... I'm going to kill you...

He laughs, a deep, horrible, rumbling, cackling sound,  and opens his mouth, preparing to burn me to ashes.

Just before he does, he disappears in a great flash of white. At least I didn't feel anything.

I stand up. I stand on a big, flat, black plain of, well, nothingness.

My sister stands opposite of me, looking as suprised as I felt. Aleakim landed on the black plain, and Adela followed half a second later. Kerra appears, and Anex as well.

Malum appears in a great big thunk.

There is the sound of foot steps behind me. I whirl around, gripping my sword tightly.

There stands...

...Deren.

Oh my gods. I really am dead. Even Malum rumbles in discomfort.

"No," Deren says, "none of you are dead. I just removed you from existence, temporairily. Perhaps not I, but they."

The black plain rumbles beneath us. I stare down at my feet. The ground is covered in... scales, deep black scales half as long as my sword.

"Such strange creatures," something whispers in some old, ancient, dead language. "They fight their wars, they have their ideas, our pathetic descendants and these... soft thingies."

"Yes," a second voice whispers, a higher one, perhaps female, it emanates from the sky above. It too, is covered in scales, white scales. "I agree with you, my brother. Keep your mind at the present. We must deal with them."

"I hate how you always make me do the talking," a third voice whined, "I mean, you guys are so much older than me, and I gotta me all regal and stuff, and it makes my head hurt. Why can't one of you guys be the impartial one for once? Please?"

Oh my gods, his voice is so annoying that I want to scream. It's like screeching birds who have had their vocal cords cut. Unpleasant, grating, annoying, eardrum-destroying, they're all understatements.

"Little brother," the two non-annoying voices whisper, "we do not need to go over this again. Perhaps we ought to let the Prince of the Spiked Ones have his way with you."

"I hate you guys!" The whiny voice was back.

A gray dragon appeared, and he puffed himself up, and began to speak. "We are the dragon gods," he intoned, "the gods of three, the gods of old, the gods of all. Can I please skip this part?" he whined.

We were barely listening. See, this gray dragon, he was small. Tiny. Diminuitive. Two feet long.

"What?" he screeched. "Fine, I'm skipping that part. Anyhow, my sister, the good one in the sky, she's Misericordia. My brother, the bad one in the ground, is Immitem. I'm Hank. We're the dragon gods, and we want you to not kill each other for now, okay? Give us a few a hundred years, we'll come to a decision, and then you can go about killing. Okey-dokey? Now Mizzy and Immy want to talk to each of you. And remember, disobey us, kill each other, and there will grave consequences." His voice cracked on "seq."

I have no idea what anybody else heard, but this is what I was told.

Immitem spoke to me first. "A fine fighter, that you are. But your heart is good, and you do not lie in the ground. You lie in the sky, with my sister, so it is she that will speak most to you. All that I have for you is this: betrayal is a nasty thing, Endeyrory Pracea. It slashes the heart. Perhaps you should consider your...side in this conflict."

"My brother said that I would say the most to you, but he has said more than I will. Follow your heart, for it will serve you will. We have spoken to your companions, in a different way. Good luck," Misericordia said.

Deren spoke inside my head. "I couldn't win her heart because it already belonged to somebody else," he said, and there was a flash of light, and I was springing up to jump.

The dragon gods had just told me not kill Malum.

They could go die by unicorn horn.

I continued leaping, landing on Malum's back. I brought my sword up high, than plunged it deep into Malum's chest. It was a fatal blow.

I jumped off him and ignored him. None of my friends seemed to be listening to the dragon gods either.

I took almost no notice of them.

Instead, I run over to Draco, and grabbed her in the tightest hug in the history of hugs. "Don't die on me," I cried, "don't die..." I continued repeating that for about half of a minute until Draco finally spoke up.

"Um, Endey?" she said. "I think you're suffocating me."

I kissed her.

Oh, she was going to be so mad at me, and probably would kill me, but too bad.

I loved her.

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Yes, I know I changed tenses. I would do a little explaining, but my mom wants me to come up.

@SC: OH MY DRAKING COMBUSTIBLE LEMONS, THAT WAS SUCH AN AWESOME POST!!! And I think Troner/Ketira vs. Dragon Gods vs. Us People would be a good idea, as long as the gods aren't too powerful or anything. Maybe they should be kind of like the gods in Discworld... if you know what I'm talking about at all...

@Invisble: I was wondering who you were! And thanks SOOO much for the Scratch projects, they're really fun to watch. :)

"This is a very touching moment, yada yada yada," says Rilleyo over saturating the sarcasm.

"Always the party pooper," Kerra says. I think he's the party starter. I grab my sword and attack with gusto. I know I'm going to loose, but I don't care. He knocks my sword out of my hand and lunges. I rush over to Corbinian, grabbing a silver bow on the way.

"Give me some of your arrows!" I exclaim. 

"What? No!"

"Just do it!"

At that moment, as I shake him by the shoulders, Rilleyo strikes. I spread my wings and take flight. I'm actually flying. I call Xandella, and throw Corbinian on her, grabbing some arrows on the way. All my friends gape at me, stunned. I knock an arrow into the bow and fire. My aim is perfect, but Rilleyo slices it in half. This repeats until I'm all out of arrows. Rilleyo leaps on a dragon and charges after me. I drop onto Xandella and fly out of reach. I can feel my anger bubble to the edge.

"I would use my gas, but I want you to experience being dead." That is the pressure point. I step of Xandella, my wings flapping menacingly. I swear, Rilleyo looks like he's going to faint. Well soon he will, and he will stay that way forever. My eyes grow reptilian and wind whips around my feet, improving my hovering. I walk right up to him and lean against his dragon.

"I would kill you now, but I need more power. I also want you to experience my loving fangs in your throat." I walk down to Corbinian and grab his poison. In go my claws. I fly back up and attack. we go back and forth in an endless dance. I get the upper hand, then he does. Over goes my rage. I stop. I grin evilly, baring my fangs. My mussels tighten and...

I breath fire.

Rilleyo is being burnt to a crisp. I stop and see that he isn't dead yet. I scratch his neck with my poisoned claws and watch him fall from his dragon. I suddenly feel tired, and I drop from the air. The last thing I see before I black out is Xandella swooping down to catch me.

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