Thread:Abbykurle/@comment-31148069-20180807174543/@comment-30921738-20180808003651

Akurle lowered her head, trying to control her temper. She remembered Zyla charging at the Dark Lord, sending him into the lava and sliding off the edge herself.

"Jetleap!" she blurted suddenly. "I would be dead right now if it weren't for Zyla!" Akurle turned and ran away from the group, toward the edge of the ledge and peered down. The lava had sunk quite a bit, revealing two levels.

That's when it happened.

"Shylartek fawr!" The words hit Akurle like a tsunami. Glowing purple chains shot out of nowhere and wrapped themselves around Akurle's paws. Akurle screamed and stumbled back. She felt rocks crumble underneath her, and slipped off into the crater. At the same time, the chains attached themselves to the rocks, leaving Akurle dangling above the lava.

She turned her head and saw him. The Dark Lord was only a few feet away from her, grabbing onto the ledge with a single hand. The sharp rocks were digging into his scales, causing deep cuts. Blood sripped down, and when he gripped the rock tighter, it only made the bleeding worse. His other arm was bruised and cut badly. His arm was also bended oddly, making it look as if he had broken it. The Dark Lord himself was covered in scrapes and burns, and one of his eyes was squeezed shut and had a nasty cut right across his eyelid.

"You," he hissed. Blood dribbled out the corner of his mouth. "You will never forgot me. Every night you sleep, your dreams will be haunted by nightmares of how this battle should have ended. Every time you laugh with your friends, you will remember what I did to Cronin. Every time you look up at the sun that brightens your world, you will think of the lava that will soon end my life. I will haunt your dreams, your memories, your thoughts. You will never forget me, Akurle. May you know that every death you witness is just the loss of what you are fighting for today. You will never forgot me, and I will never, ever forget how you ruined my life!"

With that, the Dark Lord's strength faded, and he let go of the rock he was clinging to. He dropped down into the firey lava. The lava consumed his body, leaving nothing but a puff of smoke. At that moment, Akurle knew that he was dead.

At the same time, the spell broke. The chains around her legs dissipated, leaving Akurle with nothing to cling onto. She felt her body decending into the lava. Then there was a flash of red, and small claws grabbed into Akurle and keot her from falling.

Akurle looked up to see Zyla. Her left wing had a tear near the tip going halfway through her wing. The end was just hanging off, having no more use. Zyla struggled to lift Akurle. She flapped her wings as hard as she could, but could barely lift Akurle enough to grab into the rocks. Zyla swung to the side, then threw Akurle onto the rocks. Akurle grabbed on before falling and quickly climbed up. Instinct told her to turn around, and she saw Zyla's wings failing her. Akurle reached out and grabbed Zyla's front leg. She pulled her up, just as Zylas wings stopped flapping. It was a struggle, but Akurle managed to pull Zyla onto the rocks.

Zyla flopped down on the ledge, unmoving. Her legs slowly curled in, and her wings hung limp beside her.

"Zyla!" was the first word Akurle had said for what seemed like ages. She sat down Beside Zyla and gently shook her, afraid to hurt her more. Zyla didn't move.