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Fooling Fate sequel to Bound	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 44179 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“It is time.”
The family held hands as they watched everyone in their ranks straighten out. Moments later, they had to blink in shock as they were placed on the plain. It was… surreal… to say the least. Where they had just left, it was the dead of night. But here it looked like dusk, dim yet there was no sun. It was hard to see, which was probably the doing of the Gods. They wanted to give their army a fair advantage, after all. But no one could see the Gods, only miles and miles of flat plain.
“Where are they?” Lily asked.
“Thewe hewe,” Addie May said gravely. “Thewe hiding.”
“Behind what?” Cecil asked. Everyone jumped, startled as the boy hadn’t said more than ten words since he’d inadvertently became part of the family.
“Invisibew bwanket,” Addie May said, crouching down beside her new mum and dad.
“Everyone be on your guard,” Melody warned. “No one will be able to see them.”
Draco and Hermione had to catch their breath. They knew exactly what Melody had meant. Her vision wasn’t working here. Which meant they would have the largest disadvantage.
“Shield,” Draco said as calmly as he could, urging everyone to shield their entire ranks.
“Sound as well,” Harmony called softly.
Once they were behind a blanket of impenetrable silence, Melody strode to the front of the ranks and cleared her throat.
“Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!” She grinned and laughed. “Okay, so maybe not quite that kind of speech, but I’d like to make sure we’re all on the same page. Our enemy lies beyond that invisible border out there. Those who haven’t been imprisoned and forced to do the Masters bidding have been kidnapped and experimented on, tortured until their minds were no longer their own. Most won’t recognize friends or family. Those of you who have lost family members, I realize how hard this will be for you. As such, if you see a loved one, please, hail one of us any way you can after you have subdued them. We’ll try to break the spell, but there are no guarantees. Your brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, friends, they are not the same people they once were. And we’ll give it our best effort to return them to you. But not everyone is so lucky. To those who aren’t, I’d like to extend our condolences and our acceptance should you choose to end your fight. No one should have to fight their own.”
“And if we fight?” One of the elves in the back yelled.
Draco held a hand up and took Melody’s place at the front, Hermione by his side. He smiled sadly into the crowd.
“Then you will be doing creatures all over the world and humans, both muggle and magical, the biggest service you could ever imagine. It ends tonight. For those who won’t walk away, you will not be forgotten by those here today. For those who survive, know that beyond this plain, no one will have ever known the sacrifices you made. But we will keep this day sacred. The Gods will rejoice, they will shine favorably upon your races, and we will prosper. Twenty years ago, we saw the end of a tyrant. Muggles and most creatures had never heard of him. He sought to rule the world through domination and fear. We lost many but he will never walk this earth again. I’m proud to say that my children have grown up in a world without fear… and I am determined to provide that gift to my grandchildren and their grandchildren after that.”
Before anyone could cheer or boo, their shield was attacked with a great burst of light. Reds, greens, blues, yellows, oranges, and purples all collided in a kaleidoscope that would be beautiful if it weren’t so deadly. The shield held exceptionally well but they couldn’t hold it for long. It would look too suspicious and the whole point was to lure the Gods out. Besides, they needed to find Moira and they couldn’t do that behind a shield.
“We break on the count of five,” Melody called out, her eyes narrowing. She looked straight at Hermione and Draco and lowered her voice. “Find her fast.”
“Here,” Harry called, sprinting up with his cloak. “You’ll move faster if no one knows you’re there.”
“But we’ll be hindered,” Draco said.
“Better to be slow than dead,” Harry said with a pointed look.
“He has a point,” Hermione mumbled.
Draco was about to argue but Severus beat him to it. “Remember your very first strategy lesson.”
Hermione gasped and then grinned. She remembered it alright. She and Draco had gotten into yet another fight because of miscommunications. Ginny, bless her, had come up with some crazy scheme to get them back together which ended with Hermione kneeling at Draco’s feet in not much more than her knickers. But it was the lesson Snape had bestowed on her while waiting for Draco to arrive, the same one they’d given Scorpius a few days prior. They worked in as a team in tandem. He shielded, she blasted.
‘I’ll carry you,’ Draco thought as Melody started the count down. ‘And we’ll run under the cloak with a disillusion spell. You blast everything in sight.’
“One!” Melody called.
‘I love you,’ Hermione thought as Draco disillusioned them both and threw the cloak over them.
‘I love you,’ he thought as he picked her up like a feather.
The flashes of light from curses were blinding when the shield fell but the invisibility spell on Moira’s army had disappeared. It was very little comfort though as their own rebellion started falling under the onslaught of the wizards and fae. They couldn’t yell strategy though. The faster they reached Moira, the more lives they could save. It was painful, skipping past several people that were in desperate need of help. Hermione blasted who she could but they couldn’t stay in one spot too long. They were pushing it as it was, stopping every few feet to blast yet another wizard with a twisted look on their face.
It was bone-chillingly familiar. Every twisted sneer looked like another crazed werewolf or hate-filled Death Eater hell bent on destroying their opponent. Every curse brought back flashes of the first time they’d faced them. Silver spells filled the air and howls from those who were unlucky enough to experience the effects ripped through their minds. They remembered the first time those spells were used and the carnage that ensued. Vampires sprinted through the ranks, carefully avoiding the flying silver and ripping Moira’s army apart. They could see the streaks of acid green and electric blue from Sampson and Victor’s hair as they zipped in and around the others. Tatyana had joined as well, her blood red lips peeled back around her fangs. Sergei fought beside his wife, who had joined when the creatures did and was fearsome in battle. Then another set of Vampires were unleashed and they began targeting the family. And that set off Philippe and Demitri who started a flurry of blood and shrieks.
All of these sights and sounds came in snippets as Draco kept running, modifying their shield so Hermione could hex. He was keeping his eye out for Moira while Hermione helped when she could and kept them from being hit. She almost leapt out of his arms when she saw Scorpius pinned to the ground by a hybrid daywalker. But he held tight, despite everything in him wanting to go to his son. Moments later, Scorpius smirked and kicked the walker halfway across the battle, a sharp stake protruding from his chest. Draco almost sobbed in relief. They’d taught their son well.
‘Where is she?’ Hermione asked as they reached mid-way through the throng of Moira’s army.
‘Best guess? At the back, just like Voldemort.’
‘No doubt waiting for the opportune moment,’ Hermione thought bitterly.
‘Exactly. And that moment will be when her opponent is already beaten.’
Draco sped up, dodging and leaping over body after body, trusting Hermione to keep them from harm. They worked like a well-oiled machine, just like old times. Only, they both wished they could just stand and fight instead of weaving through others. They caught sight of Elden, his green eyes fierce as he bared his teeth over another green skinned elf and waved one of the family members over. They wondered if he’d found his brother but they couldn’t stop to find out. Hermione yelped as a fae came flying out of nowhere, knocking Draco sideways a few feet.
“Cawefuwl,” Addie Mae screamed.
The couple faltered for a second. Little Addie looked different, fierce and nothing like the sweet little girl she normally was. Her eyes were glowing yellow as she clung to Narcissa’s side. Narcissa’s eyes were bright indigo as she blasted the army down, no one getting close enough to even graze little Addie. They noticed that Addie could anticipate attacks. So that’s why she had to come. Clever little girl. They wished her well.
“She’s at da back,” Addie yelled, making them catch their breath. “Huwwy. She’s gedding weady to use her neckwice.”
Shit. That wasn’t good at all. That talisman was bad news of Voldemort proportions. Fueled by a God, there is no telling what it could do.
“Love you, Addie,” Draco huffed, dodging a particularly large brute running through the crowd.
“Love you bubba,” Addie said sweetly before warning Narcissa to turn.
“Stay safe,” Hermione called as Draco took off again.
The world erupted in a rainbow and Draco had to turn and duck, shielding them with a magical shield and his body. They looked up to see their children, all glowing. They’d used some sort of tandem attack. It reminded them of that day at the ranch. Water and grass and rocks were floating in flurries of tornados and whirlwinds, knocking down several dozens of magical members of the Master’s army. It crept through the ranks, felling person after person.
“This is ridiculous,” Hermione breathed. “We’re not moving fast enough.”
Draco inhaled sharply when the dirt beneath his feet trembled. “Grab the cloak.”
Hermione shifted her weight and leapt in the air while holding the cloak. In moments, the comforting feel of Draco’s dragon scales calmed her heart. He could fly over in no time, but they would draw attention to themselves. She concentrated as hard as she could, casting a shield around everything but Draco’s mouth. Draco mentally smirked and began breathing fire, barbequing everyone in sight. The children started yelling praise and encouragement, fighting harder, bending the elements until gravity almost upended, leaving several members of the army floating and disoriented.
‘There,’ Hermione growled, pointing to the back of the ranks.
Draco sped up, dodging spells and pieces of earth as they flew at them. His eyes were locked on Moira. The pompous bitch was seated upon a throne made of bones and several of her kidnapped creatures looking more miserable than ever. Draco didn’t want to harm them. They had been tortured enough. So he flew low, barrel rolling so Hermione could slide off before turning back to his human form and standing stock still. His wife came running up, flinging the cloak around him. He was certainly glad they were linked in mind or she wouldn’t have been able to find him.
‘Let’s go,’ she growled.
As expected, the last few feet were a cakewalk. No one knew they were there and the others hadn’t been able to penetrate the army deep enough for anyone to care about shielding their leader. But there was something in the way, something invisible and pressing down like a giant weight. It felt like gravity had shifted again but they knew what it was. The Gods were intervening and that was something they didn’t know if they could plan for.
Moira surveyed her surroundings serenely, idly stroking the talisman around her neck. Addie Mae had not been exaggerating. She was muttering something under her breath but neither one of them could make it out. It was ancient, perhaps Celtic as the other wards had been. But whatever it was, the shield around her got heavier. They pulled back, trying to figure out a way around it without alerting her. They hadn’t thought of anything when a screech filled the air followed by another. They looked up to see Albus and Martin flying in at full speed.
Draco clamped his hand over Hermione’s mouth before she could scream at the boys to stop. He wanted nothing more than to turn them away but to give up their position might very well mean their deaths, and they had to survive this. Martin flew first, blowing a burst of fire at the dome. It turned black, like it had been singed. He flew faster, throwing his claws out before colliding with it. The shield shattered but Martin fell, bursting into ash on impact. Hermione sobbed into Draco’s hand, trying to pull herself together.
‘Phoenix,’ Draco reminded her. ‘Eternal.’
‘If he chooses it,’ she whispered.
‘Then it is his choice.’
Moira screamed a spell at Albus that glanced off his feathers but didn’t slow him from his mission. Draco frowned until he realized the spell. She thought he was an animagus and was trying to turn him back into a human. Well, that wouldn’t work with Albus. Draco blinked as the red phoenix dive bombed the woman, not once paying any mind to the spells she was screaming. He was going for the necklace!
‘Let’s go,’ Draco ordered.
They charged the throne, using Albus’s distraction to their advantage to free her unwilling slaves. They could tell they were still in their right mind. The last one to scramble out of the platform was the one they had hoped to find, the very first female werewolf captor. She snarled, her emaciated form barreling straight into the first member of the army she could find, ripping them limb from limb. It was bloody and disgusting and probably the closest thing she’d get to peace for the rest of her life. The fact that she was still alive was a testament to her strength.
A screech like a war call almost deafened them. They looked up to see Albus erupt into flames and slam into Moira’s chest. The chain of the necklace melted and broke, the talisman falling on the ground, Albus’s ashes covering it. Moira screamed and went to dive for it but they weren’t having any of it. Draco and Hermione hit her with two blasting spells, leaving her nearly unconscious at the foot of her throne.
“It’s over,” Draco growled, cancelling the disillusion spell as Hermione whipped their cloak off.
“You,” Moira hissed. “How?”
Draco smirked. “We made a deal with the Gods.”
Before Moira could reply, he cast the spell to stop her heart. They watched dispassionately as the monster fell silent. It was a surreal feeling, the fact that there was no guilt in their actions. It was the same with Voldemort when Harry did him in. It was slaying a monster, not a human. She didn’t get to be a human, not after what she did. In a way, it was anticlimactic. There were no crowds of onlookers to see an epic final duel, no tricks and switches, no surprises, she didn’t even fight back. But she was merely the puppet. The real battle would begin shortly.
“We need to destroy that,” Draco said, nodding to the necklace.
Hermione knelt, noticing that Albus’s ashes had scattered into the wind. She wondered if that meant that he couldn’t be reborn. But it was too late to worry about it now. Albus had bravely sacrificed himself twice. She would honor his memory by completing his mission. She picked the necklace up and studied it.
“Ancient Egyptian,” Draco confirmed. “Impenetrable to everything but a dark spell. And I happen to know this one. Guess old Lucius was good for something after all.”
Hermione watched in awe as the necklace seemed to hiss and writhe in Draco’s hand before bursting into black flames and consuming itself. When it was finished, all that remained was a charred black stone that had been cracked down the middle. It was remarkable how similar it was to the resurrection stone, though there were no markings. Draco finished it off by smashing it to dust and scattering it to the wind.
“Let them try to repair it now,” he said darkly, turning to look at the battlefield. “We still have to take care of everyone else. No survivors, remember?”
“I’ll do it,” Hermione said softly, climbing onto the horrid throne and casting a sonorous. “Moira MacNeeley, the Master, is dead!”
Cheers and cries of anguish filled the battlefield. The sky thundered and grew darker, more ominous. Black clouds drifted in. The wind picked up, whipping around people and chilling them to the bone. The entire plain was angry. She took a deep breath to steady herself.
“Those who fought against the Master, well done. I hope you’ve found your lost because there is one more consequence of this war.” Her voice broke. She hated this part, the last part of the requirement from the Gods. She cleared her throat and took another breath. “Those not marked as family will be eliminated.”
Screams of terror sounded out. She climbed down from the throne, tears in her eyes as she ran into Draco’s chest. They had discussed this after the cartoon marathon. Those that were saved would be keyed to the Malfoy standard signature, like the wards of the Manor. Then they would target the heart stopping spell to those without the signature. And the rest of the army would fall. The atmosphere was getting dangerous now, the temperature dropping much too low. They didn’t have long.
“On five,” Draco breathed.
They counted silently, hoping that it was enough time to have everyone marked. If it wasn’t, there wasn’t anything they could do about it. It was part of the bargain. At least they’d managed to save some of them. When the count was up they cast, watching in regret as hundreds fell clutching their chests. It was so quiet, nothing but the sounds of rustling clothing. Before they could even gasp for breath, the remaining members of the brave creatures that fought with them disappeared. Only the family remained.
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Draco and Hermione winced, recognizing the bellow of Hades. This was it, the moment of truth. Light flooded the plain, so bright it could have been one of the moments that had joined in the past. But this was no magic melding light. This was the original light, the one of the Gods. And it put the bodies of the fallen in stark relief. It was a sickening display, like one so many years ago. Many lie broken or in pieces, crimson flooding the plain. The ones who had lasted until the end had tortured looks of fear on their faces. It was enough to turn anyone’s stomach. The fact that these people would never be mourned for by loved ones, never see the light… it was wretched. At least the first few battles with Moira and her minions had ended with claimed bodies and graves. This would end with two more deaths… and the rest obliterated.
“What have you done?” Hades hissed, his eyes in full flame as he looked around at the carnage. “My army.”
“Gone,” Draco said, his voice flat. “As is there leader. It’s over Hades. No more army, no more humans to do your bidding, no more backing to stage an overthrow.”
Hades smirked. “That is where you are wrong, puny little mortal.”
Lights and explosions happened all over the plain, each one producing another God. They recognized a few. Ares was easy, the flames and overabundance of weapons gave him away. They figured Eris for the crazy look in her eye, Chaos as well. The other three they could guess, Tisiphone, Megaera, and Allecto. They frowned at that. Hadn’t they already rid the world of one Allecto?
“We’re not alone,” Draco said, sounding much more brave than he felt.
Hades laughed. “Your family? You think a bunch of mortals can take on the Gods?”
“Not a bunch,” Hermione said, backing up towards the family and dragging Draco with her. “Just us.”
“You two?” Hades asked, his eyes alight with humor. “What of your family?”
“We’re here for the show,” Melody said flatly. “I hope there’s popcorn.”
Hades frowned, tilting his head. “You feel… different.”
Melody snorted. “Trust me, you don’t want to go there.”
“Why not?” Hades growled.
“Because they are mine,” Nemesis growled as she appeared with a crack and a flash.
“Ours,” the fates hissed, appearing moments later.
“Well which is it?” Ares bellowed. “Who do you belong to, mortal?”
“You really need to brush up on your mortal history,” Persephone sniffed as she appeared. “Have you never heard of the fated twins?”
“I see only one,” Hades said, frowning.
“We aren’t identical,” Harmony sighed. “Why does everyone think we’re identical? It wouldn’t even work if we were identical. We would have the same gift, not two different ones.”
Ares sniffed. “A child of the Fates cannot fight the will of the Gods. It is forbidden.”
Draco lifted a brow. “Well, that’s news to me.”
Ares face screwed up into disgust. “You are not a child of Fate.”
“Okay,” he drawled. “Then let’s go.”
“So eager to die,” Ares bellowed. “I like these mortals.”
“Not eager to die,” Hermione said softly. “Eager for the end. We want peace, Ares, not war. We’re so tired of war.”
Ares sniffed. “What do mortals know of war?”
“I know I’ve fought in one,” Draco said. “I know the sacrifices made for the war to stop. And we’re fully aware of them this time. Now, can we please stop with the chit chat and get to the fighting?”
By the time they were done with their jabber, they had successfully managed to trek to the family. When Draco finally goaded them into forming ranks, they had their hands on him. He could feel the magic flowing, filling him in a way he hadn’t felt since they tried to break the Fate’s circle. He could feel it filling Hermione as well. It felt like millions of tiny needles piercing their very cores.
“Now you are stalling,” Ares sneered, lunging forward.
Before he could get close enough to strike, Persephone raised her hand and made two tall oak trees burst fully grown from the ground. The branches grabbed Ares and threw him across the plain, screaming in frustration as he flew. Hades bellowed in outrage and sprang forward, only to tangle up in pomegranate shrubs.
“Turnabout is fair play dear husband,” Persephone said with a truly ugly sneer.
The fight continued, Gods being overcome by plants and the elements the others threw at them. But Draco and Hermione couldn’t move. The power that surged through them had rendered them unable to. It was hard to breathe. But there was still more to absorb. Their skin felt tight, hot, and they were faintly glowing. The other goddesses were doing a good job of distracting their opponents but they couldn’t hold them for long. They were outnumbered.
“So it is true.”
“Thank fuck,” Nate muttered as a man with seashells in his beard appeared, another man at his side. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Poseidon and Triton.”
“Saved by the bleeding bell,” Melody muttered, her forehead beaded in sweat from concentration.
“Merlin it hurts,” Hermione whimpered.
“Hold on,” Draco whispered, grabbing her hand and sharing some of their magic.
It helped, but it did little to chase away the pain. They concentrated on the Gods fighting. Water had joined with fire and earth, all manner of forms flying through the air, landing all around the family but not touching them. Draco wondered what was happening until he realized that Philippe and some of the children were shielding. They couldn’t lend their magic so he helped however they could.
“Pwetend you awe takin a nap,” Addie Mae whispered. “It wiwl feewl bettew.”
They didn’t question the toddler’s instructions. They leaned their foreheads together and closed their eyes, trying to relax their bodies. Addie had been right. The more relaxed state allowed a larger influx of magic to fill them. It was still painful but the resistance was gone.
The sounds of battle still penetrated their minds though. The crash of waves followed by the crack and sizzle of yet another tree bursting into flames provided a steady cadence. The Gods could do this all day though, all week, all month, all year for years on end and never tire. This was why they were created. Without someone to influx enough magic to upset them, this war would never be settled. And there would be upset for centuries which the world couldn’t last through. As much as they hated to admitted it, their world was at stake here too.
Loud explosions sounded out with light so bright that it leaked through their eyelids and imprinted pure white in their minds. More magic flowed into their bodies, the feeling of their cores destabilizing prominent. It felt like it had when they’d summoned their power to help Lily, the ripping sensations. But they couldn’t stop so they held steady.
“It’s the big twelve, all reunited,” Melody whispered. “But that makes everyone even, damn it.”
“Always has been that way,” Harmony said. “It’s the minor Gods that throw the balance off.”
“Is that… Zeus?” Zandra whispered.
“Was it the huge ass lightning bolt that gave it away?” Zach asked dryly.
“Definitely the toga, mate,” Nate answered, sounding weaker than he had earlier.
The sounds of their chatter faded into the background as the pain overwhelmed them. Scenes from the past flashed through their minds. They saw themselves, broken and bloody, lying in the floor of the bathroom again, not trusting each other with a truce. Scenes from their childhoods melted together. They’d unknowingly bound themselves together that night, never to be separated again. They flashed forward to their first kiss, the inexplicable draw to pull closer rather than back. They saw Hermione’s healing, their last misunderstanding before they got married, their wedding night, Valentine ’s Day when their relationship had its first threat, Harry and Ginny’s wedding, their training, Ron’s change of heart, the war, the birth of their children, and then they were back.
“Can’t hold them down much longer,” Melody growled through gritted teeth. “Everyone but the original phenoms needs to finish.”
“We’re done,” Scorpius said, his voice breaking.
Then it’s the originals,” Melody said, holding them tighter, pressing them to the ground with all their might. “On three.”
The sound of Melody’s counting was drowned out by the bickering of Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. Each God was screaming at the others, accusations of betrayal, power abuse, gross negligence, and double crossing abounded. It was everything one expected from an encounter with the Gods. But they couldn’t concentrate any longer when the others started lending their magic and gifts. Minutes later, they couldn’t contain the pain anymore, screaming in agony as they lifted off the ground. They were coming apart at the seams. But there was still one more thing to do.
“Enough,” Draco and Hermione screamed at the same time. “There will be peace!”
It was all they could manage before unleashing the magic swirling inside of them. It burst from every orifice, white as snow, hurling towards Hades and the Gods who had staged the upset. It hit the Gods squarely on their chests, making them writhe in agony. But they didn’t stop when the magic was unleashed. They pushed harder, emptying their cores into it as well, throwing everything they had. This would end tonight. No more peace keepers, no more servants, no more special gifts that did more harm than good. No more. Ever. Again.
‘I love you.’
Neither one knew who thought it first but that was the last thing that went through their minds before agony unlike any they had ever experienced engulfed them. Their skin ripped open, emitting more pure light. Their cores were wrenched from their body before colliding in mid-air with the impact of a muggle nuclear bomb.
And then there was nothing.
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“There is nothing left,” Scorpius whispered, kneeling on the ground under where his parents had disappeared.
Ara was trying valiantly to hold in the sobs that wanted to escape while clutching Rose to her chest. Jacob knelt beside Scorpius, head bowed, tears silently dripping down his face to mix with the singed dirt. There were no words of comfort for them. Their parents were gone. Left in their wake was nothing more than scorched earth and dozens of stunned Gods and Goddesses left paralyzed by the blast. Even the bodies of the army had disintegrated into nothing, a nice and tidy way to clean house. In death, Hermione and Draco had thought of everything.
It was a miracle the family had survived. Those who had not leant their magic put everything they had into a shield… and it held. Perhaps the Gods had helped. But it mattered little now. The couple who had always come to everyone’s aid, always led, always worked to keep everyone together… was gone. All that was left now was a metallic taste in the air, the aftertaste of magic, pure magic.
Hades fell to his knees, his partners in crime falling behind him. They surrendered silently, knowing that they had been beaten… by mortals. These were a special kind of mortal but less than Gods, which was their salvation. They were free from all the rulings of the past, the bitter taste of true immortality. Free. Truly free.
“It is done,” Nemesis said softly, tears flowing down her cheeks as she strode towards the family. “And a deal is a deal.”
Melody fell to her knees, bowing her head. “Take it. Take it all.”
Nemesis nodded and snapped, bringing the Fates forward. “They have upheld their end of the bargain. What say you?”
The Fates snarled and hissed but were unable to come up with anything. They had been outmaneuvered and out negotiated by their own creations. They had no choice but to take it back. They held the ancient thread they had thought to snap decades prior and a pair of golden scissors. One moment of hesitation… and the cord was snapped.
The family collapsed on the ground, unable to move as their powers drained from their bodies. After having leant all their magic, the final blow was painful. They hadn’t even had time to count their dead. And they hoped there weren’t many. But then the pain overpowered them and they lost consciousness, travelling to the blackness together.

AN: Yep, I did it. You may throw stuff at me now. *ducks* A special shout out to Kimbovet, who was with me since the very beginning of Bound. Thought I wouldn't remember, didn't you? :D As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. This one will soon be over too, one more chapter left. Maybe I can finish the two original novels I've got in the works after that. I wonder if anyone would read them. Hrmmm. Well, until next time... love you guys!!!
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