Some writing ive done out of boredom.

Dreydon: I am myself, and I will always be myself...not who you or anyone else wants me to be. No one can change that! I will always be the same. I live for no one else but myself. The problems of others are not my concern. My main concern is to survive, not to babysit weaklings like you.

Dana: What about love? Will you ever love any other than yourself?

Dreydon: Love is foolish. Love is for those that are too weak to make it on their own strength.

Dana: The way you are speaking now.....it makes you sound like the weak one.

Dreydon: You wretch! I will make you eat your words. *He draws his sword.*

Dana: Fine then, kill me. But I think you wont, Because then you would be alone and I dont think you can handle that.

Dreydon: Shutup! I....Im fine by myself. I have been for years.

Dana: Yes, maybe...But then I came along. It was I who kept you company in the darkest times, and it was I who treated your wounds after your battles. It was I who befriended you. Ive seen a change in you Dreydon, and I know that you have also felt this change. Just admit it. You....you love me, dont you?

Dreydon: I.....

Dana: Dont be afraid Dreydon. I....I love you as well. Now say to me those three little words....show me your true feelings.

Dreydon: I....I do....I love.....

*An enemy archer who has been watching from afar is tired of this endless conversation. He decides to finally make his move. He grabs an arrow from his quiver.....draws it....and....*

Dana: Agh! *An arrow pierces through Dana's back and into her heart. She falls to the ground immediatley, her face shows no sign she was even aware of her own death.*

Dreydon: Dana! No......no......NOOO!!!!! Wake up Dana! Dont do this! I didnt get to tell you.....* He Drops to his knees, picks Dana and holds her close to him*.....That I......that I loved you. Im sorry....

*The archer takes delight in his suffering. He is glad that he went along with his plan to shoot the girl first. He would love to remain sitting here and to continue to drink in this mans pain, but he has a job to do. Time to kill him. He grabs another arrow, readys his bow and fires another shot.*

Dreydon: Dana.....no....Ive wanted to tell you....but.....hm? * He senses the arrow coming at him and moves away just in time. He then looks around in the direction the arrow came from to find the bastard that did this. He finds the unlucky soul on a branch near the top of an oak tree.* You! YOU! I will make you pay! I will rip you limb from limb! I will make you suffer! *He draws his sword* Now DIE!!! *He wildly runs toward the tree.*


I might put more up later.