Herad's eyes had given him away. Both men scrambled to be the first to draw their weapon. Herad pulled out a dagger before Chard could get his sword out of the sheath, and stabbed Chard before he had a chance to move out of the way.
Chard stumbled backwards into the door. The feeling wasn't pain, it was beyond pain. It was death, creeping into his veins. “You...” he croaked.
Herad voice sounded like he now slightly regretted his actions. “I'm sorry, Chard. But it was necessary that we destroy your child, and in order to do that we had to destroy you. I hope you understand.
Chards vision started to fade to black. His limbs started to go limp, but he knew he had one more duty. Using the last of his strength he pulled up his sword and plunged it into Herad.
Herad was so surprised Chard could still move he didn't react. He fell to his knees. “So this is how it ends,” he muttered. “We cut ourselves to bits, and neither of us see the end of the prophecy.” He shuddered, fell prone, and stopped breathing.
Chards legs gave out and he fell to the floor in a heap. The pain in his chest was overwhelming. His body was welcoming death with open arms. His vision faded completely. “Poor...Elizabeth....,” was the last sound he made before his lungs gave out and he breathed for the last time.
As the fighting in the halls outside continued one of the black-clad intruders accidentally knocked over a torch. It set the carpet on fire, and it spread to the wooden doors. From the wooden doors it caught on carpet in the tower room. Chard and Herad were consumed in the flames, a fiery burial for both them and the prophecy, which was still sitting on the table when it caught fire.
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when does this take place? you've got a pretty intense and vivid start here...
You'll get a time period soon.
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