Where I'd Rather Be

On the ground I lay, motionless in pain
I can see my life flashing before my eyes
Dead I fall asleep, was this all a dream?
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare

I will not die (I will not die)
I will survive

I will not die; I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
As I lay dying

On the ground I lay, losing everything
I can see my life passing me by
Was it all too much or just not enough?
Let me wake up, I want out of this nightmare

I will not die (I will not die)
I will survive

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I will not die... When you're beside me

The deep cut ran from her collarbone to her stomach, a deep rend that severed every layer of her skin. Hot blood was pouring from the wound, soaking the inside of her chestplate and becoming cold almost instantly. The edge of darkness was clouding her vision, those icy fingers that threatened to engulf her for eternity. She could feel Kacus stirring inside her heart, teething at the edges of her sanity and yearning for the freedom that would come when the cage of her soul broke completely. Her life had begun in a struggle and carried her to this place today, that bloody plain they called Baeil Garr...

But as she lay dying, Ruun could feel Alystares arms wrapped around her, the heat of his breath and the pain in his tears as they trickled down her cheeks. From the fading sight at the corner of her eye, she saw Decimus had stayed his blade and was watching, obvious pain crossing his face as he struggled with decision to move or not. She managed a smile. She knew what that meant... Her sacrifice had broken the Dragons' control of Alystares heart. She had freed him what could have possibly been the end of that world.

She closed her eyes for the final time. She saw nothing. She felt nothing. But in his arms, there was no place she would rather be.

*-On the 3rd day of Jorya in the year 858 of the Raoleign calendar, Ruun Del'Cyrios gave up her life to break the clutch of Enduryon over Alystare Miskall and prevented what could've been the most cataclysmic event in history. Instead of the destruction of the balance of Mana, Alystare Miskall turned on his corruptors and slew them all, along with the help of the legendary Fate Decimus Sparda and the Ashyrr mystic Iule Nodomno, thus bringing an uneasy peace that lasted for over 400 years-*



(lyrics by Three Days Grace)