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The ruler of Rivendell's empire was thought to be well-liked.
His name lost to time, yet Rivendell flourished under his guidance.
It was only the fall of the original empires that had taken him down.
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He faced Xornoth, scared but trying desperately to not show it.
The words his brother said were blurred. Yet anger filled him, a cold and steady reassurance that this was necessary.
In the edge of his vision, he could see what remained of his home. Windows that used to be filled with a warmth had been broken and seemed empty.
The stables were empty, he could only hope that his reindeer and stag had been able to flee in time.
He knew evacuations had been placed, there had to be people who had gotten out before the demon was able to destroy everything. Right?
Scott tried to remember the empire's happier days. The times he'd visited others.
Jimmy, Katherine, Gem, Pearl, Fwhip... there were more, he knew that. But his memory seemed hazed.
He stared the Demon in his eyes, remembering the softness that used to fill them.
Scott had known this was going to happen. Still, as the sword plunged into his chest, the feeling surprised him.
It didn't hurt as much as Scott thought it would. But it was the cold that hit him.
The brutal icy blizzard seeped from his chest. Looking down, frost climbed its way from him to the outer edge of the demons circle.
Xornoth himself seemed scared, he knew that death was waiting.
Snow fell, and the crimson red that fell from him scarred the blissful white.
Scott realised he should picture where the sword should take him. But all he could think about was the cold.
He stumbled slightly, and would've fallen if it weren't for the ice that had formed around his legs, up to his knees.
Death wasn't a nice feeling, it was like Scott was being ripped into two.
He took a shaky breath as he closed his eyes for the last time. His only thought being the cold.