The Death of Draken

The next day, Draken quickly got dressed and walked out of Za'Leer's tent, greeted by the panic of the other night elves. Concern he summoned his weapons and armor and head towards the direction the elves were running from.

Sabriel waiting for him, wear grand Zataran robes, a golden staff in his hand. "Draken Darkward, it's a pleasure to meet you." The half demon grimaced at the name, "It's Sainte now." Sabriel shook his head, "You are no noble, you are a flithy rat." Draken sensed the grim and disgusting presence from Cartagan when he freed him from the worm. "The Nameless, no, one of his spawn I presume."

"Oh? You know of us then?" Draken furrowed hia brow, "I did my research, and how everything turned out, there is no doubt. You ruined the love of her mother and Cartagan."

Sabriel shook his head, "The One only showed Cartagan the truth, it was you that ruined their love, and your blasted father." Draken sneered back, "Here to finish what your disgusting lord couldn't?"

The man's smile faded, "Yes, to wipe you off of this world, you are too much of a threat Draken, you must be disposed of." He blasted Draken with a beam of light, however he blocked the attack, "You gotta try harder than that!"

Then they clashed, throwing blows at each other, twisted magic against demonic power. Draken tore Sabriel's body apart while being pelted by the twisted magic of the Nameless.

Sabriel stepped back to heal, "Hmm, you can protect yourself and fight, but you can't protect them." He aimed his staff at the night elves. Draken quickly jumped in the path of the staff as Sabriel uttered, "EVAPROS."

A great beam of black lighg conected with Draken, blasting him. Once the light faded away, all that remained was a column of smoke. Sabriel didn't sense anything as he watched two peices of Draken fly off to different ends of Zatar.

He walked away and pulled out a black device, "Leo, use the passageways and bring the Mondrith to Zatar, Draken is dead. Don't worry, the place is great." He closed the odd device and put it away, before heading towards the home of Lucretia.

Za'Leer watched in horror of how Draken, a stranger, just sacrifice himself to save the night elves. He planned on using Draken for the Iron Queen, but now he felt, horrible about the plan. He knelt down tonthe column where Draken was, "You saved us, I'm sorry I couldn't help you, Draken."

A demonic hand then shot out of the cloud, crawling through the sands. Draken wasn't dead yet.