Darashi did not want to do it. He had taken so much blood already. This is not what he diserved, friends, a new start,... blood. He new that he had to drink it but he did not want to. "If i do you... will become a... vampire as well. I could never... lay such a bur-... den on my... best... friend." Darashi felt tears form in his eyes as breathing got harder with every passing second. He was going to die. He was ok with dying now. He was no longer a monster. And atleast he did some good before he died...
(just so you know he is about 3 posts way from death. He needs blood.)
well, i guess i'll rap it up with one final tribute to our beloved game...
Darashi had died of blood loss as acantha was shot in the head by and arrow from behind. The remaining dragons burnt that city to the ground as men, women, and children died in the streets. There were no survivers. As for Vhalor, no one found his body so he must be out there somewhere, waiting for the next time to strike. That day and its lost heros were remembered for years to come. Until tales became myth and myth became... Legends of Arrana.