One day, when the sun goes down.
The dessert, empty, will be entered upon.
The last two people will enter.
One will leave alive, the other crumbling away forever.
A feathered blonde and a 'human' brunette.
Both will experience some sort of loss.
They stand in a ring, surrounded by cactus's.
While the dead watch in the sky.
They are yelling, waiting for the fight.
The fallen King is the one to count down the seconds leading up to the alive boys fate.
They start to count down.
"3"
The remaining boys ready themselves.
"2"
A tear already comes loss, the blonde taking a moment to wipe it away.
He can't show any emotion. Not when everyone - dead or alive - is watching.
"1"
The brunette mouths exactly four words, and the blonde is the only one to understand.
Their fists clench.
"Fight!"
They run at each other, throwing punches, kicks, anything at each other.
They block, dodge, get hit, attack.
They repeat the process, watching their hears dwindle.
The brunette is getting the worse of it, however.
Blood is already on the blonde's hands.
He yells something, everyone can hear, and delivers the final hit.
The brunette falls to the ground.
He is bloody, the worse being on the chest and arms.
The blonde skinks to his knees.
He cries as he holds the body close to him.
Blood is staining his clothes, but he doesn't care.
He just killed his ally.
His best friend.
His lover.
Tears dripped onto the brunettes body.
He was already dead.
Blood flowed from the body. The blonde stood up, tears still flowing down his face.
The ghosts watched, declaring that Grian was the winner, and Scar was in second place.
The blonde - Grian - walked over to the ledge of the cliff.
He looked at Scar's body for the last time.
He was the winner.
But he didn't want to be.
Grian stepped off the ledge.
He fell to his death.
He had won, but he killed himself.
As he was falling, he said one last thing.
"I'm sorry."