Alternate Ending Of Shagloom

"It's okay Nathan... Allah isn't here. Karma doesn't flow here either. This is a place of absence. We must do what we must. We'll be forgiven for what we do in this place."

“It’s my fault... It’s my fault for all of this!” he shouted. “Mom died, dad was captured, Miss Ingrid was hurt, Alis lost her legs, and it’s all because I’m so damn

“You’ve finally done it, you killed me. I hate losing, even if there are better ways to die at the hands of a man like you.” Roy’s cold black eyes stared at her, emotionless. “I like your eyes, I can’t wait for the day when their wide with agony. That day, is soon.” Then it was over, her body didn’t leave a trace. Roy fell to the floor in pain from his wound.

Kara stared at the king as he finished his speech, amazed she'd been given a final chance at a reprieve rather than being led straight to the gallows. She knew then that Mordred was right about this man… saddened by the realization that Arthur had a truly merciful heart, quite unlike the monster Morgana had painted him out to be.

The man, a silhouette in the darkness of first light, glimpsed up, vigilant and watching, both hands placed on the table. Behind the table towered the colossal system of supports and beams, and where that failed to obstruct anything shone the rising sun after yesterday’s snowfall. It pierced the clouds, god

"Saaammm!" he shouted again and then he release his power and made all things around him...

"Mom, Dad, and brother are gone. Dead." I said, looking down, tears forming in my eyes. They soon started to fall onto my ragged shirt. "Monsters bombed them."

He peered through the fog and was struck hard by the terror and realisation that he would die there. His lungs rattled in fear, fingers warm with

The beam soon dissolved and a moment of near silence washed over. With eyes still glowing red as rubies, the wanderer raised its head and looked back only to see what looked like a tall, faceless man composed entirely of flaming black shadow with glowing veins of golden liquid running through

“Are you sure you weren't followed?”asked Morwen. As Quinn and the small bundle she carried walked briskly into his Cottage soaking wet from the great storm outside.

be. Lightning was close and constant. The stretcher, all by itself, stood on end and sailed into the

The next morning, I woke to the sound of something in the room. I craned my stiff neck sideways to see the snippety sentinel in the silky, white dress. He was perched by the window, staring me down. I stared back, trying to wipe the puddle of drool off my chin with my shoulder. This wasn’t happening. It had to be a dream, but I could never dream up something so bizarre.

Overhead, not yet fully recovered, Merikh hovered unsteadily. Enraged, he swooped down. Clawed feet outstretched, he aimed for Marisol. I threw myself in front of her, frantically trying to call up a sphere of blue lightening. The tingle of fire was just reaching my fingertips when

Raincloud, the spirit wolf of rain, collapsed on his cloud. “Ah. It’s great to be on my cloud again right after sending little minions down to the Earth.”

He was contemplating all the stars in the sky, from a broken mirror, staring at the sky. Huh. You could never see all the stars in the sky unless you were miles away from humanity, he thought. When he had gone up the stairs and opened the door, he had noticed two things. There was no hotel left, and everything was flattened around him for miles to come. His jaw had dropped. Knowing fully what the fallout would do to him, he quickly retreated back his small grotto under the pile of rubble that lie around. There he spent, seventy-two hours, drinking alcohol and eating sandwiches that he had scavenged for in the kitchen. Fiddling with a few blocks of wood and a carving knife filled the tedium of being trapped for hours . He noticed the bartender. His body was pancaked as a shelf fell over him, evenly splitting his body into eighths. He shuddered