Tia's POV

I feel like, when the gun went off, everything went into slow motion. You know when something bad happens, and for a moment everyone freezes, like they don't believe what they have seen and do nothing? In that time, precious seconds are wasted, but it's like you can't control it, that one little pause you do, blinking furiously to see if you dreamed it up, to beg to your brain that you didn't see it and it didn't happen.

When the gun exploded, Mitch was shielding Jerome. I couldn't see them now. All I could do was yell and run forward to catch the falling figure in my arms, cradling them to my chest and it took all of my will not to scream until my throat burned. All I could do was stare helplessly down into his brilliant blue eyes, knowing our time was precious and it was coming to an end.

Why Ridgedog put himself in front of the gun, I will probably never know. Maybe because he wanted to give Mitch and Jerome a chance to be together as partners. Maybe guilt drove him towards it. Or maybe I was having a nightmare, and none of this was actually happening, and Ridgedog wasn't actually lying in my arms, trying to hold onto what little life he had left and there was no gaping bloody hole in the middle of his chest where the bullet went through, and it was still gleaming. My hands were trembling as I push his hair back, watching his eyes, his weak, accepting eyes focus on me and he tried to smile but it faltered.

"Ridge" I cry, clutching his figure to me, shielding it from anyone's view. I was still trying to pretend that this was all a dream and any minute now I was going to wake up in Ridgedog's arms, safe and warm, and happy. But no nightmare or dream could be this horrible and this realistic. "Don't leave me Ridge!" I sob, my voice cracking horribly. I swallowed, trying to pull myself together but failing. "I'll w-watch over y-you" he says, his voice ragged and slow. Deamon had dragged Sky away, beating him senseless but I didn't care now. All I could think about, and all I live for was lying in my arms, dying.

"Please Ridge, I love you, don't leave me...please, I-I haven't had a chance to make everything up to you!" I whisper, blinking furiously at the tears threatening to blind my last visions of the demigod. He lifts his hand weakly to press a finger to my lips, stopping me from saying more. He shakes his head slowly, wincing a little. "There's n-nothing you need to make up for. I should of died years ago anyway" he chuckles humourlessly, coughing a little. I lean forward, trying not to move his body to kiss him softly, trying not burst into tears. His lips move against mine, weakly and slowly. I pull away, resting my hand on the pulse in his neck. His breathing was shallow and he didn't have much time left.

"I love you" he says quietly, his eyelids beginning to flicker close. I try and capture the memory in my mind, memorising every detail about him, especially his blue eyes in which his life was slipping away like sand slipping between my fingers. "I love you too. Now and forever." I whisper, closing my eyes as I kiss his forehead, slipping my hand into his. And I can only watch as the demigod, the immortal, the ex king, the one who never had a chance to have a family, the one I loved more than my own life and soul died in my arms.

His body goes limp and cold in my trembling arms, his eyes glazing over. Those always shining eyes, the ones that always had life in them and I could watch endlessly, the ones I lose myself in every night as I go to sleep, the ones that promised me hope for the future and were full of promises he could now never fulfill. I break down, sobbing loudly, tucking my head into his neck. "Wake up" I cry, shaking him softly before violently shaking him. "Wake up!" I sob loudly, before Deamon puts his hand on my shoulder and I shrug him off, crying loudly. 

Picking him up, I fly away from the bloody battlefield, the person who killed him, the ones he protected in exchange for his life into the mansion. I go onto the bed, lying him down beside me and pretend he is just asleep, and I had a nightmare and I'd woken up. But this was no nightmare, this was real, this was horribly real and he had just died in front of me. And there was nothing I could do. I wanted to stop this nightmare, to pinch myself awake. I try to but it just ends with a small bloody crescent shape on my arm and the still dead demigod on the bed. 

I couldn't stop this, even if I tried. Even though I made this happen.

"Wake up" I whisper one more time, before I burst into loud, gasping sobs as I hold him close to me. 

He never had a chance to start a family. He never got the chance to be a father. I could of been the one to make him see what it's finally like to have a child. And now I'll never have the chance. Would he see his children in heaven, the ones he never got to see grow up? Would they be grown up now? What would it be like for him in heaven? Would it be a massive kingdom, like Voxeltopia where he could rule over angels? Would it be clouds everywhere, with a big gate, with all the friends and family who died before him standing their, waiting to greet him? Would he be able to start a family up there? Or would he go to hell for all the bad things he had done? 

He would probably be the devil's right hand man, I think, smiling a little through tears. He'd enjoy that, ruling over people and torturing them. Torture those who'd ever gotten in his way. And if Syncrasis died and went to hell, he could torture her forever and get the justice he deserved. 

I wish I could just see his eyes one more time, see them sparkle with life and happiness, the happiness that I brought him. At least I managed to give him that. Happiness. I remembered that night so clearly, when we were cuddling on the sofa, and he'd whispered the future in my ear, saying how one day we would start a family, we'd have kids, get married and live forever together, living each day to the full. He had looked so happy when I'd agreed straight away. That lively grin had appeared on his face and his eyes had sparkled, as he talked about kids, and whether it should be a boy or a girl, how he make swings and slides for them in his garden, how we would go on picnics together...

That couldn't happen now. Because he was dead. And there was nothing I could do about it.

Note: I died writing this. I actually cried. THE FEELS.

Liam's POV

Everything was happening too fast. It needed to slow down. One second, Jerome is waltzing out of the forest. The next second, Ridgedog was flying in front of the gun and taking the shot that had Mitch's name written on it. I tore my eyes from Tia's sobbing figure as she flew away with him in his arms, dead, and turned to Mitch and Jerome, who looked a little confused and shaken about the whole ordeal, but were hugging hard, both crying. I looked over to see Sky, beaten probably to death by Deamon, who had taken the gun off him and was shaking all over. There were tears in his eyes which he was trying to furiously blink away. 

"Jerome, how did you manage to...?" Mitch asks, still hugging his friend. "I don't know! When you left me downstairs I had some sort of breakdown and then I was fine!" he laughed. Mitch laughed too, hugging him tightly before turning to Deamon who had shut his eyes now, looking down. "Deamon, can't you just take him to Mexxy?" I ask curiously. Deamon shakes his head. "Mexxy won't do anything. He's wanted Ridgedog dead for too long. Nothing in the world could bring him back now." Deamon says quietly, his voice cracking near the end before he begins to drift up to the sky. "I need to go tell the others." he whispers before disappearing. 

As the Yogscast disappear back onto their own island, Team Crafted returns too, Jerome, Mitch and I, hand in hand. At least we had a happy ending.

Deamon's POV

My best friend was dead. That thought kept echoing in my mind. He's dead. Drifting through the doors, I am greeted by a smiling Featherblade, Kupo and Elevn. "Deamon! What's wrong?" he demands. "Ridge is dead." I say plainly before the tears break free and I collapse in front of the widely grinning Mexxy, sobbing uncontrollably.

Note: Hope you liked this chapter :D and no this is not the end of the book! :D