I was rather naughty and wrote a songfic. I couldn't help it... I'd just finished reading 'The Awakened Mage', had my mp3 player on shuffle, and this song came on. I went cold all over, and realised I had to write this.

Disclaimer: The characters Asher and Gar belong to Karen Miller. The song, 'Live Free or Let Me Die' belongs to Skillet. I do not claim to own any of the aforementioned, and I am making no profit from this.

Contains spoilers for the 'Kingmaker, Kingbreaker' series. I warned ya.


Death until the dust, and we're waiting,

Ruined in the rust, of our craving,

Gar took a deep breath. Today Asher would die, because of his selfishness.

"It feels like… It feels like…" He couldn't find the words.

Don't you know the cost of your betrayal? a voice in the back of his head whispered cruelly. He laughed humourlessly and let his head fall back so he was staring at the ceiling.

You're the one that's lost, you're gonna fail. It feels like, it feels like you're gasping with all your might.

He tried to ignore it, but the voice was persistent. He plucked uncomfortably at his shirt; the guilt had crept up silently and begun to suffocate him.

"You can't take away my strength, fix these broken veins - there's nothing left to fight," he murmured, closing his eyes. There was nothing he could do. He had tried…

"You can't take away my pride, I won't be denied - there's nothing left to fight…" he tried to convince the voice… and himself. He clenched his fists angrily and got abruptly to his feet.

"Insects walk below, I'm on a wire. Fire will burn below, but I am higher. It feels like, it feels like…" He may no longer be King, but he was still the Prince of Lur – he didn't have to listen to this… this voice, accusing him, insulting him.

Don't you know the cost of your betrayal? You're the one that's lost, you're gonna fail! It feels like, it feels like you're gasping with all your might!

It wouldn't stop. He screamed then, grasping fistfuls of his hair. "It wasn't my fault!"

Slowly the voice changed.

You can't take away my strength,

Fix these broken veins,

There's nothing left to fight,

Live free or let me die,

You can't take away my pride,

I won't be denied,

There's nothing left to fight!

"Asher…?" Gar stammered, casting about blindly for the source of the voice. It was so familiar; it had to be him… but there was no one there. "Stop it," he said, trying to sound authoritative.

Still the voice continued.

Live free or let me die.

He spun around. Asher stood before him now, chained and bloody. Gar took a step backwards and stared defiantly at the spectre.

"Do you remember how you became who you are now?" he demanded, pointing accusingly towards the ghostly figure. He had made him what he was! He had provided him with a job, taken him in and trusted him, befriended him… and killed him.

"Do you remember how it felt to breathe without gasping with all your might?" Asher countered, pointing back at him with a pale, translucent hand.

Did he? No, he didn't. He sank to his knees as icy hands clawed at his lungs.

"You can't take away my strength, fix these broken veins… Nothing left to fight…" he whispered, shaking his head desperately. There was nothing he could do…

Asher spoke once more.

"You can't take away my strength, fix these broken veins – there's nothing left to fight," he repeated mockingly. "Live free or let me die. You can't take away my pride, I won't be denied – there's nothing left to fight."

"Nothing left to fight… nothing left to fight…" Gar echoed as the figure faded.

Live free or let me die…

Live free or let me die…

Live free or let me die!

And then he was alone. Alone with nowt but his guilt.

He let the tears fall.

"What have I done…?"


Not my best work, but I don't think its too dreadful either. Constructive criticism is very much welcome - how else am I to improve?