As if I am embedded every hue and tone of his eye inside my head, so I can use it to fuel my revenge.
Because I will have my revenge. I will look into his eyes and take his soul.
Chapter 50
“The book is written for the eyes of a Deskyiara. No other can read the book, only the one with the blood of a Deskyiara. The words are invisible to others.” - Book of Azure
BLOOD POOLS AROUND MY KNEES as my body sways back and forth.
Any moment, I will fall face first into this land.
Skydance snaps his fingers, the archers heading back down the pathway that leads them to where Tilly flew to.
“We’ll be back for your stones,” Skydance snarls, pulling Dixyn in with his arms. They pull their charcoal scarfs above their noses as they all turn on their heels and head back down the mountain side, leaving me alone.
To die.
The crunching of boots on shattered sticks echoes ominously behind me, even though my ears are starting to hear a high-pitched ringing sound of death. I hear his cry for me.He shouldn’t have come back.
Each step of Koen and the others hurling their way toward me is a torturing pain of me knowing I cannot protect them for what is to come. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to drown out the heartbreak of seeing Koen’s eyes.
I want to remember the light inside them that I would see.
The joy.The beauty.
Not his eyes filled with darkness and pain.
I want his beautiful, emerald eyes. But I know I will only see them filled with heartbreak. I don’t want to die seeing them like that.
I believe that will destroy me more than these arrows ever will.
Koen's cries pierce through the howling wind that catches the embers from the fire. The breaking of his voice chills my very soul. The footsteps of the others follow close behind. I know they are all coming.
And I love them for that.
But all I feel ispain.
The arrows. The darkness, soaking through every part of me. I am fading fast.
The Gods are calling me home.
And through his yelling, his calling my name, I feel his heart breaking. The last bit of light inside his heart, that keeps himKoen,is ripping apart. I feel his anger. I wonder if it's from the light inside me that once was his that keeps us tethered together. Where I feel what he feels.
Us…connected, always and forever.
Even through death, that will never keep us apart. The Gods have no power over that. They will never be able to control our love.
I wonder if this is how he knew I was dying, his light inside my heart that is now slowly pulsing, on the brink of death.
A bright light trickles through the darkness that is seeping through my eyes. A torturing, white-gold beaming hue as if a glowing star is falling from the sky. Only to find Koen falling to his knees in front of me. His curls blow across his face from the violent wind that is now catching the fire. Embers fall around us.
No.
He can’t do this.
Tears stream from his eyes, I’m only grateful to see the red hues completely vanish from his emerald tones.
Maybe my death will keep him safe.
