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"Oh, no...."
They were the only words that crept from Terri's mouth as she saw the lifeless bodies of both Xerxia and Katrin, both good friends, both priceless on their own unique ways.
Both casualties of war.
When Sam screamed to the heavens, Terri didn't join him. Instead, she wept, her tears salty and tasting of blood, of regret.
Of sacrifice.
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Goodwill"Surrrre, sounds good," Nightfall answered.
Fatigue slurred his words as he felt the last of his reserves bleed out to fulfill the Contract. The Polychromatic's expression didn't change, but the wave of apathy that laced deep fatigue seeped in to replace the fading rush of adrenaline.
Somewhere, someone was screaming. It was closer and louder than the other screams of dead hobs... and those weren't really screams.
"Katya?"
He wasn't sure how he got from there to here, and only had eyes and thoughts for the body Harvey held.
"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry."
The words came out in a whisper, replacing words he couldn't say, wanted to say, should say, would never say.
The Fair features that kept so much hidden slowly flushed and his eyes shone before tears came for the Queen of Sorrow. He bent over and kissed the cold lips.
"You may have been Treasured, but you were also loved."
Or maybe had to say.
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Seeing the bodies of the dead. People he knew, people he cared about, Al-Adin is let with an aching emptiness. Katrin, the one who had tried to slow him twice, but who had been so good to Nightfall. Xerxia, who had been kind to him, and now was gone. So many were gone.
There is nothing, the prince, even with his magic bean, is drained of joy. How can he bring joy here? There is no happiness.
Just. "Go Home."
"Let's go home. We won. They lost. Lets go home. ANd sleep in our beds, and give lots of hugs, and chocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate for everyone." There is a glimmer of hope, and a nugget of potential happiness, a seed that needs love and attention and some food, but there is something good that can come out of this. Compared to how he was before this hell, Al-Adin sounds almost robotic, but those who know him can hear that last vestige of hope and happiness.
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A peirceince metal roar joins the cry of despair. A shriek of anger and pain.
An in-human laugh chortles up from under him as he crouches over a swath of goblin bodies.
Underthem is a gleam of coppery bronze. Blood.
The in-human voice continues. It's head now severed, Crushed into silence. Rust holds a Grecian spear as he stalks up behind the gathered fae.
Spartan would not allow his spear to leave his side. Rust knew his brother is close. He would find him.
Perhaps the others would "Help me look. My brother, the others. We will bring them all home." He then notices Katrin. "I can't avenge them all. I can't..." He sighs, eyes filling with tears as he counts those who remain.
Rust holds himself up with brother's spear. Spartan would be found. The spear would be returned.
Only this mattered now that the foe is defeated.
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Nightfall stops just short of Katrin's lips. As he leans in close to her pale face, he catches a faintly sweet, yet noxious odor wafting from her. It smells poisonous. He also notices that Harvey's bare arms appear red and irritated as he cradles his Queen closely to his chest.
Abigail is still and silent. A blank expression surrounding her wide open eyes, a hint of disbelief present in their shimmer. The initial gusts of arctic wind have slowly died down only to leave her mantle covered in a quiet snowfall. Each flake brightly sparkles as it enters the light naturally given off by the fairest. The fairest can't believe Queen Byeli is dead. She feels almost betrayed by her own eyes as the idea of such event is so foreign to her. She blinks once to double check her tired eyes but unfortunately the queen remains lifeless, her strong yet delicate body being gently cradled.
A variety of emotions arises but the fairest stoically endures them. While from the outside she remains still inside she's shaking. Her inner voices bursting in cries. Some out of confusion. Others out of pain. Through it all, she spares not a single tear. She had promised not to cry again.
'Goodbye.'
Abigail pushes her pain aside and hides it under a thick blanked of snow. Time to grief is an expensive luxury given only to those who can afford it. "What happened? Who did this?" The fairest asks Harvey with a detached tone of voice. The chance for Revenge, on the other hand, can be quite easy to find.
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GoodwillNightfall turned away from the sickly sweet smell, unable to help but remember being surprised once long ago.
"Rick."
He realized as soon as the word left that he hadn't granted the Dread Lord his honorific, but didn't have the energy to correct himself. Wasn't the Ashen Court the Court of esoteric answers?
"Harvey, look at your arms. Put her down."
Except for the wet streaks down his cheeks, the Fairest's face returned to inscrutability, hiding the growing anger.
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Rick doesn't scream in defiance like Sam, or give tears to his grief like Terri. He just endures it silently, jaw set firm as he let his yes fall closed. As if by doing so he could block out the horrific series of images, past and present, that flashed before his eyes.
He couldn't.
Something about the tone of Nightfall's voice, though, snaps him immediately back to the here and now. He gently unlaces hsi fingers from Terri's as he makes his way over to the Dawn Courtier and the fallen Onyx Queen. If the lack of title bothers him at all he gives no sign of it. "What is it?"
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