Desreal: grief does nothing to ease the soul ; stelios

He was dead.

She felt it as if she were there. Perhaps it was her being an Oracle, or perhaps it was her mind reaching out to constantly feel his since she left, or maybe it was because they had shared the Beginning. Because she was he and he was she. He wanted to die, but she didn’t care. He was dead and that was all she knew.

She went to the Glade, angry and bitter and trembling with Fire and Water. She sought out the child who killed Kale. She screamed for him, her lion bellowed at her side, and her Fire demanded his presence.

“Stelios!”

And then she waited.

Time passes her without her noticing as she stands there, a statue of darkness and anger and Fire.

“What have you done? What have you done?”

Water covers her body, fire tears streaming down her face and burning the ground below her. She is tar, black and dangerous, as she waits for his answer.

“I was going to save him.”

And she was. She wanted to. She would’ve taken the darkness from him.

But now, she is broken.

“I was going to save him.”