Queensglaive
Nyx watches the dawn begin to blush across the sky. The night is over, and with it go the daemons. He breathes unevenly. The burning ache in his skin is spreading. A numbness trickles through the pain. Flecks of ash start to drift upwards. Nyx watches, a slight smile pulling at his lips. Hey, sis, he thinks, see you soon.
He wants to look at the blooming daylight for just a little longer. The way it bends and arcs and bubbles up over the edges of broken city around him, massive hulks of toppled statues rising like mountains. If only he could have seen the sun rise over Galahd once more.
Some power, huh, he thinks to himself. A faint laugh splinters along his breath. He wants to spit out the phlegm gumming up his throat, but there’s little use. His body will dissipate soon enough, vanishing like smoke into the sun. He squints against the glare, his eyes starting to burn the way the rest of his body is. Humming like a live flame.
Scattering debris. Rustling clothes. Unsteady, quick steps.
Nyx stirs, a groan rattling in his throat. His eyelashes brush his skin as his eyelids struggle to open. He tries to speak, but only a faint gurgle comes out. He coughs, and squints as the sunlight slices back in.
Gold. Just a haze at first. And then twin points of blue.
A twinge in his chest, unrelated to the kingly power devouring him.
“Thought I…told you…to get ou-…out of here…Princess,” Nyx struggles. “The…ch-chosen…ki-” a cough interrupts his words. He feels like he’s going to fall apart. “The ring…”
He meets her eyes, smiles faintly.
She’s covered in dirt, but the determination in those eyes. Nyx thinks he understands now how it is that the oracle is said to have given hope to so many. Even he feels the faintest stirring of it.
“Don’t you have people to save, princess?”
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