F/O Merry May Day 16: Removing
Warning for blood real quick here!
It hurt.
Pix struggled to keep her robe hood on, trying to blink the tears out of her eyes. The lance was pushing into her skin, and red seeped down her purple and blue outfit, dripping onto the ground. She could feel her body screaming, but there was one advantage to being hurt like this, even as her eyes were tearing up, she could do something to help.
She reached her hand forward, and grabbed the hand of the soldier- the poor grimleal soldier, body commanded by a force greater than they were. Her heart was pounding, which only made it start spilling faster. The Grimleal was terrified.
“For...” The soldier said, “For our grima to bring us salvation...”
Pix gripped harder to the hand that wasn’t shoving a spear through her abdomen. She could barely remember the spell, and crap, her eyes were closing, and the blood still dripped onto her shoes, drip drip, and the pain was starting to be blinding.
“Mum!” Someone called, and Pix felt a wave of regret.
Cynthia... Bubble...
“May your god,” Pix said, her magic starting to glow once again, “be cursed. His body, shattered, and his mind thrown to the wind. May his gifts of prosperity curdle with time, and may other bonds take his place.”
“Mom, what-”
Pix could feel herself slipping away.
“I shall remove myself from this world,” She hissed, “And this curse will be placed!” And a shine emitted from her body, and the soldier pulled out the weapon, bringing another sharp instance of pain to her pain-wracked body.
That must’ve... hit something... important...
“Mom!” Cynthia skidded down in front of her, Caeda flapping down beside her. “Mom, what did you do?!” Her black hair was bobbing around her, tusseled by the wind of the battlefield. Bubble landed on the ground, followed by Celica, and Bubble was cursing.
“I am... trying to make sure... he can be affected by what you do.” Pix coughed, and a few splatters of blood landed on her robe. Cynthia paled, and she instantly climbed on her pegasus and flew off. Pix was definitely in pain.
“Mum...” Bubble sighed, her curses dying down. “... you used that one spell you told me to never use.”
“Because,” Pix coughed, and the pain spread from her gaping wound again. “Because it may help you succeed, and permanently destroy... him...”
Bubble rested a hand on Pix’s chest, closed her eyes, and got up suddenly. “I need to make sure your wound is stopping with the blood. Mum, hang in there!” She turned around and darted for her horse, searching the pack on the side.
Pix was not able to see what was going to happen after that, as her eye sight was blurring. She smiled, and whispered, “Naga... please, let this help my past self... have my children... know who she is. That is all I beg of you...”