Ivy has died
It had to be a lie. It had to be. There was no way, no possible way. Ivy was too good a person, too sweet, but too strong, too.
And then Sami turned around and saw the tiny orange cat, shaking and curled up in a now-ragged green cloak, and collapsed to the ground. Blood stained the fabric, and when Lanayru finally opened his eyes, fear was plain to see.
Sobs wracked through her body and Sami clasped a hand over her mouth, trying to hold in her tears. No, no, not Ivy. Not the girl that she’d wanted nothing more than to protect. Not the girl she’d loved like her own sister, like her own daughter, like how she wished she’d have been loved for those seven years she spent on her own. The girl she would be willing to fight the entire universe for.
The tears began to fall. The pegasus knight felt almost like she was going to be sick, her mind forcing her to imagine Ivy’s last moments. What had happened? The cleric before her wasn’t explaining a thing. Had she been found after she’d been dead for some time?
She felt her throat clench, her stomach turn, her entire mind fade into black.
She felt soft fur in her arms, a warm bundle of orange nuzzling close to her, tiny, mournful mewls leaving the kitten’s mouth. When had she lied down? Her entire body was shaking, it wouldn’t have surprised her if she’d wobbled too far one way and the grief been too strong for her to notice she’d fallen.
This was all her fault. She should have gone with Ivy when she’d left to go home, she should have made Ivy stay, she should have done something more, but she didn’t.
And now Ivy was gone. She could almost hear the girl’s voice, eyes pained and tearful.
“I can’t forgive you.”
