\\ Amber Flame /
(Promises)
Mina.
Mina.
What's wrong, Mina? Don't you love me?
You made promises. As many as the stars. I watched them fall, far away, and shatter on the ground in too many pieces to know. They were beautiful shards, but what good were they broken?
But the sun and moon remain. Day by day, night by night. They're still here. Always will be. What about you, Mina? Will you still be here?
Once, you said, your hair was like flame, luxurious as the soft silk of the silently spinning spider. You tore the roots out; you made your sacrifice. Is it because your amber eyes were enough of a trap?
Mina. I would do the same for you. Anything, Mina. I'll do anything. I am trapped in the amber, too. Even if I wanted to, I cannot escape.
King Silvanoshei Caladon, Speaker of the Stars. That's me, Mina. But who are you?
Mina. Just Mina.
To everyone else, maybe. But to me, you are everything, my everything. My sun, my stars, my moon. I could look upon you and those eyes, I could plunge a dagger into my breast, and I would not feel any pain but that I would no longer see your beautiful face.
I was once your death. I cried because you were my soul and my sight and my heart. Who was I when you died? Not King Silvanoshei, no, I was Silvan the blind and soulless. I deserved my punishment.
Mina, I loved her, and I killed her.
Yet it was not so. I faded into dark torment and pleaded with my tears for that horrible, fearful pain, wild and unreasonable, to let me drown, so I would no longer know that I killed you. Mina, Mina...
I saw you die. Watched the poison wrack your body, watched your amber eyes roll and loose their light. I saw the vibrant, beautiful life leave through your lips.
But I saw you breathe again. I remember the flames, the sun...the joy... and I was real again.
You were near me. I wanted to kiss you again, steal the air you breathed, and drink the sweetness of your lips, the honey of love. Wanted to be close to you, hold you each night. But as swiftly as you came to life, you left for the opposite part of the world, and I was alone.
There it was, high on the night's feathery, dark wings: your promise, flying, a single star in the sky, shining. We would be together, the One God said. You promised. The One God promised.
But, Mina... How could I wait? How?
So I left. I have been following you for so long, and now I have found you. This is my moment. I love you, Mina, but I do not love your God. I love the hair you never had and I love my prison, my palace, of golden resin. I love your pride and faithfulness, every good or bad thing about you. Mina. You are my Mina, and I know who you are. You should be Mina Caladon. That is why you have no surname. It is mine. We shall share it.
But, I have been selfish. You are but a child, young as a freshly-lit candle and fragile as the tiny, unprotected flame in the wind—when the breeze blows, you flicker and threaten to fade, but if someone gives you the smallest gateway to dry wood, you can set the world on fire. It is beautiful.
Yet you are nearing the end of your wick, and you fear the darkness. Crying would snuff your last, flaming hope. You cannot call out, because no one can hear over the crackle of the flames.
I'm listening. Mina, speak; who are you?
Speak. I will never extinguish your fire. I will help it burn. Destroy the wind, shelter you from the gusty goddess. So burn forever, love.
Embrace the darkness deep. Sleep, love; forever sleep.
Mina.
You said your hair was the colour of flame...
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