She murmured something softly. He could hardly hear the words... Why would she say something like that?
Hold on... you're gonna be okay.
She lay still, her body broken, bleeding. Her eyes were closed... He knew it was already too late.
Somebody... help us...
He hesitated, gently touched her face.
Glitter... a glimmer of something. Her last shining tears? His own? It was impossible to tell.
He looked to the moon, barely peeking over the fetid, festering horizon.
"Let her live," he prayed desperately. "Please, let her live..."
Slowly, those green eyes opened again on the world.
Joy... he had never been happier. She was alive! It didn't matter how.
But he began to wonder as he watched her stare vacantly at the sky...
The way she moved was… wrong. Her voice seemed hollow, and her eyes were missing their usual light. Her touch was different from before...
So many small changes... And it was somehow his doing.
He turned again to the moon, floating high overhead, and whispered another prayer.
"Please give her back her heart! Let her be the queen I remember."
She stared at him with those empty green eyes.
He could not bear to look at her, so he turned his gaze back to the moon as it slid behind the clouds.
"I take it back!" he cried, "Let her rest in peace!"
A cloud of sparkles, and she fell. Despite his misgivings, he ran to her, cradled her in his arms.
"Return to the sky..."