"No." She gasped in a shaky breath, tears pooling in her eyes, causing them to appear white and cold like ice.
"No. No. No. No. No." She whispered again and again, grabbing her sister and holding her tight.
DG looked around, slowly and unseeingly, begging the memories and the scenery to aid her. The tears slipped down her face as she closed her eyes, a small cry escaping her lips as she squeezed her sister, willing her back to life.
It shouldn't have happened this way. It shouldn't have. Her sister should be alive and well, holding her hand and never letting go. But the darkness was too rooted into her heart, too rooted into her soul for it to perish and let her sister live.
"I'm so sorry." DG whimpered as she stroked the dark crown of Azkadellia. She squeezed her eyes shut, and suddenly, a memory came to her.
Her mother, in the same position as she, crying over her dead daughter.
DG's eyes flew open and she carefully pulled back to gaze at her sister's calm, peaceful, dead face. With a shaky breath, DG closed her eyes and thought. Willing the light to guide her, to help her.
With a sharp intake of air, she felt the light pour out of her. She shuddered violently before her body rested on shaking. It was so hard. So painful in such a way that she had never felt. It felt like someone was ripping her soul from her body with hands made of fire. Hands made of pins and needles and a cold fire. But she had to concentrate, she had to save her sister.
Even if she had to give Az everything.
She will save her. Shaking becoming more violent, DG held her sister's face close to her heart as she continued to pour her light and life to her, slowly feeling herself dying, but her sister living. Her eyes open to see the soft glow encompassing Az.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw hair turn lighter and lighter. At first, a dark gray, but then a medium gray, and then a cloudy gray just like her mother's had turned.
But she wasn't waking.
Chest heaving, DG forced more into her sister, exhaustion quickly taking over her as her hair went from the cloudy gray to a silver gray.
Breathing was becoming harder, her heart beginning to hum, her hair turning to a pure snow white.
DG gasped, her eyes rising to see the eclipse breaking into sunlight. But the sight was not what caught her attention. She couldn't even see the warm colors of the sun basking across all of the O.Z. In front of her was nothing but white and happiness and calm as her heart hummed it's last tune, her lungs flittering their last.
DG fell back in an awkward position, her legs pinned underneath her, eyes unseeing. Azkadellia had fallen from her embrace to lay peacefully on the cold marble of the tower. She still had not woken.
A gasp resonated in the air as their mother nearly flung herself out on the tower. Her lavender eyes misting to a gray as she saw her two children lay unmoving. She collapsed next to them, a hand on each. She was followed by her husband, who stood standing, stunned, and by her youngest's three traveling companions.
"Oh no." Glitch whispered as he took in the sight of the sobbing Queen, the stunned King, and the dead princesses. Raw whimpered, tears running down his face in rivers, his face bent as if he couldn't bare to look and yet, could not look away. Cain stood behind them all, his eyes unusually sparkling as he gazed at DG. His jaw clenched.
The three companions flinched as the Queen unleashed an heart wrenching, blood curling cry to the heavens. "My children." she sobbed as she laid her forehead atop their still embraced hands.
They had died as sisters.
