Mercy Riddle was screaming in the middle of the chaos. She watched as he dropped, that smile still on his face. She saw as his brothers shattered as they watched the same. He was not the only one in that moment who fell lifeless; so many children much too young to die joined him. But those children meant little to her personally. They were faces in the crowd. He was everything that she was fighting for, and he was gone.
Hope was crying and scrambling to find the ingredients that she needed. She could save him, she knew she could. But there was so much blood and she was panicking and oh god what if she couldn't? This was usually the part where he would reassure her that she was a genius and she could do it but he was laying there unconscious and dying and this was not the time for a panic attack but she couldn't stop it and she couldn't save him… couldn't do it… he was going to die…
Faith stood next to her father with a carefully passive smile on her face. So much was not going according to plan and her head was whirring trying to account for all the ways this had gone so wrong and how she could make it still work, if she could still make it work. Such a big if. Faith had not expected that her mother would join the fight, she had not planned for her father putting the pieces together in all the wrong ways. But this could still work, if he did as told. If she was right. If no one deviated from her plan. So many ifs…
Mercy Riddle screamed in grief and fear crawled trough everyone who could hear her. This war was ending, come hell or high water, even if she and her sisters had to do it themselves.
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