unfortunately trudi canavan owns these characters. most unfortunately she most of all owns akkarin (in the copyright sens, because of course we all know HE'S MINE ahhhh )
A smile curled the edge of his lips. His eyes were open, but fixed somewhere beyond her.
As she moved away, the hands about her wrists loosened and fell away.
Sonea felt her heart shatter into one million tiny screaming fragments and she collapsed
clutching her black robes to her aching chest. She became aware of the streams of tears
streaming off her icy cheeks spilling onto Akkarin's face. A face carved by the angels
above. She crawled to him her body limp with exhaustion and grief, she crumpled into
his still warm, lifeless arms and wept. She wept for the guild and the destruction that had
been done, she wept for the lost magicians and dwells but most of all she wept for
Akkarin. Sonea clung to his bleeding robes and screamed his name, curling herself into a
tight ball she rocked, still in his arms, failing miserably to ignore her breaking heart.
Rothen ran to her, his face contorted in a mixture of grief and pity. He did not dare glance
at the three Ichani behind him, he needed his composure right now, it would not do to
show weakness when this child needed strength.
"Sonea? Please stop screaming,"
He gently brought her to her knees and prised her trembling hands from his robes.
Dorrien landed softly next to Rothen, he leant down and gingerly stroked her hair. She
turned to face him with an expressionless face. Tears stained her white cheeks as she
collapsed into Rothen's arms. Rothen picked her up and carried her towards what was left
of the inner circle.