She couldn't do it any more. She couldn't take the daily toll on life. It's wasn't even as if she didn't know these people. She knew their lives, and what they did each day. She couldn't take it, not any more.
She couldn't believe the Black God had decided to take all of them, in one foul swoop. Neal, Merric, Dom, Faleron, Seaver, Owen, Prosper, all of them.
They hadn't even been at war! For gods' sake, Maggur was dead! They were at the palace, waiting to be sent out again! But they all got sick. Mysteriously and quickly, they all died. Neal was one of the first, because he used all of his Gift to save his friends, leaving him with nothing to defend himself.
It was dark now, here in the wing they used. She was the only one left, besides Zahir. And he wasn't good company. There was no one left who she had been friends with. She no longer had any reason to live. Not her family, not her knighthood, not anything.
She felt empty, worthless. It was almost as if she had died with them, and been buried along with her friends. Of course, no one could see any of that behind her Yamani Mask.
So this was the day when she could finally end all that thrice cursed emptiness.
Kel stood at the edge of the platform on Balor's Needle. No second thoughts ever crossed her mind as she gave herself a gentle push off the railing. She smiled as she fell, knowing that she would once again be able to see her friends.
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