Ok, this is my very first english fanfiction. This is only part of a big
big story I'm writing at the moment and I wrote this part so that I don't
forget it. In the story it belonges to it's only a flashback and not as
long as here, but I thought it has enough potential for a single fanficion.
And then, when I was bored some days ago, I wrote it in english; just for fun ^^; (I'm German, so.) If someone wants to read the german version, too, just say it and I'll upload this. ^,^
And now have fun ^^ (and please forgive me my odd english. XD)
The Rain fell.
It was a dark afternoon. The environment seemed to be completely dark and grey. Also the Tower of Fang was. It was only sometimes lighten up by the flashes of the raging thunderstorm.
A shadow walked through the dark corridors of the Tower. The shadow wasn't small, but also wasn't big. But the person that the shadow belonged to was covered in complete darkness. Only if a flash lightened the corridor up, for a second his dark brown hair and his dark robes could be seen.
The shadow stopped at a wooden door, knocked and opened the door.
In the room the person, that the shadow belonged to, looked, a blue magical fire burned on the floor and a young woman stood next to a table. On this table stood some glasses, the stalk of a flower laid under one of them and a book laid there, too. The page, that was opened had the headline "Changings of the surrounded air and air-condition".
The young woman that held one of the glasses looked to the door as it opened. Brown eyes lokked at her, first surprised, than happy.
"Ah", the little boy in the door said, "Here you are. I searched for you, sis." "So?", asked the woman with the chin-long brown hair. She smiled. "Why don't you come in? You can help me at this little experiment, if you're here already." The boy nodded, then got in. "Alright, Azalea", he said, "What shall I do?"
"First close the door, Killiranshelo."
The boy did what Azalea told him.
"And then." Azalea gave him a sheet of paper and a pen. "Write down everything you see, feel, hear. just the usual." Killiranshelo nodded again.
Azalea picked up the glass again. In this glass there was a strange blue powder. "What is that?", Killiranshelo asked. Azalea smiled playfully. "You'll see."
She took the second glass where the stalk was laying under. In this glass, there was a colorless liquid.
Azalea poured the liquid into the first glass, then closed it with small plate and shook it, so that the powder and the liquid were mixed well.
After a quick look into the big book on the table she walked over to the magical fire on the ground. She turned to her little brother. "Now look carefully, Killiranshelo." The boy nodded again. How could he refuse an order, no, a request of his big sister. He would never be able to do that so he watched with his big brown eyes every step Azalea did next.
Azalea got nearer to the fire and poured the mixture in it.
It hissed a little bit and one moment later grey-blue smoke filled the room.
Killiranshelo looked around surprised and made notes of everything he could see. "Uhm. is that normal?", he asked as the smoke went over into a stronger grey mist.
"I'm not sure", Azalea answered, "But I think so. Let's watch out for what happens next."
Killiranshelo snuffeld. "Uhh. This stuff stinks awful." Azalea looked surprised. "Do you think so? Ok- it doesn't smell very well, but." "It's thousand times worse than a skunk", her little brother complained.
She turned her back to him to look into the book where the results of the experiment were written down. "Don't be such a baby", she said. "Did. did you take the right amounts?", Killiranshelo asked. Azalea's answer was short. "Of corse! I did everything exactly like it's standing here in this book." She pointed her finger on the line where the amounts were given and turned her face again to her little brother.
Her eyes widened as the saw Killiranshelo going down on the floor in a coughing fit like he couldn't breathe properly anymore.
"Killiranshelo.", she said, "What's on with you?" She went over to him and pulled him back on his feet. "I. don't. know.", Killiranshelo said weakly between his coughings, "It's like. someone tries to strangle me."
A coughing fit again.
Azalea suspected that it had to do with the mist, that continued coming out of the blue flames of the small magical fire.
"Hold on", she said to her little brother. She put a hand on Killiranshelo's back. White light flimmered out of it and covered Killiranshelo's whole back. "It will be allright", Azalea said.
But she was wrong.
One moment later Killiranshelo caughed again.
'That can't be.', Azalea thought. 'Why doesn't it help.?'
She walked over to the table where the book lied while Killiranshelo got down again in a new caughing fit. She took the book and wanted to look up if there was anything written about secondary effects or if she really made a mistake.
And in that moment, Killiranshelo collapsed and made no more move.
Azalea turned around. Now it was completely silent. Only the crackling of the magical fire and the rain from outside was heard.
Azalea dropped the book as she saw her little brother lieing on the floor.
She rushed over to him, put him up and shook him. "Killiranshelo! Come on! Little brother; hey!!"
No reaction.
"Damn!" Azalea picked the book up again and turned the pages with the description and results of the experiment over.
And there it was written; in red letters:
"Attention! The magical flower that is used in this experiment could cause a allergic reaction on some people. This extremely rare reaction leads from stop of breathing also to death. Can't be healed by magic!"
Azalea's eyes widened. She couldn't believe that he of all people should have this kind of allergy.
Killiranshelo lied there, didn't move.
"Killiranshelo?", Azalea whispered.
No reaction.
She touched him.
"Little brother?"
No reaction.
"No.
Please not.
Killiranshelo.!!"
The rain hadn't stopped falling yet.
Killiranshelo lied in his bed, still unconscious.
The doctor of the Tower was there, even finished examining the boy. "I can't do anything", ha said, "his reaction was quite strong, I suppose. All we can do now is waiting until he awakes and hoping that he won't loose his strenge and dies."
Before he left the room, he turned over to Azalea. "You know, he could have died. Why didn't you read the warning?"
Azalea sighed. The didn't know how to answer. At the moment, all her thoughts belonged to her little brother, her precious, Killiranshelo.
'I'm so sorry. I pulled you into this. Again.'
The doctor interrupted her thoughts. "By the way; you were called by the elders. I think they're not very glad of what hat happened."
Azalea nodded quietly, threw a last look on Killiranshelo, then set off, to the elders' hall.
Two days later.
Azalea sat beneath the bed Killiranshelo was still lieing in unconsciously. In these two days he hadn't woke up yet. Everybody at the Tower had already heard about the accident and many different rumours were taken from one mouth to the other.
Azalea got scold hard by the elders and the day after that, Childman set off to talk to her.
"I ever told you, you can't pull Killiranshelo into your wired magical experiments", he said, "What do you think will happen if this story leaves the Tower; if they all hear that Killiranshelo Finrandi almost died because of the irresponsible actions of our best student. what do you think will happen then?" Azalea hadn't answered on that day, because she didn't knew what to say. Childman was right; she knew that.
"From now on, you let Killiranshelo aout of every of your experiments, understand?" Azalea nodded. "Yes, master."
And now she was sitting there, holding Killiranshelo's small hand; waiting for him to wake up.
Leticia stood behind her, looking over her shoulder.
"Master was angry with you, wasn't he?", she asked. Azalea said no word. Leticia smiled, even Azalea couldn't see that. "It will be allright.", she said, "You know Killiranshelo. Better than anyone else. You know he'll be fine. some day. .I hope."
Leticia walked around in the room. Azalea has only spoken a few words since Killiranshelo had fallen into this condition.
"I wonder what we tell Hartia when he comes back from his charge.", Leticia continued, "I mean. he won't buy that until he sees him with his own eyes." She looked over to Killiranshelo. 'Poor little brother.'
"Komikron was also very surprised", said Leticia and walked to Killiranshelo's bed, "Just like Portea and Korgon. Just like everyone at the Tower. No one suspectet that Killiranshelo could have this rare allergy."
Azalea opened her mouth. She wanted to say something, something that she already wanted to say two day ago, but couldn't.
And now she was in the condition to say it, but couldn't again.
Because the door slammed open and a quickly breathing boy came in. He must had been running fast to reach this room, because he seemed to catch no breath. "Killiranshelo. what happened?"
Azalea looked at the boy at the door. "Hartia."
The red-haired boy got into the room and walked directly over to Killiranshelo's bed. "That's scary", ha said, "That an allergy can knock him out so strong. Especially him."
"You know everything, don't you?", asked Azalea. Hartia nodded. "I was told right after I returned." Azalea put a hand on Hartia's head, but looked down. "I'm so sorry." Hartia was silent.
But then he gasped. "He. moved."
"What?!" Leticia couldn't belive. But then she saw how Killiranshelo's small hand gripped Azalea's. Azalea looked up. "Killi.ranshelo."
The boy slowly opened his eyes.
"Where am I?", he asked with weak voice. Azalea smiled relievedly. "Don't ask", she wispered, "It's allright now."
Killiranshelo looked around. "Hartia. Tish. what happened?"
"You got caught by a strong allergical reaction", said Hartia while helping Killiranshelo to sit up. "So.?"
He touched his head. "Uuh. all I can remember is that this mist was. was. stinking."
Killiranshelo lost his consciousness again and fell to the side, almost out of his bed. In the last second Hartia rushed over and cought him. He put him back into his bed. "At least he woke up for a moment."
"And now?", asked Tish.
No one said a word. The room was filled with silence.
Then Hartia shouted in worry. "Aaah! I completely forgot! I haven't reported my results to master Childman yet! He'll kill me!!" And so the young boy ran away and from the corridor a short "I'm coming back later!" was heard.
Now Leticia and Azalea were alone again and there was more silence than ever.
One day later everyone of Childman's class was standing around Killiranshelo's bed. Hartia had old everyone that Killiranshelo was shortly awake the day before.
"So now we have to wait again, I suppose", Komikron said. He turned his back to the bed. "If he ever wakes up again." "Don't be so spiteful!", admonished Leticia him, "He won't die, because he's Killiranshelo! He'll not die because of a stupid allergy!"
"It's okay, Tish", said Hartia and tried to calm her, "Anyway, we all have to go now. Otherwise master will be angry if we're too late." And so everyone except Azalea left.
She was free from lessons as long as Killiranshelo was in this condition.
Azalea sighed. "Poor little brother", she whispered.
The hours passed. Outside it was dark and the night had come.
Azalea was still sitting at Killiranshelo's side, waiting for him, hoping that he would make it. She was still holding his hand, released it only a few moments in the last days. Since the beginning of these nightmare-like story she never left this place, the place beside him.
She could hardly hold her eyes open, was almost falling asleep when she heard a thin voice.
"Hey. Azalea. Sis.?"
Azalea looked up. Killiranshelo got his consciousness back when she didn't noticed.
He smiled. "I think now I'll stay awake.", he said, "You know, I'm feeling much better now."
Azalea smiled, too. "That's fine", she said.
Killiranshelo turned his head away from Azalea so that he looked up to the ceiling.
"Do you remember what you told me once?", he asked his older sister. "I told you much, you know" was Azalea's answer.
"You once said that I'm one of the best sorcerors in the world. You said that I've got the potential to excel master Childman one day. But."
He closed his eyes.
"What's if someone of us won't live to see then.
That's not good. It would be better if someone else would excel master and I'd be the one who won't live then anymore. It would be very much better."
Azalea didn't understand. "Why?", she asked sad and confused, "Why do you say this?"
Killiranshelo opened his eyes again and stared out of the window into the endless darkness of night.
"'Cause it's the truth.", he said, "I'm always causing trouble to everyone. Some people died by my hands."
Azalea couldn't belive what she was hearing. "Brother. that's not true. You've never troubled me or anyone else."
"But even now, I am or not?"
"But." Azalea felt some tears running down her face.
Killiranshelo turned his head away, closed his eyes one more time.
"Killi.ranshelo."
The next morning the door opened and Leticia came in.
"Killiranshelo; little brother!", she said gladly, "You're awake!"
The boy smiled. "Since last night. Azalea realized already. But I was sleeping some time."
Leticia looked. Azalea sat on her chair, but had her head on Killiranshelo's bed. She was sleeping. Killiranshelo had his left hand on her head, in her curly brown hair.
"She hadn't slept very much since you fell into this kind of coma last week. She was always sitting at your side, always holding your hand. She was always saying it's her fault and that she's so sorry."
Leticia stepped to the bed, or more to Azalea's chair. "Hey, sis.", she whispered, "Come on, wake up.! It's already morning."
Slowly Azalea moved her head, opened her eyes and looked straightly into Killiranshelo's. Killiranshelo smiled. "Good morning, sis." Azalea seemed confused. "Killi.ranshelo."
Leticia grapped her shoulders. "Come on, sis. Now that Killiranshelo is awake again, I'm very optimistic that he will stay so. He's quite strong, you know." "And I'm feeling much better since last night", Killiranshelo added.
Azalea stood up from her chair slowly. The whole time her eyes never left her little brother. "Come on", Leticia said again, "You have to report this to master and the elders, you know." Azalea looked at Killiranshelo again before she left the room.
"I'm. so sorry."
Then the two young women left and Killiranshelo was alone. He dropped his left hand down on the bed.
"Hm?"
He looked.
There was a small stain on the sheet.
He looked again, then smiled sadly.
"I haven't deserved that.
Azalea."
And then, when I was bored some days ago, I wrote it in english; just for fun ^^; (I'm German, so.) If someone wants to read the german version, too, just say it and I'll upload this. ^,^
And now have fun ^^ (and please forgive me my odd english. XD)
The Rain fell.
It was a dark afternoon. The environment seemed to be completely dark and grey. Also the Tower of Fang was. It was only sometimes lighten up by the flashes of the raging thunderstorm.
A shadow walked through the dark corridors of the Tower. The shadow wasn't small, but also wasn't big. But the person that the shadow belonged to was covered in complete darkness. Only if a flash lightened the corridor up, for a second his dark brown hair and his dark robes could be seen.
The shadow stopped at a wooden door, knocked and opened the door.
In the room the person, that the shadow belonged to, looked, a blue magical fire burned on the floor and a young woman stood next to a table. On this table stood some glasses, the stalk of a flower laid under one of them and a book laid there, too. The page, that was opened had the headline "Changings of the surrounded air and air-condition".
The young woman that held one of the glasses looked to the door as it opened. Brown eyes lokked at her, first surprised, than happy.
"Ah", the little boy in the door said, "Here you are. I searched for you, sis." "So?", asked the woman with the chin-long brown hair. She smiled. "Why don't you come in? You can help me at this little experiment, if you're here already." The boy nodded, then got in. "Alright, Azalea", he said, "What shall I do?"
"First close the door, Killiranshelo."
The boy did what Azalea told him.
"And then." Azalea gave him a sheet of paper and a pen. "Write down everything you see, feel, hear. just the usual." Killiranshelo nodded again.
Azalea picked up the glass again. In this glass there was a strange blue powder. "What is that?", Killiranshelo asked. Azalea smiled playfully. "You'll see."
She took the second glass where the stalk was laying under. In this glass, there was a colorless liquid.
Azalea poured the liquid into the first glass, then closed it with small plate and shook it, so that the powder and the liquid were mixed well.
After a quick look into the big book on the table she walked over to the magical fire on the ground. She turned to her little brother. "Now look carefully, Killiranshelo." The boy nodded again. How could he refuse an order, no, a request of his big sister. He would never be able to do that so he watched with his big brown eyes every step Azalea did next.
Azalea got nearer to the fire and poured the mixture in it.
It hissed a little bit and one moment later grey-blue smoke filled the room.
Killiranshelo looked around surprised and made notes of everything he could see. "Uhm. is that normal?", he asked as the smoke went over into a stronger grey mist.
"I'm not sure", Azalea answered, "But I think so. Let's watch out for what happens next."
Killiranshelo snuffeld. "Uhh. This stuff stinks awful." Azalea looked surprised. "Do you think so? Ok- it doesn't smell very well, but." "It's thousand times worse than a skunk", her little brother complained.
She turned her back to him to look into the book where the results of the experiment were written down. "Don't be such a baby", she said. "Did. did you take the right amounts?", Killiranshelo asked. Azalea's answer was short. "Of corse! I did everything exactly like it's standing here in this book." She pointed her finger on the line where the amounts were given and turned her face again to her little brother.
Her eyes widened as the saw Killiranshelo going down on the floor in a coughing fit like he couldn't breathe properly anymore.
"Killiranshelo.", she said, "What's on with you?" She went over to him and pulled him back on his feet. "I. don't. know.", Killiranshelo said weakly between his coughings, "It's like. someone tries to strangle me."
A coughing fit again.
Azalea suspected that it had to do with the mist, that continued coming out of the blue flames of the small magical fire.
"Hold on", she said to her little brother. She put a hand on Killiranshelo's back. White light flimmered out of it and covered Killiranshelo's whole back. "It will be allright", Azalea said.
But she was wrong.
One moment later Killiranshelo caughed again.
'That can't be.', Azalea thought. 'Why doesn't it help.?'
She walked over to the table where the book lied while Killiranshelo got down again in a new caughing fit. She took the book and wanted to look up if there was anything written about secondary effects or if she really made a mistake.
And in that moment, Killiranshelo collapsed and made no more move.
Azalea turned around. Now it was completely silent. Only the crackling of the magical fire and the rain from outside was heard.
Azalea dropped the book as she saw her little brother lieing on the floor.
She rushed over to him, put him up and shook him. "Killiranshelo! Come on! Little brother; hey!!"
No reaction.
"Damn!" Azalea picked the book up again and turned the pages with the description and results of the experiment over.
And there it was written; in red letters:
"Attention! The magical flower that is used in this experiment could cause a allergic reaction on some people. This extremely rare reaction leads from stop of breathing also to death. Can't be healed by magic!"
Azalea's eyes widened. She couldn't believe that he of all people should have this kind of allergy.
Killiranshelo lied there, didn't move.
"Killiranshelo?", Azalea whispered.
No reaction.
She touched him.
"Little brother?"
No reaction.
"No.
Please not.
Killiranshelo.!!"
The rain hadn't stopped falling yet.
Killiranshelo lied in his bed, still unconscious.
The doctor of the Tower was there, even finished examining the boy. "I can't do anything", ha said, "his reaction was quite strong, I suppose. All we can do now is waiting until he awakes and hoping that he won't loose his strenge and dies."
Before he left the room, he turned over to Azalea. "You know, he could have died. Why didn't you read the warning?"
Azalea sighed. The didn't know how to answer. At the moment, all her thoughts belonged to her little brother, her precious, Killiranshelo.
'I'm so sorry. I pulled you into this. Again.'
The doctor interrupted her thoughts. "By the way; you were called by the elders. I think they're not very glad of what hat happened."
Azalea nodded quietly, threw a last look on Killiranshelo, then set off, to the elders' hall.
Two days later.
Azalea sat beneath the bed Killiranshelo was still lieing in unconsciously. In these two days he hadn't woke up yet. Everybody at the Tower had already heard about the accident and many different rumours were taken from one mouth to the other.
Azalea got scold hard by the elders and the day after that, Childman set off to talk to her.
"I ever told you, you can't pull Killiranshelo into your wired magical experiments", he said, "What do you think will happen if this story leaves the Tower; if they all hear that Killiranshelo Finrandi almost died because of the irresponsible actions of our best student. what do you think will happen then?" Azalea hadn't answered on that day, because she didn't knew what to say. Childman was right; she knew that.
"From now on, you let Killiranshelo aout of every of your experiments, understand?" Azalea nodded. "Yes, master."
And now she was sitting there, holding Killiranshelo's small hand; waiting for him to wake up.
Leticia stood behind her, looking over her shoulder.
"Master was angry with you, wasn't he?", she asked. Azalea said no word. Leticia smiled, even Azalea couldn't see that. "It will be allright.", she said, "You know Killiranshelo. Better than anyone else. You know he'll be fine. some day. .I hope."
Leticia walked around in the room. Azalea has only spoken a few words since Killiranshelo had fallen into this condition.
"I wonder what we tell Hartia when he comes back from his charge.", Leticia continued, "I mean. he won't buy that until he sees him with his own eyes." She looked over to Killiranshelo. 'Poor little brother.'
"Komikron was also very surprised", said Leticia and walked to Killiranshelo's bed, "Just like Portea and Korgon. Just like everyone at the Tower. No one suspectet that Killiranshelo could have this rare allergy."
Azalea opened her mouth. She wanted to say something, something that she already wanted to say two day ago, but couldn't.
And now she was in the condition to say it, but couldn't again.
Because the door slammed open and a quickly breathing boy came in. He must had been running fast to reach this room, because he seemed to catch no breath. "Killiranshelo. what happened?"
Azalea looked at the boy at the door. "Hartia."
The red-haired boy got into the room and walked directly over to Killiranshelo's bed. "That's scary", ha said, "That an allergy can knock him out so strong. Especially him."
"You know everything, don't you?", asked Azalea. Hartia nodded. "I was told right after I returned." Azalea put a hand on Hartia's head, but looked down. "I'm so sorry." Hartia was silent.
But then he gasped. "He. moved."
"What?!" Leticia couldn't belive. But then she saw how Killiranshelo's small hand gripped Azalea's. Azalea looked up. "Killi.ranshelo."
The boy slowly opened his eyes.
"Where am I?", he asked with weak voice. Azalea smiled relievedly. "Don't ask", she wispered, "It's allright now."
Killiranshelo looked around. "Hartia. Tish. what happened?"
"You got caught by a strong allergical reaction", said Hartia while helping Killiranshelo to sit up. "So.?"
He touched his head. "Uuh. all I can remember is that this mist was. was. stinking."
Killiranshelo lost his consciousness again and fell to the side, almost out of his bed. In the last second Hartia rushed over and cought him. He put him back into his bed. "At least he woke up for a moment."
"And now?", asked Tish.
No one said a word. The room was filled with silence.
Then Hartia shouted in worry. "Aaah! I completely forgot! I haven't reported my results to master Childman yet! He'll kill me!!" And so the young boy ran away and from the corridor a short "I'm coming back later!" was heard.
Now Leticia and Azalea were alone again and there was more silence than ever.
One day later everyone of Childman's class was standing around Killiranshelo's bed. Hartia had old everyone that Killiranshelo was shortly awake the day before.
"So now we have to wait again, I suppose", Komikron said. He turned his back to the bed. "If he ever wakes up again." "Don't be so spiteful!", admonished Leticia him, "He won't die, because he's Killiranshelo! He'll not die because of a stupid allergy!"
"It's okay, Tish", said Hartia and tried to calm her, "Anyway, we all have to go now. Otherwise master will be angry if we're too late." And so everyone except Azalea left.
She was free from lessons as long as Killiranshelo was in this condition.
Azalea sighed. "Poor little brother", she whispered.
The hours passed. Outside it was dark and the night had come.
Azalea was still sitting at Killiranshelo's side, waiting for him, hoping that he would make it. She was still holding his hand, released it only a few moments in the last days. Since the beginning of these nightmare-like story she never left this place, the place beside him.
She could hardly hold her eyes open, was almost falling asleep when she heard a thin voice.
"Hey. Azalea. Sis.?"
Azalea looked up. Killiranshelo got his consciousness back when she didn't noticed.
He smiled. "I think now I'll stay awake.", he said, "You know, I'm feeling much better now."
Azalea smiled, too. "That's fine", she said.
Killiranshelo turned his head away from Azalea so that he looked up to the ceiling.
"Do you remember what you told me once?", he asked his older sister. "I told you much, you know" was Azalea's answer.
"You once said that I'm one of the best sorcerors in the world. You said that I've got the potential to excel master Childman one day. But."
He closed his eyes.
"What's if someone of us won't live to see then.
That's not good. It would be better if someone else would excel master and I'd be the one who won't live then anymore. It would be very much better."
Azalea didn't understand. "Why?", she asked sad and confused, "Why do you say this?"
Killiranshelo opened his eyes again and stared out of the window into the endless darkness of night.
"'Cause it's the truth.", he said, "I'm always causing trouble to everyone. Some people died by my hands."
Azalea couldn't belive what she was hearing. "Brother. that's not true. You've never troubled me or anyone else."
"But even now, I am or not?"
"But." Azalea felt some tears running down her face.
Killiranshelo turned his head away, closed his eyes one more time.
"Killi.ranshelo."
The next morning the door opened and Leticia came in.
"Killiranshelo; little brother!", she said gladly, "You're awake!"
The boy smiled. "Since last night. Azalea realized already. But I was sleeping some time."
Leticia looked. Azalea sat on her chair, but had her head on Killiranshelo's bed. She was sleeping. Killiranshelo had his left hand on her head, in her curly brown hair.
"She hadn't slept very much since you fell into this kind of coma last week. She was always sitting at your side, always holding your hand. She was always saying it's her fault and that she's so sorry."
Leticia stepped to the bed, or more to Azalea's chair. "Hey, sis.", she whispered, "Come on, wake up.! It's already morning."
Slowly Azalea moved her head, opened her eyes and looked straightly into Killiranshelo's. Killiranshelo smiled. "Good morning, sis." Azalea seemed confused. "Killi.ranshelo."
Leticia grapped her shoulders. "Come on, sis. Now that Killiranshelo is awake again, I'm very optimistic that he will stay so. He's quite strong, you know." "And I'm feeling much better since last night", Killiranshelo added.
Azalea stood up from her chair slowly. The whole time her eyes never left her little brother. "Come on", Leticia said again, "You have to report this to master and the elders, you know." Azalea looked at Killiranshelo again before she left the room.
"I'm. so sorry."
Then the two young women left and Killiranshelo was alone. He dropped his left hand down on the bed.
"Hm?"
He looked.
There was a small stain on the sheet.
He looked again, then smiled sadly.
"I haven't deserved that.
Azalea."