This chapter is short, but that doesn't matter. I'm trying to press the end of the story because I recently learned that I'm leaving town next week. So here's the next chapter. Enjoy.
~Elscy
~~:Chapter 30: Death and destruction:~~
Erikk watched in horror as she stood on the rail at the very top of Balor's Needle. He should have done something. She hadn't been he same ever since she had been knighted. At first, he'd thought it might have to do with her Ordeal, but she'd said nothing had happened. She had been mad enough about it right after her ordeal. He'd believed her. What if it had all been an act?
He tried to call out to her but his voice was tight with fear and pain. Why was she doing this? Didn't she know he loved her? Gods, why hadn't he just told her? He had been afraid she would reject him. Tell him she didn't love him. His mother had always said "Love is a leap." why hadn't he leaped?
Gods, it hurt to watch her contemplate this plea for self-release. Why would she do this? What was so horrible in her life she would even think of this?
She soared off the top of Tortall's tallest building. The air currents lifting her up and then she plummeted down her green dress flaring out behind her, long hair swirling above her. It felt wonderful; she was free. Free of the pain indecision, self-doubt, and lost love caused her. Free of responsibility. Free from life.
She saw Erikk, far below her at this point, but he was there, watching her with the worst face of pain and agony. He seemed to be trying to form words but she couldn't hear him.
Her body hit the ground with a sick thud. Her body cracked and broke beneath the force gravity had put on her. Blood pooled around her and she watched from closing lids Erikk's face of shock and disbelief.
He screamed.
A piercing wail of agony, disbelief, shock, pain, hurt, his brain was on overload. He looked at Lia's broken body. What was one to do if they had no one to love? He did not think of the pain his family would be in. He did not think of his friends. He only thought of himself. The pain he was in and he drew his sword, and in one last, selfish act, ran him self through.
His breath shortened as he dragged himself over to Lia's body. Rolling her body over he held her in his arms as he died, sobbing over his loss.
A palace maid screamed as she saw two dead bodies lying in front of Balor's Needle. Nobles ran out and gasped as two of the realms greatest knights died at the foot of the famed tower.
Here is the part where I thank all of my lovely reviewers who have stayed with me these past months.
Review.
~Elsceetaria
