Author's Note: I hope I'm almost done with this thing. Oh and sorry if I have already used Renee's parents' names before. I searched for them, but the chapters are all screwed up so I just made up new ones. Enjoy.

Chapter Thirty Three

"Death of a Beautiful Bride"

"Renee? Renee, wake up. Please, wake up."

Anders had been repeating the same words for hours now, or so it seemed. Renee hadn't improved at all. Her condition had actually gotten worse. Her mother was sitting in a chair, sobbing quietly and mumbling prayers in between her soft cries. Her father was pacing up and down the room, looking at Renee with a worried sigh from time to time. Farse was outside, brewing a medicine for Renee. She said it would take at least an hour to fully prepare, but they could wait if it would help her condition. Farse had verified it was her heart that was causing this illness.

"Her heart failed, badly." Farse said. "Probably due to the stress with the wedding."

"What are you doing to help her, besides the medicine? What if it finishes too late and she dies? Do you have another plan?"

"You must have faith Anders, you simply must."

And with that Farse left to tend to the medicine.

"What are we going to do if the medicine fails? What then? Do we leave her to die?"

Roen just paced, he had stopped looking at Renee, it was too painful.

"Answer me Roen? What are we going to do?"

He stopped pacing and looked at her. His eyes were red and wet.

"I don't know Teras!"

Anders could hardly hear them. All he was concerned about was Renee. Renee, Renee, Renee. My beautiful bride, he thought, will we ever be together again?

They waited and waited. They held her hands, dabbed her face with a wet cloth, and spoke to her. They prayed, cried, and even tried to wake her up by playing games with her. They were desperate, and tried everything but she just stayed the same.

After an hour of trying everything they could, the Mastry was done with the medicine. She came in with a bottle full of the potion.

"Now, remember, I don't know if this will completely reverse the effect, but it may give her a few days, or if worse comes to worse, at least some times to set things into order."

Roen was holding Teras and they were both weeping for their daughter whispering prayers and holding their prayer charms. The Mastry slowly fed Renee the potion. Anders was squeezing her hand and praying so hard to Miyu that his head was starting to hurt.

"Now, if she stirs, it means she'll be alright, if she doesn't, well…" the Mastry's voice trailed off as she set the potion down.

Thirty-seconds-no movement whatsoever. A minute-nothing. Two minutes-nothing. These minutes seemed like hours to everyone in the room.

"If it gets to five minutes with no movement, we will have no choice but to assume the worst."

Anders felt a hot tear roll down his cheek. It had been four mintues already. He started whispering to Renee in her ear. He kissed her forehead. He squeezed her hand. Nothing. Four minutes-fifty seconds-not a fidgit. He could feel the tears flowing now. Five minutes-she's gone.

"I'm so sorry, there was nothing you could do." That was the only thing the Mastry said.

At first Anders was in disbelief. Then he was angry. He was angry at the Mastry, Renee's parents, Miyu, but mostly, himself.

Authors Note: Sorry for the late update! Review please!