It all happens so fast.
He wakes, whispered word, Aleya—
Don't ask what it means.
Nyesh comes. Sheeva
Intre follows.
The joy Karma shows when she sees her father
reminds me of my own,
and I wonder again if he loves me.
No time to think.
Wolves appear,
Out of nowhere,
Deadria again has come to kill.
I'm thrown to the ground by a ginger-headed
woman
and I shut my eyes, wait for the
rain made of arrows to stop.
Talk, meaningless talk,
wasting time when we could be getting away.
Then,
so much blood.
Nyesh? He can't hear Karma.
He is dead and missing her sobs.
Throat torn open.
Karma becomes Mana.
And I am watching from the sidelines
as I fall.
Watching Karma as she loses herself.
Shh, don't tell Acelan
what she does in Ecl.
Dressed in black, she's dancing.
Wildly, crazily (like me).
Disjointed steps, she never sleeps,
but lets her energy seep out of her with the blood
from when the ice cuts her hands and feet.
Bloodied scars and she's screaming
among the other dancers.
I want her to survive.
This isn't fair.
She's never been this desperate before.
Grabbing her hands, I plead with her
"Karma, you are going mad.
I love you, don't do this."
She bleeds for her father,
but that's my role.
I'm singing softly, hoping
she can hear me:
Let me dance for you
in my haven.
Acelan loves you
and you need him
to stop the pain so
you can sleep.
A/N: The normal disclaimer, and this goes through chapter 41. Yes, Nyesh died. Karma is beyond crazy with grief because she feels responsible for her father's death. Sorry if this poem isn't too good. The next one will be better. Review!