So, Kalas had betrayed them. Xelha had known this would happen, deep in her heart, but it didn't make the bitter truth any less painful.
It grated at her that she hadn't been able to sway him from that path, and she felt somehow responsible, even though it wasn't her fault.
The prophecy nagged at her as well. She still couldn't believe Kalas was the white-winged darkness. It was as though the entire world was against her. Give up, he's gone, you can't save him, there's only one thing you can do now.
But her heart sang a completely different tune, one full of hope. Xelha, keep going, you'll save him, everything will turn out all right, you'll see. If there was one thing she had been taught, it was to always follow her heart.
So she did. Despite the crushing pressure she now felt, she persevered, with one thing on her mind- saving Kalas.
When the time came to face Melodia and Kalas, Xelha couldn't have described how she felt. It was a myriad mix of emotions, among them being nervousness, apprehension, and, of course, hope.
When she entered the room, Xelha's eyes were drawn to Kalas and his new wings. They had appeared to be taunting her, challenging her.
For a moment, her resolve had faltered. But in the next instant it had returned with a vengeance, because she couldn't have given up, not when the world was depending on her.
Not when Kalas was depending on her.