Sun Mote Copse I'll be resting my eyes

Dated May 25.

A rainy night gave way to a cool, clear morning. The birds began singing before daybreak and, despite feeling feverish and weak, Wildfire managed to crawl to the mouth of the den to look for them flitting among the dewy trees. She watched as the sun rose, gilding the copse in a golden film, and she felt her heart swell in her chest. The Sovereign was, all at once, utterly happy and so bitterly sad.

She hadn't eaten or even drank in days. She hadn't slept either, knowing that the next time she closed her eyes would be the last time. Wildfire knew she couldn't hold on too much longer. Her body had wasted away rapidly, as had her strength.

It was so damn unfair. She had felt fine just three weeks ago. It had all happened so fast. Wildfire didn't know terms like "multicentric" or "lymphoma," yet she was now all too well acquainted with the way cancer could seemingly sneak up and ravage someone who seemed otherwise perfectly healthy and at the prime of her life.

Using some of the last of her strength, Wildfire turned her head and whispered to her family. "@Eljay? @Elfie? @Weejay?" Her chestnut eyes spoke where her voice then failed her. Please come here.