Moonspear White And Red Roses

Hydras miss was clear, her strike not true despite her earnest rage; she sobbed as she again surged forward as though to make a bid for her again, to pull her back... but instead she only watched—

It was terrible. She felt no better for watching what she had set into motion, because it was not Korei Julia she saw rebounding and twisting and slamming against bare rock that would soon be covered by the heavy snow that fell even then—it was her father. Some mistakes truly were fatal, weren't they? Though she would always love her father and had even forgiven him (electing instead to hate the witch who ruined him), when one abandoned the Ostrega's they forfeit their lives. An unwitting thing, that. 

The tears that came were silent ones. There was a point where Korei could no longer be seen; Hydra moved then, and Lyra followed. There was no scent to follow; its end was abrupt, final, and it went nowhere. Korei Julia, Hydra eventually determined, had found the core of Moonspear; her blood, with Galaxy's, with their parents, would water this place. Mother and father would be happy that now, Korei Julia could be with them always; she no longer had a choice. 

Their pale-furred sister had been swallowed whole by a crevice that, once there, could never be escaped; she would never be found, or seen again. She would decay to nothing and feed the things she rest upon, but nothing and no one else.   

Where Hydra had hoped to feel peace, she only felt a resounding emptiness; the same as it ever was, when it came to the yellow-eyed wretch meant to be sister. But at least her unhappiness with her could end, and her fear, too; nothing could hurt Korei Julia anymore.

Hydra: her savior, and her slayer.