Moonspear There will be no more stories after this one.

dacio's condition worsens day by day and try as hard as she may to convince herself that he will turn around, will get better he doesn't. helpless, praimfaya knows what she watches. she is watching him die ...and this, this is so much worse than watching blodreina die or finding ingram's corpse. i didn't give you permission to die, praimfaya says in a weak attempt at a jest, voice trembling with the raw emotion that she cannot fight off. and i am the commander of death. as if that had been able to save anyone else she loved from dying.

it hadn't then ...and it doesn't now.

praimfaya presses her nose into dacio's neck; wishing feverishly that she could give him her life force. don't go, she wants to plead as she feels her heart breaking once more in her chest. she had hoped that the pain of death might lessen ...but it does not. with each new death she witnesses it only seems to hurt worse than the last.

she withdraws then, taking a deep breath. she knows what must be done now. she knows the words that must be uttered. yu gonplei ste odon, dacio kom roankru. she says, voice stronger than she feels at the moment; trying very hard to disassociate herself even as her heart feels like it, too, is withering and dying.