REXANNA
they said you were the crooked kind
Her attention is fixated on the Voice, as her heart thunders beneath her chest. Her smile is soft, but there’s something different in her eyes that she can’t place, but the steel within her bones keeps her standing there – this is the only way, and she’s far too focused on that to keep her attention on Bastien as the Voice gives him directions too. Soon, so soon, those ethereal hands cup her face, and she looks up as the Voice’s fingers splay along her temples. Sharp, sharp fiery pain, is there and then gone as she whimpers in response. But within her, she can feel her magic thrashing and fighting.Wrong, wrong, wrong. She wants it out of her, the fire and flame, the beauty and everything, if only so Zariah can’t put her hands on it too. But it remains, and her eyes well a small amount with tears at the battle beneath her skin and her sapphire gaze stares into her goddess’ eyes. Then, she’s gone. Bastien’s gone. The Shrine is gone. And she looks down amid the surging beneath her skin as her boots squelch in the mud, to find she’s standing on mud and bodies and broken buildings.
Rexanna stumbles back slightly, her eyes lifting toward the white castle of home and her heart pangs in sorrow and regret. It’s completely destroyed, and she steps forward if only to make sure it’s real. She can see the baker’s half decayed body laying among the ruin’s of her favorite shop in town, she can see so many of the children that had inhabited her empire, and grief soars through her. Somewhere far away (or close?), she can hear the Voice’s words. Her eyes still brim with tears as she nods and stares at the remains of the place she had always thought to be home. “Yes.” She breathes. “I was their queen, before…” She admits, sadly, taking another step forward toward the ruined castle walls – having never seen the final destruction Calstron had done.
If she had died, would he have left Halyven alone? Or would it have even made a difference?
but you were always gold to me
