WESSEX
the wraith
All Wessex knows how to do is survive, so when she feels that first bit of energy (and she knows she shouldn’t be able to feel it - she knows it’s not good), the Wraith throws herself to the ground. It does nothing to protect her, of course. The blast hits them like an electric freight train, causing Wessex’s head to spin, her muscles to stop contracting - everything is ruined. Only the good will of her Goddess keeps her alive, and when she opens her eyes again, the destruction blows her mind. The Fae are dead. The tree is dead. And they’re… nearly dead. Silently, she finds Rex and Sam and hauls herself to her hands and knees. There’s no energy for words. No energy for anything except robotic, stubborn movement. Just the knowledge that they have to get to a shrine. All of them.
If they stop, she nudges them on, eyes drooping, faltering every couple of steps. The walk seems to go on forever, but she trusts Rex and lets her lead. She trusts the Voice, she trusts the Voice, she trusts the Voice… and then the Queen, too, drops, the world feeling like it’s flickering in front of her eyes, the thoughts coming so slowly…
This wasn’t what her first death felt like, she thinks as she drops beside Sam, eyes half-open and hardly focused. Did they make it?
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
