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Nayella
There it lay. Sitting within the chest as though it were nothing more than just another gem. Her eyes lingered on it, as though she could not quite yet reach out and touch it.
To most she supposed that it would appear nothing more than a large uncut emerald, deep lines of red running through the green. Yet it was so much more. It was the final piece of the crown, the thing that would complete the set she had stolen so many years ago when she had first run away from Elbion.
A smile touched her face.
Finally she would be done. Finally she would have silence. The crown would be complete, and the screaming pain inside of her head would cease. She could finally end it, she could finally be at peace and whole. Fingers loosened, a breath filled her lungs, and then she picked up the gem.
The moments her fingers wrapped around it she felt a sense of elation. Pure rapture filtered through her entire being. Every vein and artery seemed to be coursing with utter ecstasy. She shivered, goosebumps running across her flesh as a broad smile opened across her lips.
Her finger tips felt numb, and then slowly she reached up to place the gem within the crown.
Nayella felt it then.
Heat within her spine, a jabbing agony that appeared in an instant. Then she felt it again, then again, and then again.
The Blight Witch looked down, spotting a blade sticking out of the center of her chest. Confusion dawned on her face, eyes bulging slightly as she coughed. The taste of blood flickered over her tongue. She didn't understand. What had happened? What was going on? She didn't understand.
She tried to move, shift, look about her, but the heat within her spine was too much.
The world began to spin, her vision growing hazy. Her eyes glanced down at her fingers, noticing that they had begun to turn black. Her hand began to shrivel, then her skin, then everything. She collapsed onto the floor with a heavy thud, the gem falling free from her hand and tumbling away.
Within a heartbeat it all began to fade. The power of the crown, her own magic, all of it ate away at her body. Her skin became blackened, her eyes sunk, and her hair slowly began to whither.
It all began to fade.
To most she supposed that it would appear nothing more than a large uncut emerald, deep lines of red running through the green. Yet it was so much more. It was the final piece of the crown, the thing that would complete the set she had stolen so many years ago when she had first run away from Elbion.
A smile touched her face.
Finally she would be done. Finally she would have silence. The crown would be complete, and the screaming pain inside of her head would cease. She could finally end it, she could finally be at peace and whole. Fingers loosened, a breath filled her lungs, and then she picked up the gem.
The moments her fingers wrapped around it she felt a sense of elation. Pure rapture filtered through her entire being. Every vein and artery seemed to be coursing with utter ecstasy. She shivered, goosebumps running across her flesh as a broad smile opened across her lips.
Her finger tips felt numb, and then slowly she reached up to place the gem within the crown.
Nayella felt it then.
Heat within her spine, a jabbing agony that appeared in an instant. Then she felt it again, then again, and then again.
The Blight Witch looked down, spotting a blade sticking out of the center of her chest. Confusion dawned on her face, eyes bulging slightly as she coughed. The taste of blood flickered over her tongue. She didn't understand. What had happened? What was going on? She didn't understand.
She tried to move, shift, look about her, but the heat within her spine was too much.
The world began to spin, her vision growing hazy. Her eyes glanced down at her fingers, noticing that they had begun to turn black. Her hand began to shrivel, then her skin, then everything. She collapsed onto the floor with a heavy thud, the gem falling free from her hand and tumbling away.
Within a heartbeat it all began to fade. The power of the crown, her own magic, all of it ate away at her body. Her skin became blackened, her eyes sunk, and her hair slowly began to whither.
It all began to fade.