Page 219 of Gift from the Source
“I couldn’t ignore the call of your soul any longer, child.”
“Go back.”
Another hand.
“Oak…No.”
“I’m so sorry, Willy. I will always choose you.”
A presence lies against my mind, and I shake my head viciously.
“CC, no. Please.”
“Be who you’re meant to be, filia mea.”
I’m nothingwithout him.
“Little warrior,”Tillman’s broken plea shatters my mind.“I love you so much, brother.”
No.
“Fly for me, Core,”Draken cries.“Clear your mind in the clouds and find me up there.”
Please no.
“I’ll be okay, big brother. You’ve saved me once again.”
No. No. No.
“Look for me in the morning air. The wind that whispers sweet nothings to the trees when the sun rises. The breath you blow to cool down your coffee. I will be there. You’ll always find me there. You have been the freshest breath of air and greatest gift ever given. I will love you endlessly from the beyond, my princess.”
“NO!”
With the force of a hurricane, his air sweeps through my blood, destroying every piece of me in its wake.
“I love you!” I scream.
His soul shreds from mine.
Darkness.
The light leaves my body as I pull everything from my bonds.
I allow the corrupt power pouring from Malvolio to hit me in my chest as I drop my hands and slice my palms.
I eat up the space between the two of us in seconds and my claws drag across his face. His bellow seeps into my heart.
His fist lands across my jaw as the powers he wields cuts through my uniform and pierces my stomach.
I feed on the pain.
The protective armor I came out here in hangs in tatters off my body from his blows. His shirt rips like paper from my claws.
My blood bleeds red, his black.
Other than the splattering from my wounds, the only color on his sickly shade is the massive red M that takes up the entirety of his chest.
The sight of it is my undoing.
