Alanna struggled to breath. She put a pale hand over her mortal heart. Panting she sent a prayer upward to the heavens,
" By the mercy and grace of the Gods...Let me live...Spare my petty life..." Alanna said...She did not whine, did not plead with desperation...She managed to keep her voice level and calm. She closed her strange eyes and waited the respectful time before moving again. In her journal, bound with rope and bits of clothing, the dying female knight wrote her last words.
I am dying. I knew this was my end...But I had wished for a chance to be avenged...But with this journal, they shall know my story Her hand was shakey, the usual neat writing scrawled all over the page. The elven woman took a deep breath...She was engulfed in blinding white light. She felt herself being lifted.
My child...My daughter..Art thou prepared to return to thy throne? Hast thy mortal life ended too soon? Ye must return to the world of the mortals, Young One...Ye hast not saveth the Empire yet...Here...Take my breath of life...One last time...Return to thy mortal body, O Young One...Then ye shall return to thine golden throne. Be once again our Queen...Return...Return...
Alanna had the strength...She exhaled....Her head no longer pounding...Alanna was confused...But she did not speak...For once she did not speak...The blinding white light was fading...Alanna was so confused. But strangely calm. Back in the dark corners of her mind she understood what was going. Ayla took the special gift of life without complaint.
" Thank ye." She whispered to the other being...
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