Rachel let out a pained cry and Luke slid down the wall, with his chin pressed to his knees. His body trembled as pained sobs wracked his body.
"He's not breathing" Devon gasped, her heart shattering into a million pieces. Heartbroken, she willed herself to use her necromancy ability on him but when he didn't move, she burst into fresh tears. "No, no ...he can't be gone" she whimpered.
She shook Theo's lifeless form, pained sobs escaping her lips. Theo was dead.
It was so hard to believe it. All she could do was hold him to herself and mourn. She kissed his beautiful face and finally pressed a kiss to his cold lips.
"Come back to me, please" she whimpered, placing her head on his chest.
His body was becoming even more colder. Perhaps, just as cold as her heart had become.
Luke rose to his feet and moved to his bestfriend's death bed with his tears still flowing ceaselessly.
He took Daeron's limp hand and pressed a kiss to his cold knuckles.
"Farewell, Mo chara (my friend)" he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Slowly, Theo's lifeless body began to fade away. The longer Devon watched, the harder she cried.
Daeron Zrēlyen was gone but fate had other plans.
Little did Devon know that her cries had been heard.