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“…Bell…Bell”
“Hmfph” The silver crusted fae pushed off whatever was bothering him.
“Bell for the love witches get up!” A voice yelled as it pulled him out of sleep.
Rolling over he gave his sister a tired expression. The similar silver coloured fae looked cross at him.
“What is it Fly-Fly?” Silverbell groaned pulling the covers over his head
Silverfly pulled the blanket off him, he let out annoyed click.
“It’s Lily dammit” Silverfly huffed
Lily? White Lily! She’s back?
“W-what about her is she back?” Silverbell shook his head pulling himself out of bed immediately.
“I dunno but the guards said she’s here come on” Silverfly yanked at her brother’s hand as he stumbled forward.
Silverbell was dragged by Silverfly out of their little neighbourhood, as they flew there were hundreds of faeries leaving their homes. Seems that everyone else had gotten the message the saviour had returned. But everything was much too quiet for his liking, his kind was anything but silent with celebration. A horrible knot formed in his abdomen he’d wish he was anything but right.
Pushing through the crowd Silverfly held onto his hand tightly. They’d be lost if it wasn’t for her firm grip. The increasingly worried faces only made that knot worse.
White lily is strong she’s powerful she rivals his majesty, she wouldn’t crumble so easily no matter what she says
Those affirmations he thought were fleeting and weak with each fae they passed. Till reaching the edgy of the crowd, Silverfly stopped her wings flopped down from the usual perked up position. And when she turned to look at him the utter distraught in her face made that knot snap. Not even bothering to listen to whatever his sister was about to say he pushed past her to see what she saw.
There she lied the saviour, with frizzly white hair, dotted with pink speckles, crackled dough bandaged heavily, and her jade cloak hiding the rest of her body. Nothing was different but yet she looked so empty, like a porcelain doll. Her eyes were the hardest to look at once full of life now dull and hollow, whatever she had seen had drained her of all meaning. Where on earthbread had she gone?… you know, don't you.
You helped her with that scroll, the one sealed in forbidden halls
She’d be alive if it wasn’t for you, earthbread needs freedom.
And now…
The guilt utterly shattered his heart. Falling to his knees in agony, tears began to flow down his face. His cries were broken and hoarse. Reaching out he grabbed onto White Lily’s hand it was so cold. Felt heavier than usual with no strength to carry the lift, his body shook with pain.
It felt like entirety that he was just wailing in a sorrowful voice echoing through the Silver Kingdom. No one but himself to hold. Till the warmth of another body held him in an embrace. Well warmth was a tough word but certainly better than the cold dead body he clung to.
Looking up, Bell expected to see his sister’s Viridian eyes, but was taken aback to see the commander’s solemn face, his metallic reflective pupils desperately trying to comfort. He’d take anything at this point, it hurt so bad the guilt of everything crushed this fae whole.
It’s often said that Lilys scented cookies live tragic lives cursed with a cycle of mourning, grief is their roots of life…