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A flower field.
They had been sent to a flower field.
It was a reward from the Deans for their behavior, just Lenore and Annabel, alone.
The field was full of violets. Beautiful and lovely.
Almost as Beautiful as Annabel Lee but of course, nothing and no one could match Annabel Lee's beauty, Lenore thought to herself. They walked for a bit, completely quiet and peaceful.
Eventually Annabel fell into the ground of the field, elegantly sitting down. She had her hands in her lap and was leaning slightly. She was admiring the view of beautiful flowers. Some were dark, and reminded her of Lenore, they were just as beautiful as all the others.
Lenore spotted her sitting, she leaned down where she was and gently picked one of the more beautiful of the violets before walking over to Annabel. Annabel looked up at Lenore. Lenore leaned down, holding the violet gently between two of her fingers.
"Would you care for this dance, Annabel Lee?" Lenore asked gently, holding out her other hand for Annabel Lee to take.
"Of course, pet" Annabel Lee said, taking Lenore's hand gently.
With this they rised from the ground, Lenore tucked the stem of the violet behind Annabel's ear. Once the hand was free she put it on Annabel's waist and they danced elegantly. Hand in hand, a hand on eachothers waist. They danced like this for multiple minutes, being careful with the flowers to not step on them. It kept the field beautiful, after all, crumpled flowers would ruin the view.
At one point she felt Annabel Lee go limp and she was back.
It was dark. What had happened? Was that all not real?The flower field, everything? Of course it wasn't. She slowly remembered what was happening in the moment. She had activated her spectre, the lady in red, a malevolent being made of spite. She had fought the hunt/stag but it hasn't fought back, it had lent to her. The deans showed up, Merry's arm had been chopped off and they ended up killing the hunt/stag. Annabel Lee was gasping for breath, it was the end, she was dissolving, she was dying from the withering. She gently but Annabel to the ground and layed beside her talking to her. She talked about there time together when they were alive, about the book of riddles from her father's study and how she was no match for Annabel and her smarts. But in the end, after she was done talking, she knew what had to be done, how she would fix this. She put her hand out, conjuring the half part of scissors, the handle was wing and feather designed and the blade was bright red.
She sat up on her knees and lifted it high above her head, pointed directly into Annabel's chest.
"Good luck, darling" Lenore muttered, stabbing it into Annabel's chest before lifting it up.
"Until our next stolen moment" Lenore muttered before stabbing it into her own chest and falling on top of Annabel.
It had the be done, to save Annabel, the withering had been transferred.
All to save her.