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The Mist

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Braelynn
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The Mist

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Braelynn sat in the Ark of Duke on the bridge, cross-legged with the Ambience crystal in her lap. She reflected on the last time she used it, and the effect had frightened that wretched Nocven. If only she could do that to him. The thought of him shattered into a million pieces scattered over a wide range of area was very appealing to her. That would be too easy. She wanted him to suffer painfully for extended periods of time. How that would be accomplished, is another story. She had to first figure out what kind of phased hell she was currently in, find out where WishBringer was, and the rest she could worry about later.

Eldryck seemed to give her just enough information to keep her on some sort of track to figuring it out, but she was still confused, which wasn’t anything unusual. She attempted to locate him but failed. “Dammit, Eldryck. I need to know more, where the hell are you?” She muttered under her breath. She sat near the tree that was his father, hoping he’d sense her presence and come help her already. Enough was enough.

If she closed her eyes, she could swear she saw WishBringer and herself, sitting to the side of the water, on their picnic he finally took her on. She could see their heart-wrenching conversation standing on the bridge, a course of action that set everything around them on fire, only to be doused by Nocven dreamstriking him. She could hear his voice. “You just took the nothing that I gave you….” She needed to find him already. It was time to start moving again.

She took a short glance around the room once more before vanishing through the portal. She wasn’t sure where she was going. When she wandered through the desolate Threshold, she could hear the Nightstalkers rummaging for their daily feast of lesser nightmare. For a moment she thought about pestering them, but Nocven had squired his idiot brother off somewhere. For a self-described immortal, he was such a coward, she exhaled in thought with a long sigh. Coward.

For what seemed like hours, days even, she wandered. She visited all the places that were of some importance, that held some sort of meaning. The Ice Palace, where she spent most of her time; Ark of Duke, the Order, Keepers… the empty FateSender Guild where they would secretly meet to steal precious minutes to avoid being ‘caught’. When Tember offered to be the Lookout one night so they could have just a minute to themselves. It made her giggle, thinking of Tember’s part in all of this. She missed her best friend, her sister.

The depression set in as she returned to Threshold, defeated. She thought about telling Eldryck this was no use, the next time she saw him. She carried the Ambience crystal in her hand and considered hurling it off the cliff in Chasm of Souls. She stepped inside the Order threshold and was met with a chilling cold breeze. The room was freezing, as though it was wintertime inside.

And there, sitting on the floor with his back slumped against the wall, was her WishBringer. He was fidgeting with his locket, his eyes downcast. The expression on his face was that of sadness, heartache, misery.

A mixture of relief, confusion, and love set upon her all at once. For a moment, she thought she was seeing things. She froze in place, her heart hammering. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat.

Her entrance into the room brought with it a breeze, and he looked up briefly and did a double-take. His eyes welled with tears as he choked on the words, “Love of loves … is…. That you?” He staggered to his feet.
All Braelynn could do was nod, her eyes now spilling over with tears. She rushed toward him, and he her with their arms outstretched. When she reached him, she threw her arms around him, sobbing.

Except when her arms encircled him, he vanished into a fine mist. She stumbled a few steps forward and spun around, her arms still circled. Her eyes darted around the room, and she was in a state of panic. Where did he go? Where was he?

He was gone.

She sinks slowly to her knees, sobbing as the frigid air around her slowly returns to room temperature. She shouts out, “WHY?” as her tears form a puddle on the ground. Shifting to a sitting position she wraps her arms around her knees, burying her face from view. Her body shakes.

The sound of her sobs echo across the empty room as she cries alone.
Owner of the infamous Night Dress and WishBringer's heart
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