the edge

Deathbelle walked slowly over the unfamiliar territory, her pace hesitant as she hadn’t fully convinced herself to make the journey. Bright lavender eyes beheld the volcano and how much it had changed after the eruption and the year of turmoil afterwards. The place where she lost her husband was completely changed. A crater enveloped the once proud side of the mountain and as Deathbelle came to a halt at the rim she lost her breath. For a long time she tried to forget about Archon and how much she meant to her, how much his loss changed her and her life. How much of her heart she had given to him.

Tears welled up in her eyes as the loss was felt brand new. So much changed since she’d been forced to say goodbye. She’d been through so much. Soon their children would be of age, and again Deathbelle was obsessed with the question of when her heir should take the throne.