This Is The End

The gilded girl was unconscious throughout the entire journey. She stirred a bit here and there, but she never had full control of her faculties. Her mind and body had gone through too much and had had enough. It needed the blissful darkness and rest so that she could try to heal. The fever tearing through her from the wound and the other trauma made the girl's body hot to the touch. She would need to be cooled down when she woke.

Valtiel had no idea that she was being cared for. Not until she was jostled out of unconsciousness by a touch and a voice. Her eyes opened wide, one pure gold, the other gold rimmed in orange, and blinked several times, trying to focus on the wolf that stood beside her. Safe, he said. She was safe. Dark brows drew together as she stared harder at her savior. He was just a boy! Valtiel's breathing increased and she shook her head vehemently. "No, he'll come for me. We aren't safe." Shaking her head made her feel nauseous and a groan pulled from her, the former objection completely forgotten.

The black and gold fae curled tightly into a ball, bringing her paws up to hold her throbbing head. "He killed my mother right in front of me," she told him in a whisper that he might not have even been able to hear, speaking more to herself than anything. "He's going to find me and hurt me again." A soft sob broke past the girl's obsidian lips and she cried softly. She couldn't go through that again. She just couldn't.

"Valtiel"