THE DARKNESS COMES

N/A · 08-11-2014, 06:22 PM

Roman Armada was anything but weak. The very idea that she was out of control with her body right now, made her nauseous. She was aware that Greek left her side, but she was in no state to move closer to him. She could hear voices, but they were all muffled and blurry. She struggled to make sense of them. Her legs thrashed as another sharp pain wracked her body. A pathetic whine left her, and she tried to raise her head when she heard more voices. They couldn't see her weak. She scrambled slightly, trying to drag herself to her feet. "Mistress!" She heard Greek speak, as she fumbled and fell to the floor of her den. Greek had just returned back to his den- dropping some leaves at the healers feet.

"Save them." She rasped. She wasn't sure what 'miscarrying' meant. She just knew it didn't feel right. Her lids fluttered over her eyes, as she lifted her head to look back at her stomach. Confusion apparent on her face. "Mistress Roman... your healer can't save them." Greek murmured, pressing against her. She turned her head looking at the fossa, then at the wolves who had gathered. She noted Drashiel now and Azalea, along with Elli. Crystalline tears pooled at her violet eyes, as she slowly understood the meaning of the strange word that Elli had spoken. "They're dead?" She questioned, her voice cracking on the words. They couldn't be dead. That was impossible. They hadn't even lived yet!

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