"No!" Luc screamed as Kyree fell to the ground. He ran to her, forgetting all his planning, all his plotting to get his throne back. He forgot that he was supposed to be using her to overthrow his own usurper. He forgot everything. The only words running through his head were, 'Not Kyree'.
But she didn't hear him, she just lay on the ground, blood dripping from her various wounds, pooling around that final blow. The one that had taken her down.
"No." Luc whispered as he fell to his knees next to her. She looked up at him through fading blue eyes, a grimace etched across her mouth even though she tried to smile.
"Yes, I suppose so." Her words were little more than a breath. She gently kissed him and then her head fell back. Her body went entirely slack.
Luc raised his head to Heaven. "This is not the end!" He yelled. "You cannot take her from me!"
Then he broke down in sobs, letting the rest of the world, the rest of the battle, go on around him. Nothing mattered anymore.
She was gone.

