this is the light that shines; Joscelin/Isilya/any

[Joscelin]

joscelin

The girl doesn’t leave. She feels as though her entire soul is splitting apart, and yet the girl does not leave. Of course, how could she have known? Joscelin’s entire world has fallen apart and no one can feel it but her. Ramiel is trying. He knows a little. So very little though. Not enough to help her.

She hadn’t meant to thank her. She should be grateful that Ramiel has done it for her. She speaks again, offering only words this time. Katniss and Tiphon. Father. Yes, she should go find father. He could protect her. That the child (she had said her name. Isilya) needed protection from her grieves her. Enrages her. She had become something to be feared rather than loved. She had become something terrible. She needs to tell her, make her understand. Save her from herself.

You don’t want me. You should… you should find him. Find father.

She feels as though she should probably be crying. But the tears won’t come. Her golden eyes remain dry. A war rages within those depths, but not a single tear falls. The light flickering beneath the surface goes mad. The blackness of the cracks have been replaced by light, no longer flickering but solid white. The sadness and anger is at war within her again, a maelstrom that has reached its breaking point. Confusion joins that battle of emotions. Why is this happening? Why won’t the rest of her heal as quickly as her body had?

She wants to scream at them to leave, but it’s too late. They hadn’t left when they had the chance. So she does the only things she can. With a wild leap, she bursts into the sky. Higher, higher. Not high enough. In a blinding burst, the light burns through the clouds, disintegrating anything unlucky enough to be in its path. Rampant energy gone, her flight breaks, unable to be maintained. And she falls. She has never fallen before. She should be frightened, but she hasn’t the energy to be. Tree limbs slow her descent, snapping beneath her weight. She lands upon the leaf littered earth with a heavy thud. She cannot tell if she has broken anything, and for the moment, she does not care. Her golden eyes remain fixed on the distant sky - a place that had once been a safe haven for her.

As she lay in the small clearing, the only thing she can manage is a faint, halting apology. The only consolation she can offer her earnest siblings.

I’m… sorry.

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