She gripped the rim of the porcelain sink and tried to steady her hands.
"One last time." She whispered to herself, her magic fighting her barriers, sensing its need.
"One. Last. Time." Her voice stronger this time, as if to justify her choice.
She knew the if she wanted to save Rose Thornspear she'd have to break her vow. She knew that in order to save Rose from making the same mistake she did so long ago, she'd have to use magic.
She knew that in order to save Rose and stop a war, she'd have to use magic.
She also knew that the amount of magic required, would kill her.
But she also knew if she could spar someone from the same mistake, the same pain, the same anger, the same regret, she would, even if it'd kill her.
"One," she spook as she pushed past he bathroom door and marched down the stairs "last,' she said her eyes like steel as she griped the door-nob "time." she said as she left her haven, walked out into the stormy night, and likely to her death.
