Tales of Arcadia The Arcane Order

17. Grief

Hiya, quick announcement, sorry this series was so short but your free to do a fan fiction on what happened during the time skip in between when Y/n and the others meet and the Eternal Night as long as you mention its a fan fiction on my fan fiction.
And lastly the idea for this chapter is from @Midightreality so tysm for that and I hope you all enjoy the ending because I think it's a pretty neat idea.

- Featherheart 🪶

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Author's POV:

As a strange figure with antlers appeared in the surrounding snow and ice, a blue hand scooped up the scarily still body of Y/n. Skreal.

He held her close to him with tears running down his pale blue face. His black frosted hands were gripping Y/n tightly.

Her eyes were open, but barely, like thin slits. A golden scar rested on her chest, half still hot and sizzling.

"Y/n? Come on wake up Y/n..." she mumbled desperately. "I never should have let you stay and save your friends, you never should have left and run away..." His voice was growing more shaky with every word.

"Y/n you have to get up, I let you do what you wanted to, I let you stick around until the end of the fight..." Skreal's mind flooded with memories of when Y/n was younger, laughing and running around in a snowy forest as if running on a never ending tank of energy.

Her body gave a weak spasm as she muttered her dying words, "Its ok Skreal, I had the best time of my life here on Earth, and if I am to die this day then I'm glad I got to make some friends during my life time..." then nothing.

Then she went limp. No heart beat. No breathing. Dead.

Skreal gripped her dead corpse tears were streaming from his eyes before letting out a grieving wail to the heavens.

A lava figure appearing behind him and resting their hand on his shoulder comfortingly, but portrayed no grieving emotions, and if they ever felt them they certainly didn't project their sorrow.

But even this cold hearted being seamed to be shocked and saddened.

Skreal rested Y/n's body on the floor before swinging round the face the band of Y/n's friends.

"This is your fault! Your the reason she's dead!" He yelled, as if hearing the news of her death out loud made it all the more difficult to cope with it. He flung his arms at them sending a wall of ice spikes towards where they stood hoping to keep them away.

"We didn't mean for this to happen" Jim replied solemnly. "We didn't mean for any of this to happen, but Y/n died a hero and you should be proud that she made her own way instead of being cooped up all her life."

But Skrael wasn't listening, his eyes were glowing a cold icy blue, fists clenched tightly with rage.

Ice was sprouting up from the ground as a winter cold breeze ran through the air.