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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 — the dark is the same wherever i am

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 — the dark is the same wherever i am

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 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 came for them once more, it had been entirely out of the blue. There had been no dots to connect, no grande feast like Nikolai's birthday acting as a prelude... It had all happened so quickly, that Aleksa hadn't even been able to seize her hold on the shadows until Nikolai had been plucked and carried away.

A shadowed blur cut across her vision, and beside her, Alina stumbled back. Nikolai was gone, just like that. They couldn't help but stare at the empty ground before them, no brilliant and witty prince to try and charm his way into their good graces...

Then, Alina screamed.

Aleksa's head twisted in time as claws closed over her shoulders, lifting her feet from the floor. Another grappled for Aleksa, yet the moment her veins pulsed black and crawled the slope of her neck, they held back. They chittered with one another, wondering why they couldn't just step forth, why they felt the compelling desire to disobey their master.

The nichevo'ya would always hold some form of loyalty to Aleksa, no matter whose palms they fell from. Aleksa spilled darkness from her hands, watching as the nichevo'ya practically danced within it, neither scared enough to run, nor loyal enough to attack.

It was enough of a distraction for Alina to slip and fall right into Mal's awaiting arms.

Alina twisted in his hold and her arms moved in a perfectly trained arc; a burst of blinding sunlight swept through the darkness, slicing nichevo'ya into pieces. They wavered and soon enough, exploded into nothing.

She was bleeding, Aleksa could see that much... but they didn't have the time to call for a half-trained healer. Even amidst her pain, glowing fingers clutching at the punctures in her shoulders, Alina bellowed, "Get the others out!" She cried to Tamar, "Get them away from here!"

"We can't leave you—"

"I won't lose them too!"

Aleksa pushed the Heartrender's shoulders, "I'll stay with them, take the others and get the hell out of here!" Through taut lips, a shrill whistle escaped her; she might come to need Cas's abilities, but she wanted the silly old thing to be safe, "Cas, with Tamar!"

There was a distant symphony of caws, reluctant, rather peeved... but all the same, Cas didn't come into view.

Alina continued to lash out with the cut, arcs of sunlight soaring through the sky in blinding discs and yet so few collided. The nichevo'ya were swift, capable of fizzling into the shadows before they were struck by even a glimmer of light.

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