The Princess & The Lord

Part 15

Nyx could feel the ash tipped spear digging deeper into his shoulder. Tearing at his flesh, through his muscles, scraping at his bones. The pain was almost blinding, but it was nothing compared to the way his heart ached when he heard Elena scream.

He had to find her. Nyx gripped his shoulder, trying to minimize the blood loss and slow down the poison. He could feel the ash enter and inhibit his magic the moment he was hit. He tried to sit up, but he felt his breath go ragged.

He searched the beach for her. Trying to get a glimpse of how bad it was. When he turned his head to find her behind him, he was shocked to see she was okay. She was more than okay, she was angry-enraged. Flames filled her eyes and traveled down her arms as she shot a wall to flame towards the Valg Prince knocking him off his feet.

She carefully walked around Nyx as she shot another ball of fire from her first. She threw another as she punched out her other arm. Then another. And another.

She pounded him with flame. The prince could barely register the first hit before the next one slammed into him. And the next. And the next.

Elena knelt one knee down to the ground. She placed her hand lightly in the sand.

The familiar rumbling began behind him. The trees started to shake. Leaves falling to the ground. He could see the snaking trails under the ground as they traveled closer to Elena. The earth seemingly coming to life.

The roots from the trees broke through the ground. They wrapped around the Valg prince's ankles and wrists. A few gripped him around his shoulders and one around his neck holding him tight in his position on his knees. The prince tried to resist, but the roots only tightened.

Nyx looked around. The rest of the demons had fallen, black blood covered the white sand beach.

Nyx's family and Elena's stood in awe looking at the restrained prince. At what Elena had done- used her magic to control the earth to restrain the Valg Prince. Nyx had never known that was possible, but he should have known. The rumbling from Elena's power had been an indication.

Elena ran back and knelt beside Nyx.

"Ash," Nyx weakly said. Rhys and Feyre ran to his other side.

"I can fix it. I can fix it," she said frantically as she examined his wound.

She held out a hand that glowed with a bright, white light. She closed her eyes as the magic flowed into his shoulder.

"It's digging deeper, it's spreading too quickly," Elena said.

Elena reached up and snapped off the long staff of the spear.

"Nyx, breathe. You have to focus," his mother said but he could barley hear the words.

"We need to pull the rest out," his father said to Nyx. He grunted his response.

He felt Elena reach for his hand. She held it tight. He could feel the healing magic flowing through their finger tips.

Please- Elena sent to him.

Rhys placed a hand wrapped around the broken spear and another on Nyx's shoulder to hold him down.

Nyx tried to hold in his shriek as his father slowly pulled on the weapon. He could feel the magic in his body deteriorating as the spear grazed his shredding flesh.

Elena closed her eyes and looked away. But she gripped his hand tighter. More magic seemed to flow from her.

Just as Rhys removed the tip of the spear, he chucked it deep into the ocean.

Elena removed her hand from his and placed both on his wound. She let the bright light of her magic flow into his body, healing the wound. He could feel the muscles and the skin rebuilding but his magic continued to fade.