Dark Light

Chapter 13

A/N: Please comment! I want to know your thoughts.

My heart throbbed painfully and adrenaline coursed through my veins as panic gripped me. Her smile melted, and I'm sure I looked distraught. I thrust a hand forward, imagining light melting the lock. It wrapped around the lock, and I glared at it.

"What are you doing?" She asked, just a hint of hope in her voice.

"Don't die, Sunshine. I'm going to get you to a healer."

She hung her head in painful resignation. "Why?"

"Because I want you to live."

The lock melted under the heat from my light and I hurried to her. She couldn't look at me.

"I don't want to live," she mumbled.

I could tell she was fading. Her voice had progressively become weaker and weaker. It was a miracle she was still alive. I didn't bother arguing with her; I picked her up and ran out of the dungeon. There was only one thought in my mind: Sunshine can't die. I summoned my wings as I ran, choking myself slightly when my shirt resisted ripping.

Tears clouded my vision, but I sprinted down the halls anyway. I passed the jailer without a second thought and took off, carrying my Sunshine through the air. I flew at top speed, dodging messengers and such who flew along the tops of the hallways. I landed in a sprint and burst through the door to the hospital, the only place one could be sure of finding a healer, 24/7.

I don't know if it was my dramatic entrance, pitch-black wings, frantic look in my eyes, or the fact that I had a bleeding princess in my arms, but every male in the room immediately went on the defensive.

"She's dying," I stated matter-of-factly.

No one moved, so I scowled and cursed, holding her away from me.

"She is dying!" I yelled. "Help?"

A few women in healer's attire came and took her from me, but there was an explosion of dark that sent them screaming away, dropping her to the floor. I fell to my knees and grabbed her hands looking into her nearly vacant eyes.

"That won't happen again," I called.

They picked her up again, and several explosions came from her hands, but they all came into me. I shivered at the energy running through me and didn't even pay attention as they put her on a gurney and began healing her. She was pale, so very pale, and her eyes were so listless, so lifeless. I held her hands and watched her face swim in my vision. Never had I imagined that my words had done this to her. Never had I thought she would kill herself to try to make me happy.

I ignored everything else as doctors scurried around us and healers tended to her arms. I sat by her side, eyes locked on her face turned away from me. She drifted off and the explosions stopped, but I held her hands nonetheless. Her chest rose and fell, for that I was grateful. Her face, though... I cursed myself. I did that to her. She looked scared, even in sleep.

"What have I done?" I asked her right before I broke into sobs.

It took every ounce of will power King Amora contained not to start beating on the young prince holding his daughter's hands and sobbing. The only thing holding him back was that last thing the boy said: what have I done? At least he realized that it was his own fault.

He glared at the back of Crown Prince Dirg Oina Zinx's head, plotting his course of action. He had met Tain, so he knew this definitely wasn't him. He stalked out of the hospital room and caught his chief of police.

"There is a dark in hospital room 116. I want him removed, shaved, and interrogated."

"Shaved?"