Revenge| Book 6| A novel in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series |

41- Loranian Wind

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I managed to get a chapter done today, which I didn't think would happen, but I don't have time for a video... I'll try harder next time :( 

Song: "Remember" by Josh Groban (Troy soundtrack). This song is beautiful (as is Groban's voice), and it will give you maximum feels whilst reading this. 

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Chapter 41: Loranian Wind

"Leah," Thea chokes, frozen in the tangle of suffocating blankets. "Leah, you're... you're dead. I can't... I can't see you."

"Yes, you can," giggles Leah. "You can see me. You're talking to me." She holds up one of her hands. Thea stares in horror at the blood. "You killed me. Look at me. You can see me, but I'm dead. I'm bleeding. I'm dead."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Thea shakes, not able to tear her eyes from the sight of her little sister's blue eyes staring into hers.

"You killed me," says Leah in a sing-song voice. "You killed me, you killed me, you killed me with that dagger. I'm dead because of you, sissy. It's your fault."

"I didn't mean to. I p-promise. I didn-t know. I c-couldn't move except-"

"Except to kill me." Leah skips forward, and Thea stumbles back.

She stumbles back into a pair of long fingers that wrap around her shoulders. She screams, but the fingers keep her close. A sheet of white-blond hair falls over her, curtaining her. When Thea turns her head, she screams again as she sees Lifolas's red eyes, surrounded by his customary charcoal, boring into hers.

"Look at me, little bird," he coos. "Look at me. Look at this dagger in my breast. Thrown by Neidra, but sent by you. I had you near death in my arms when the blade flew. I was carrying you away from death and instead walked into my own."

Unable to separate the real from the mind, Thea stares at the beautiful, gothic figure of Lifolas holding her close, stares at the blood dripping from the dagger sticking out from his chest. "I'm sorry," she wails. "I'm sorry you're dead. I didn't mean to kill you. I didn't mean to-"

"You didn't mean to kill me, either?"

This voice, lower than Lifolas's but still with that velvet sheen, comes from directly behind her. With Lifolas still arched behind her like a silent cat, Thea turns. When she sees the man standing beside Leah, Thea falls back against Lifolas again.

He appears as deadly as those years ago in the dark, dying world of Ardhigiza. His hair, shorter than Lifolas's, is long and thick. His red eyes gleam in the stuttering flame in Thea's hands. Like Leah and Lifolas, Mansar's chest is marked by a weapon stuck in the flesh, blood slowly dripping down his pearl-white elaborately brocaded jacket. But this weapon is a sword, the hilt of which Mansar grips in his bleeding fingers to keep it from falling.

Mansar smiles, his lips drawn up like the grin of the Cheshire Cat. "You didn't mean to kill me? I think we all know that's not true. You drove a sword through my heart without delay."

"You would have killed me," whimpers Thea. "You would have killed me. I didn't have a choice."

"We all have a choice, little bird." Lifolas's smooth voice cuts through her like the knives through their chests. "But you chose our deaths for the sake of your own."

"No, no, please." Thea finally wrenches herself from Lifolas. "I didn't... I didn't want you to die! I couldn't help it, I couldn't help any of you!"