Silvestre Pendragon

Lies and Goodbyes

Milo recoiled at the slivering flames that hissed through the dense smoke and spat venomous ambers at his skin, Silvestre however was not affected by the vengeful flames and immediately she was on Noirsk's tail.

"Can you clear this smoke Milo? I can't see a thing!" Silvestre exclaimed through her muffled cloak the covered her mouth. She may not be burnt by the flames but the dense wall of charcoal smoke could easily kill her. Sweeping his hand, Milo cleared a reasonably visible path,

"Look, Sil, about what I said earlier-"

Turning towards him,

"We have lots to talk about Milo, but we can save that conversation for later." His autumn eyes squinted at her and Silvestre's heart hiccupped once again as she caught the glint of hope in his irises. The trouble with hope is that it doesn't last long and usually vanishes within a fleeting moment. Milo's hope instantly crumbled at the desperate cries of Crystal. Launching into a sprint, they flew into the smoke where Noirsk stood before Crystal and Kiara.

"Why are there still fires?!" Demanded Crystal, "You have the ruby! You said you'd stop!"

"Crystal!" Milo shouted but he was suddenly forced into a crashing halt,

"No." Interjected Noirsk. "There will be no family reunion yet. Kiara, you will go back to the tower and this time you will stay there."

"But, Crystal-"

"No buts. Kiara, go." The ghost girl gazed at her sobbing friend with her mysterious golden eyes and with a quivering mouth she murmured,

"Mummy, Crystal feels it. It hurts her! She keeps saying the phoenixes are dying! Are they mummy? You- your not doing this, are you?"

"Kiara, go." Noirsk ordered, "Now!" Reluctantly, Kiara dragged her feet back to the crippled tower, lead by Mr Rumple as she muttered her apologies to Crystal.

"What do you want Noirsk?" Spat Milo sourly,

"Accept defeat Elgido. I have the ruby. The question isn't what I want, but actually what you can give me." Noirsk paused and with a spiteful smirk she declared "Oh wait, that's nothing then" before drawing out her jewelled dagger and for a second time she held it to Milo's chest.

"Don't! Don't kill him!" Pleaded Crystal.

"Why shouldn't I? I have no use of him."

"I'll tell you anything. You want information on the King? I'll give it to you, just let them both go." Announced Silvestre, "But if you even lay another finger on him or touch a hair on her head, I will kill you."

Noirsk turned to examine Silvestre, judging her worth with a single glance, whilst Silvestre reached tentatively for the cold metal handle of a dagger behind her cloak,

"You are more confident than I had previously given you credit for. Or perhaps it is merely pure arrogance Little Pendragon." Noirsk was now directly in front of Silvestre, an open target and apart from her magic she was unarmed, Milo watched helplessly at the standoff and the tortured, exhausted Crystal stared in horror, too tired to move as she stood in anticipation of Noirsk's next move. A cunning smile painted Noirsk's pale face and her blood red lips opened tauntingly, "You are pathetic."

That was it. Fires roared in Silvestre's heart and every cell in her body was powered with fury. She grabbed the dagger from beneath her robes and sent it spinning towards Noirsk's chest. Spinning. Spinning. Spinning. Violently, its sharp metal sliced through the air, its silver glint shimmering in the orange glow of the surrounding fires and its point targeted at the black soul of The Raven. Soaring, sprinting and spinning, Silvestre watched as the dagger flew. It was as if time had stopped. Seconds felt like years, yet still the next events occurred like sparks. Instant. And like all sparks, they led to a much angrier fire...

Mid air, the dagger was still spinning towards Noirsk when at the last second the elegant woman cloaked in black silk stepped aside, dodging the dagger.

Unfortunately, the laws of physics state that every object in a state of motion tends not to stop until forced by an external object.

The dagger continued to spin.

Emotions choked Silvestre and Milo yelled out, Noirsk's hold on him relinquished and immediately Milo was leaping into action. But it was too late. Silvestre's dagger had plunged into the youthful heart of Crystal...

Crimson blood soaked her white dress and her eyes overflowed with tears. Her mouth opened in attempt to say something but the pain had consumed her, she looked desperately at Milo as he cradled her, rivers of tears flooding down his cheeks.

"Crystal, don't go, please god don't leave me." He cried as he tried hopelessly to heal her wounds with magic, "Don't go, Crystal. What would I tell Ma eh? You've got to live. You cant- you cant die."

"Goodbye brother, I love you"

"I love you too Crystal, please don't go" Milo begged.

Crystal's eyes glazed over. Crystal's autumn eyes that she shared with her brother, the eyes Silvestre so adored were now... dead.

Innocent, beautiful Crystal. Why did she have to die?