Allies of Plaxas

Prologue: The Town of Kitney

She was admitted to the hospital two weeks after her daughter left.

Her life had gone from excellent to terrible. In one month she lost both her daughters and her husband. And now....this.

She knew she wouldn't survive a week. The sickness was fast, and deadly. She only wished she could see her daughters again.

They weren't dead. She knew that at least. They were together. And she was alone.

The door is pushed open and a stout nurse walks in, pushing a cart filled with medical tools. She smiles at Mrs. Organda. "I'm just here to do a blood check. I'll leave you alone soon. You do need to get some rest."

The worst part about it was that no one knew what to do about the sickness. They just told her to get some rest, that she'd be fine. She knew she wouldn't be fine.

Once the nurse leaves, Mrs. Organda leans back against the pillows, thinking about all her best memories. Watching her daughters learn to ride horses when they were eight. Then, before that, getting married. She wouldn't count giving birth as a happy memory. Well, she would, but it was....bittersweet.

She thought of when she was a child, and her best friend was taken away, to train as a Guardian of Plaxas, and then when her daughter was, too. She'd emailed her friend after that, hoping, wishing for a response. It never came. But she knew that her daughters would be in safe hands.

The sun was setting outside her window. It brought back so many memories, too. When a sun elf had visited Kitney, searching for refuge against the other elves. She'd stayed for three months, before moving on. The sunset the day that the elf had come had been like none other, the horizon stained red, fading into orange, fading into yellow.

A different hospital nurse comes into the room and shuts the curtains. "I'll bring you dinner soon, honey," she says and hurries out.

Mrs. Organda wasn't hungry. She was tired, though. She was so very tired. In her delirious state, she wondered if she'd ever see her daughters again. In her dreams, maybe. She would very much like to see her daughters in her dreams.

She closed her eyes, hoping to see them one last time.

She never woke up.