Ashes of Revenge

Chapter 26: Alone

A knife fell upon paper, writing out letters with blood – Colt's blood.

Colt pressed the knife coming out of his finger against his cut palm again. He wrote down the final word, and his blade contracted. He blew on the parchment, watching as the rich, scarlett poppy bled into the bone-white, now forever entwined.

He had managed to outrun the Knights, take a messenger bird, and make it deep into the woods, leaving behind even more dead Knights. But now he was exhausted. Colt, to be honest, was out of options and could only see one out for everything the group had worked on for years.

He wouldn't waste the sacrifices Richard and Raven had made.

He would avenge them.

Rolling up the now dry paper, he strapped it to the bird; thankfully, – though he was in such a hurry he could barely see – he had grabbed the bird that corresponded with the village the Messenger had returned to, awaiting a letter from the other group.

He let go of the bird and watched as it flew away, leaving him officially alone and allowing something to wash over him, too sudden and sharp and yet dull to be deciphered.

Without Raven and Richard, he was lost.

He didn't have anyone to talk anything through with.

He had no one.

He was alone again.

Raven and Richard were his family, and now they were both gone, and there was nothing he could do to change that. His entire life, he didn't have anyone, parents, siblings, even friends. But that all changed when he met Raven and Richard. They somehow managed to replace that void he felt had been empty for most of his life. Now it was empty again, and he absolutely hated it.

Colt could feel a panic attack washing over him like in the cave. Naturally, he looked around for Richard or Raven to help calm him, but was only met with the green and brown of nature.

He was alone.

He was alone!

He was alone!

He was alone!

Colt fell to his knees, his hand pulling at his collar in an effort to get more air into his lungs. Blackness began to shroud his vision. His chest tightened so much it felt like it was pressing against his spine.

He was powerless. He had no control over what was happening to his body. He couldn't feel anything, smell anything, barely see anything. He swallowed, but that only resulted in his throat closing more.

Raven and Richard!

Raven is dead!

Richard is gone!

They're both gone!

I'm alone!

They're not coming back!

Dead and gone and gone and dead and alone and dead and gone and dead–

Death appeared on a tree next to him; he had been preparing since the boy made it into the woods. He was finally ready.

He had gotten acquainted with Colt when he was in the Shifter Kingdom. The number of times the boy had come close to dying was unbelievable. It had come to fruition when he was stabbed in his lung, but Death had decided to give him one more chance at an unfair life.

The same could be said for Richard.

Pushing himself off the tree, Death walked over to Colt. The boy had seen him as mercy, so he would be as merciful as he could be.

He knelt down and gently moved Colt's bangs off his forehead, causing the boy to flinch and breathe heavier. Death shushed him, repeating the motion and watching as the boy's pale hands trembled at his collar, his chest rapidly moving up and down.

A headache washed over Colt, only increasing the symptoms further. The weird familiar voices entered back into his head after years of being absent.

"I'm sorry, my boy." Colt's heartbeat began to pound in his skull. "The pain won't be as bad as while in your Kingdom; that's all the comfort I can provide."

Death watched as the silver variations entered the boy's eyes, and he could read that look that he had seen hundreds of times in the Shifter Kingdom: anger. The knives slowly began to come through his hands.

Death gave a small smile, feeling the presence of his controlled behind him. "I'm sorry, my boy."

Pain thudded against Colt's head and his world went black.

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