[Faye] "Faye!" Arthur shakes me. "Oh, my god, Faye!" My body convulses as I scream, the feeling of someone ripping my heart from my chest overwhelming all my senses. My body bucks as my vision blurs, Arthur seeming far away, his voice fading. As my vision fades to black, I see Devona on the ground, bleeding, a glowing sword stabbing her through the center of her torso, her eyes losing their shine as the blade pulsates, glowing with the green fire of her soul slowly draining from her body. Just a few feet away from her, Embyr was being held back by Garreth, his eyes glowing gold. The clock on the wall reads 12:42. I come back to myself and see that I'm lying in a large bed, Arthur lying next to me, holding onto me. Feeling the changes in my body, he sits up and touches my face gently, checking me over to make sure I am okay. "Faye," he sighs. "Thank god." He seems satisfied with what he observed. "How do you feel?" "Like someone stabbed me in the heart." "Faye..." "What time is
[Embyr] That fool Arthur texted us about an hour ago, some nonsense about Faye and a vision and us dying. Anyhoo, Hot Chick and I have been working ever since to "add wards" to the house or whatever. Damned if I know what the heck she's talking about. All I know is that Devona can be scary when she is serious, and right now she's as serious as fuck. She tasked me with securing the house itself while she secured the greater perimeter. She gave me a large bowl of what she told me was sheep blood (I don't even want to ask) and sea salt that she mixed together with babies' tears or whatever the heck she said. "Make sure that every windowsill and every doorway has been rimmed with the salt and blood mix
[Devona] I felt the change in our perimeter before it became visible with the flashing light of a broken spell. Someone has crossed the threshold of my outer wards, breaking them as if they were nothing. And they are still moving towards the house as if pushing aside my magic did not affect them. A dark cloud descended on the house, blocking out the sun. From a distance, the miasma hanging above us might seem like a thick fog, but up close there was fire in these clouds, flame born from anger and death and the claiming of souls. The horsemen have arrived. Nine men on nightmare horses made of pure black smoke, both
[Faye] The house is burning. We don't even park the car properly before Arthur and I bolt out the doors and rush to the house. The flames are growing around us, glowing an unnatural hue, a strange black and violet and green--one part fire and one part spell. There is no way that anyone is alive inside. I feel my legs go weak as they collapse to the ground. "Oh god," I moan. "we're too late." Arthur doesn't hear me. He rushes inside
[Faye] As Arthur stands there, gleaming sword in hand, it lights with divine power, glowing blue and lavender and green, flowing around his arm in waves. He points the sword at Embyr’s chest and she backs away, her eyes wide with fear and shock and something else. For a moment, the black slithers away from her eyes, her beautiful brown orbs staring directly at me. My friend is still in there, trapped in a body that has been taken over by a curse and a specter of her former self in an unholy possession created and controlled by the Queen of Light. Embyr. She blinks at me, her eyes pleading.
[Arthur] Embyr. Embyr is Sir Kay. My brother from a lifetime ago, reincarnated who knows how many times. But I can’t take care of that right now, I need to take care of my wife. Faye is kneeling on the ground by my feet, staring at the place where her best friend just disappeared into darkness. She keeps reaching out as if she can pull the shadows back to her, opening the way again, but she keeps failing. Giving up, she begins pounding her fists again and aga
[Devona] I woke to the sound of a beak tapping on the remnants of the window. I waited, slowly unwrapping myself from Arthur’s arms, the weight of them stretching across Faye and myself as he spooned us both. The tap came again, more insistent, a steady rhythm. A messenger. Pulling myself free from my lovers, I dress quickly and head outside. The crescent moon is high. The night would be almost completely black in Avalon, but here, in this world, the bright city lights make a perpetual twilight. This makes it easy for me to spot the messenger, a small raven sitting across the way on the small metal rai
[Faye] “Faye…” Arthur calls from the front door. “It looks like we got a package. Were you expecting something?” A package? Weird. “No!” I respond. “What is it? “I’m not sure…” Time slows down. I move towards the door, but not fast enough. My legs are heavy, each step feels like I am pulling myself through quicksand. Arthur falls to the floor in slow motion. A box of blue and purple blooms, glowing faintly, landing around his feet. “Arthur!” Not