"Don't get me wrong, I don't miss the voice. I just..." Skye pursed his lips as he looked at the scrolls once more with mixed emotions. Ever since that day he awoke to his powers, the voice had been completely silent. Almost as if it had vanished altogether without warning. As a result, it left Skye with a strange sense of emptiness. Like he had lost a part of himself yet knew it was with him but was not able to see or access the voice. Why had the voice even appeared back then only to vanish?  Why had he heard Nimue's voice back at the lake? Why had she haunted him with her words? It left him with so many unanswered questions during the six years, things that even with hints would be deemed nonsense. At times Skye would be plagued with dreams that kept him up at various times during the night, dreams that left him paranoid- guessin

"I'll go see what's going on. In the meantime, I should send them some Dyra stones just in case they run out of supplies or are in danger" Skye replied before getting up, his fringe moved slightly from the sudden movement meanwhile his eyes showed that he wasn't going to be swayed. "With luck, there should be enough stones even after my visit. If not, we do have some more so I'll pack them for the road" Skye assured himself as he eyed a navy blue stone now being held in his right hand. His eyes softened from how it was created and how the idea came about.  Truthfully, he was happy that they could give her some means allowing her to think of anything but her ongoing pain. Otherwise, he dreaded what would happen if she had lost her means of coping.  Noth that he would tell anyone of how they were made, however, that didn't mean he couldn't spin a tiny white lie in order to avoid any grief. The last thing

"Anberine...?" "Are you in there?" Skye called out as his left hand gripping the doorknob tightly, bafflement filled his face as he heard nothing. Still hearing silence his mouth pursed tightly before opening the door. "Hey Anberine, why aren't you-?" Skye froze as was he was left stunned to the spot from what he was seeing. His stomach plummeted in horror before his feet finally found the means of moving, only instead of breaking into slow movements he made a mad dash towards Anberine's fallen form. Her haggard hair was covering her shoulders and laid lazily around her pale form, her right hand was laying above her head. Meanwhile, her left hand remained what should have been near her face which had been covered in her black locks.  Her white dress looked a little too large for her now lanky form, causing one of her shoulders to be revealed. Her feet remained without shoes causing the chill to

Forcing himself to move, Skye ran towards the curtains to see Anberine looking hunched over while gripping the sheets tightly. Allowing him to see the veins on the back of her hand bulging from how tightly she was gripping them, despite the fact her hair was covering her face and hands.  

His heart continued to ache even now from knowing that they had lost time, that they should have left the castle without looking back. It was such a simple plan, one they should have prepared better and yet they were powerless to his father and his wicked schemes.  On the other hand, it had been wise to have halted the idea of leaving. Just until she had been well enough to move and cope independently. Especially given the seriousness of it all. The last thing he wanted was to bear the consequences of meeting the wrath of her aunt, that is, if she were to find out what had happened.  That and another thing stopped him from trying to get her to leave, to halt the plan completely in its tracks- fear. A thing that had he loathed given who had installed the feeling for many years. His father's hold back then had been too strong for him to stop or avoid, knowing that his fat