TURTELA I stare in silence at mother as her regal presence is maintained despite the tubes tied to her due to her state of comatose. How did we even get here? The infirmary had never been so still. Antiseptic and grief filled the air, and the pale gold glow that always comforted us with its presence seemed now too cold, too still.Mother is simply stone cold, a flaxen strand of what used to be her living part, body swaddled tightly in white blankets like she slept. But we knew better. She had defended us with her power—but it cost her something.I leaned against her beside, her fingers limp in mine. I hadn't let it go since they rolled her in."Her pulse is stable," Lyna whispered from behind me, as if tougher words would shatter the fragile line between life and. the other side."But she's not responding from her brain," Marissa continued. Her arms were folded across her chest, but not defiance. It was protection. Fear.Lilith, herself weakened but standing watch by the door. Her f
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