Ashes of the Forgotten Sister
Silver burned. Holy light seared. I screamed my brother’s name, Theron, into the communication crystal.
My consciousness was fading. His cold voice finally crackled through. "What now?"
I fought through the pain, my voice weak. "Theron, please… help me…"
He cut me off, his voice a razor's edge.
"Enough! Lilith is hosting the Blood Moon Festival. Stop causing trouble. If you’re tormenting her out of jealousy again, I’ll throw you in the sun cells myself."
The line went dead.
Lilith. Our manipulative little adoptive sister. Was she really more important to him than his own blood?
The silver poison and searing light consumed me. I shattered. My tears turned to ash, my body right behind them.
Congratulations, Theron. You're free of your annoying sister.
You don't have to lock me up anymore.
Because I'm already dead.