the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
"RONIN!"
Her scream pierces light and darkness, trembling and echoing through the space between them. She saw the bolt, felt the electricity- it bites at her with static teeth, but she cannot look away. Hands balled at her sides, the Shield of Safrin stares at the Dark Star - her friend, her king, whose wedding she performed - her black eyes wide in disbelief and hurt.
This isn't him. This isn't him. And she cannot be asked to choose.
"What in Safrin's name are you doing? Stop!"
Her scream pierces light and darkness, trembling and echoing through the space between them. She saw the bolt, felt the electricity- it bites at her with static teeth, but she cannot look away. Hands balled at her sides, the Shield of Safrin stares at the Dark Star - her friend, her king, whose wedding she performed - her black eyes wide in disbelief and hurt.
This isn't him. This isn't him. And she cannot be asked to choose.
"What in Safrin's name are you doing? Stop!"
