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I had not expected, when I woke that morning, to find this.
It was clear nearly from the moment I woke that something was amiss; there were shouts, strange noises, sounds of fighting and misery and fear. My first thoughts were for Phedre and Joscelin, and I went to their treehouse to be certain they were unharmed, but it was empty. Had they been kidnapped, or taken by the island such as when Phedre had gone missing? I did not know. There was no man on the island that was a match for Joscelin, so kidnapping was unlikely, but there were none of us match for the island's enchantments, which left myriad possibilities, none of them pleasant.
Not seeing Phedre or Joscelin, nor the other d'Angelines, I set to the compound to see if I might be of some use to someone, somewhere, unable to sit idly by whilst there was such turmoil about. But not a few steps onto the path I stumbled across something--
No, someone.
A person, a body, upon the path, limbs sprawled at impossible angles, long brown hair littered with dirt and tangles. I knelt beside her to do what I could for her, and nearly shouted aloud at seeing the face.
Phedre's face, and it was Phedre, oh yes, for there was no mistaking the scarlet mote of Kushiel in those lifeless eyes.
What had happened? I could not tell the cause, only the result; and I could do nothing for her, her limbs already cold and stiffening, and so I gathered her in my arms and held her, something hot and bitter that I had not felt since Alba welling up in my eyes and filling me with the deepest sort of misery.
[probably not an ideal time to meet him.]
It was clear nearly from the moment I woke that something was amiss; there were shouts, strange noises, sounds of fighting and misery and fear. My first thoughts were for Phedre and Joscelin, and I went to their treehouse to be certain they were unharmed, but it was empty. Had they been kidnapped, or taken by the island such as when Phedre had gone missing? I did not know. There was no man on the island that was a match for Joscelin, so kidnapping was unlikely, but there were none of us match for the island's enchantments, which left myriad possibilities, none of them pleasant.
Not seeing Phedre or Joscelin, nor the other d'Angelines, I set to the compound to see if I might be of some use to someone, somewhere, unable to sit idly by whilst there was such turmoil about. But not a few steps onto the path I stumbled across something--
No, someone.
A person, a body, upon the path, limbs sprawled at impossible angles, long brown hair littered with dirt and tangles. I knelt beside her to do what I could for her, and nearly shouted aloud at seeing the face.
Phedre's face, and it was Phedre, oh yes, for there was no mistaking the scarlet mote of Kushiel in those lifeless eyes.
What had happened? I could not tell the cause, only the result; and I could do nothing for her, her limbs already cold and stiffening, and so I gathered her in my arms and held her, something hot and bitter that I had not felt since Alba welling up in my eyes and filling me with the deepest sort of misery.
[probably not an ideal time to meet him.]