Hazy.
Everything felt absolutely hazy for one Elven Prince.
In fact, just moments ago, there hadn't even been any haze. All that had been there was darkness.
And pain.
Yeah. There had been a lot of pain.
From the moment he felt like his body was splitting into two and he saw the look on everyone's faces, an immense amount of pain flooded him. But whether it came from his body finally giving out or from his heart breaking for his beloved, he couldn't be so sure.
The only thing he was certain of was his regret.
He had been so close to her.
So close.
And yet he hadn't been able to say anything more.
Prince Elior tried to think. He tried to hold on to that fragile spark of consciousness, to figure out what he could have said or done that would have helped make things better.
If only he had managed to stay awake a little longer.
But the more he thought about it, the harder it became.
The small spark dimmed.
Slipped.
And he ventured into a slumber he never even asked for.
