“Twelve hear me please… Give me strength…” The words were soft, barely above a whisper as she knelt on the cold stone before the steps leading towards the church. The pendant holding that half a shard of green stone clasped tightly in her hand as she prayed. Seeking the mental strength to endure.
Of all the places her feet could carry her in the Twelveswood… They had brought her to the church. She had never been overly religious. Of course she believed. Yet that never made her truly devout.
She fought back the urge to sob as she remained kneeling there. Nate had run off without a word to her. Only words to Rhisi over the linkpearl. So soon after he had promised her just the night before. Promised to let her know if he was going to do anything dangerous or rash. An it worried her sick. Especially with the way he had been messing with corrupted aether. She felt like she was losing him slowly. Like every day he messed more with that corrupted aether was driving a wedge between them. She didn’t know if her heart could stand it. To lose what she had with Nate… It would be like reopening the wounds of losing Leon and her father all over again.
“Please… Don’t take him from me… Not him too… Please… I’m begging you..”
There was a soft masculine growl from behind her. Not one that fell upon her ears. She never heard him. Could never see him. It had been that way since his death. In part… He preferred to keep it this way.
Sun-kissed skin and pale jade eyes. Draped in the attire of a bard with the hat slanted forward just a bit further then normal towards his face. The pale golden tattoo on his face barely standing out in the warm glow of the church and stars. Hair the color of straw peaking out from beneath the hat in spots. Still the same. Just as he had been when he had passed from this world to become trapped as a spirit. Leonceault Chassebel.
The tall duskwight took the few steps to close the gap between them. His brow furrowed as he heard the first sobs. He knelt down next to her an wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind. He knew she wouldn’t truly feel his presence. Yet he wanted nothing more than to comfort her. Longed to try an ease her heart.
“Destiney… Everything will be okay…” Leon whispered softly. Though his words would fall on deaf ears. She did not have the ability to see the spirits of the dead, let alone hear them. Nate however did. He growled again softly. He was definitely going to let that boy have a piece of his mind the next time they met. “Just stay strong. An keep believing. I know you can.”
Destiney hiccuped softly as she moved to stand once more. Her cheeks glistened from the tears that had fallen down them. The half-mask on her face hiding any other signs of the pain in her heart right now. Leon remained where he knelt, looking up at her with mixed emotions.
“You have become so strong. Do not give up now.” His words were soft an meant towards her regardless of her inability to know they were said. He took his own chance to offer a prayer to Oschon as Destiney wiped her cheeks on the sleeves of her tunic.
Those pale eyes watched as she turned to leave the church grounds. A soft sigh escaped between his lips as he stood to follow after. Her invisible guardian.
Spirit of the Warlock 