LN Part 3: Let Me Go by RedPhantom ()
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Ann lay bloody and broken in a barren wasteland. It felt as if the castle had been dropped on her. She didn't think too much about what happened. She couldn’t remember. It had all happened too fast. One minute, she had been at Dragon Castle smashing the Dragon’s Roost down on Lyra. The next, she was here, in this condition. It had taken her several minutes to understand she was still at the castle, just in a wizard’s trance. She had gone so deep so fast that her mind hadn’t had time to terrorize her before she ran out of energy. Now, she was too weak to move. She had felt them trying to wake her. She was surprised at the lengths they had gone. It was done now. They had failed.
Andy appeared. It was sudden and surprised her. She tried to speak but failed. He knelt beside her, crying to see her in such a condition. He wanted to hold her but was afraid to in this condition. “Please,” she managed. His energy was coming through. It wouldn’t last, but it helped her for the moment. He gathered her into his arms. Every touch, every movement hurt but to feel him again one last time was worth it.
“Andy,” she finally said. “Let me go, let me die.”
“I can’t!” He cried.
“I can’t stay like this,” she said.
He looked at her and, using his magic, healed her wounds. They weren’t real, just part of her mind. It wouldn’t last, but the relief from the pain was welcome.
“This won’t last,” she told him. “You’re getting weaker.”
“I don’t care.”
“I do. Go. Let me be and let me die, but I need you to live.”
Andy cried that much harder.
“Tell Pt’this ‘Re Mishta leyna cama terage to’.”
Andy repeated it. “What does that mean?”
“I want you to tell me,” Andy insisted.
“Hollow, Narticani means hollow, empty,” she said instead. Narticani was her apprentice name. She hated it and had refused to tell him what it had meant.
“Please go,” she whispered.