Aya stiffened.

A cold breeze enveloped her, sweeping her strength away.

Her eyes sealed tight.

Droplets of her tears dripped down onto Lojjuinn's chest. He saw the fear in his daughter's eyes.

Her arms wobbled revealing her temperament.

She flinched before trying to stab him, couldn't bear to do it.

"EEEKKKK" she gritted, scared, gashing, and hyper-ventilating. She panted as her lungs strained for air.

Her tears sprung out like an untapped spring.

Falling onto her father's chest.

Unable to hold them back.

Her hands filled with tremor, the fear climbed up her body.

Lifting her head to the roof.

Śeingtt's & ancestors please... please forgive me..

She flicked her eyes sporadically, in the last attempt she sealed her eyes shut as her thoughts left her.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa" she yelled out propelling the blade down.

Lojuinn thrust himself upwards, launching himself into the dagger. Quickly Holding onto her shoulders. Her eyes shot open as she felt the blade penetrate through, impaling into his organs.

She could feel his organs move as the blade sank deeper.

Aya's mouth dropped.

"Aaa, aah, ahh" she stuttered, losing her words.

Her tear stream cut up as she blinked swiftly, rejecting what she had done.

She felt his body pierce deeper into the blade and a loud screech chimed out.

"ARGGGGGGG" he groaned out in gruesome pain.

Shocked and terrified that he did this. Witnessing his pitiful state.

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"Aya..... "he called out.

"….. The falling star from glory.. thank you.. in my last Śhinnou you greeted me to the linniq. You opened the gate for me to pass through".

Aya shuddered at her dad's performance.

Frightened, disbelief, apprehensive. Nothing could describe her mental state.

Looking in awe she muttered out "Fath… father why…".

Grasping her face she peered deep into her soul, blaming herself, refusing to accept what had just happened.

"Lookin… at you... I see the Śeingtt. The Śeinq you will become…. The ruby dragon has marked you, I see".

He bulged out a pool of blood.

"Father…. Father... no don't leave me.." she let out one last cry.

"It's my time..... Aya. Don't worry".

He coughed before spitting out a large pool of blood.

"The dragon shall protect you".

"How do you know of the drag…..".

He bloated his crippled lungs and spoke out "the Śeingtt reveal all at the spawn of death. Life is given, life is taken. But death isn't the end, it's the spawn of the soul that lives on. Never muddy your sweet soul Aya".

Aya shook her head in a confusion of his words.

"Stop speaking in parables and sa…save your strength" she cried out, firmly gripping his hands.

"The sands Aya,… the sands of Eein. I see them in you... ohh how wonderful they are….. how they sway, the valleys of Saiyn' Saiyn. You must go, your helpers and people await… the chasms of Tajhn'kl in the west".

His eyes wandered around the room. Scanning the roof. He stared at it, his pupil navigating it like a constellation of the sky.

"I see further than us all....".

"I see it all Aya, …. Your sister Shassii the strength within her shall".

He spat out, spewing in blood in pain as his drool overseeded his lips.

"Consume her…. Guide her to harness it" he tightly dug his fingers into her shoulders.

Lojjuinn lost the strength in his arms, as he was falling. Aya quailed at the sight.

"Send me off Aya, there's no time for fun..eral rites… send me off to the Linniq, heavens of old".

He convulsed as his eyes wept out, smirking at the roof.

Waggling the dagger in her hand, she pressed down harder into him. Easing into him, his strength depleted as his life lost.

A thousand thoughts plagued her mind.

What if?? How and why's.

She felt like she was at the fountain again. With the Śeingtts & Śeikl fighting for her mind, this time with her grief. He landed on the ground, coughing and spitting out blood. His life seeped from him with the stone on the dagger glistening.

"Aya, keep your mother's last keepsake and ….. run. Always remember, .... this is death and this is what death and ascension looks like..." his eyes slowly started to close.

Aya rejected it, crying out to him. Her head resting once again on his bulging chest.

He poked her head, teasing her.

"This awaits, this shall.... come".

Another spew of blood flooded his mouth as he gaped to release the flow.

"Soon we shall....".

"Become one!" they both finished.

She lifted her head to meet his eyes one last time, slowly dragging her tears on his skinny chest.

He rubbed her chin.

"My sweet Aya, never forget. Outside is Outside, inside is inside" he signed in the air as he croaked with a smile on his face.

His eyes shut.

The last sign was cut short, as his arm fell to the ground.

Aya was now alone, she wept and wept, rejecting the idea of his death.

Pleading aloud.

Her brain started to panic.

Maybe if he had the water. Maybe he's not dead. Maybe he will survive. Maybe he is lost.

Her mind thrust and her thoughts volleyed around, broke her under it all…..

He let out one last few words "I can see the vision of light and darkness in your eyes….. the star that fell. Sands,.... the white sand....".

With that, he passed on.

The room fell silent only her whines and grumbles could be heard under her frustration. She banged her fist on the floor until blood seeped onto it. Her eyes were red and she gritted her teeth tearing into her lip.

"RRRRRRRRRRR"

"ARRRRRRR RRRRRR"

Her tongue started bleeding under the pressure as she bit down on it.

Outside was quiet with the wind rustling through. No more rain, no more mist.

Just calm and solace.

The smell of Dead bodies swayed through the air, dampening the soft smell of flowers the village harvested. The fires flickered around and ceased becoming ashes leaving behind ruins of a once-great town of R'einsel leveled.