Yvall watched as she fell to the ground, coughing violently. It was happening. Yvall's sister had been ill for months. Doctors gathered from far away to try and treat her ailment, but it was useless. Whatever May had was unique to her and there was no cure. She and Yvall knew her time in this world was coming to an end, and that moment was upon them.
In the courtyard of the castle, Yvall sprinted towards her and kneeled down. "Yvall... help me," she muttered through her raspy coughing. Yvall could see more and more blood each time she coughed. He slid both arms under her and picked her up, cradling her in his arms, and sprinted towards the castle doors from the center of the courtyard. He put forth his shoulder and rammed open the large wooden doors into the grand hall of the castle.
"You have more time, I know you do. This can't be the day you die, May!" he spoke through tears flowing down his face. He sprinted all the way until he fell upon a small set of red velvet-laid stairs. He fell to his knees with May still in his hands and looked up. Looking back with a stone-faced expression, gripping the sides of his throne, was Yvall's father, the king.
"Father, she's on her last breaths!" Yvall yelled, pleading. "Anything else important I must know?" The king questioned. "You have it right? I know you have something for her!"
"Not for her, Yvall, you know this," the king explained. "You can stop this, father. You have the power!" Yvall yelled in desperation. When they both noticed the ambient sounds of heavy breathing had stopped, nothing but the buzzing of crickets outside and the echoes of their arguments was the only thing filling the castle. May had died in Yvall's arms.
The king's head slowly looked down while his eyes stayed trained on Yvall. "Rest in peace, my beloved daughter," the king sighed. Yvall looked at the king in defeat, a mortified expression on his face. "... How could you say that? You have the option to bring her back, you bastard!" Yvall yelled. "I will not tolerate this level of disrespect from my own son. That power is reserved for you and me!" the king barked. "While, yes, of course, I do value her life, Yvall, it's foolish to waste such a miracle on somebody who would waste it," the king continued.
The king slowly rose from his throne and walked off to his personal chambers, each step echoing through the halls. Suddenly, May's personal butler, Koby, put his hand on my shoulder. Koby was no older than 15 and was not just May's servant but her best friend too. Yvall looked up towards Koby, tears streaming down both of their faces. Yvall stood up from his kneeling position and walked towards the king's empty throne. Yvall gently placed her body on the throne. Koby and Yvall both stood there in silence, reflecting on what just took place. The sun gleamed through the cathedral-like windows of the castle onto May's body laid on a bed of velvet.