There was blood everywhere. It was all around me, on my clothes, on my hands and on the ground. Morganna lay there motionless in the rain her veins tainted with black poison. It stood out against her cold, pale skin. The black blood was oozing out from her side. It was thick and sludgy. The metallic scent of blood hung in the air and suffocated me. Kheelan knelt by my side and attempted to comfort me, but it was useless. I had committed the ultimate sin. Nothing would ever be the same again.

I looked at the once beautiful Morganna and gagged at the sight of her. Her round heart shaped face was hollow and haggard. Her eyes that were once filled with mischief and life, were dead and glassy. Her cheeks were hollow and her once voluminous hair was limp and plastered to her face. Tears welled up in my eyes and I couldn't stop them from rolling down my cheeks. Once I began I couldn't stop. My quiet sobs became louder and louder until the transformed into ugly shrieks.

Kheelan tried to console me but it only made it worse. He kept on muttering that he loved me and we would get through it, but the only as I could think of was how I didn't deserve it. I had turned myself into a monster for nothing. The war was still raging on in the background and the blight was still spreading. The only thing Kheelan should've felt for me was disgust and hatred. He shouldn't have consoled me but shunned me instead. It would have made everything easier if he had just abandoned me, but he stayed, and that made everything harder.

The sound of metal clashing against metal was getting closer and closer. Cries of agony filled the air. A twig snapped behind us. A human had snuck behind us without us realising. He caught a glimpse of Morganna's corpse in my arm and paused for a moment. A twisted smile grew on his face and he came charging towards me with his sword unsheathed. I closed my eyes and brace myself for the blow, but it never came. Instead a warm liquid sprayed my face. I opened my eyes and saw the sword pierced through Kheelan's chest. The warrior pulled out the sword and Kheelan crumpled to the ground.

I was paralysed by grief. As his breathing became heavier and rougher, he told me to run. To run and not turn back. To leave him behind. Then his breathing slowed down until it stopped all together. Dead. He was dead. I opened my mouth to scream at the loss of my lover but the scream was stopped in my throat. An excruciating pain blossomed in my chest. I was in pain. So much pain. I couldn't move or think. This was punishment. Punishment for what I did to Morganna and dragging Kheelan into it. As my vision became, I didn't fight death but embraced it, letting the darkness swallow me whole. The last thing I heard was a triumphant war cry before everything was silent.

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