Introduced to a world where mana means power Ember Avest is forced to recognize the world she knew is no more. Helping Mereolena Vermillion return to Clover Kingdom through a dimensional portal, Ember is unable to return home and effectively strande...
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A/N: Here! Take it! What y'all been waiting for. I present this work after 8 shots of espresso so I hope I do it justice.
White nothingness was all he knew. As far as the eye could see, no matter the direction he traveled there was nothing. Only the sound of his footsteps could be heard as he continued to forage forward, clutching his right shoulder where his arm used to be. There was nothing to indicate the passage of time. How long has he been here? Hours? Days? Or even, dare he say, months? The last thing he remembered was following along with the terrorist's plans to assassinate him. He had willingly went through that portal during the attack on the capital to get to the bottom of it all. But when he emerged, who he met there shocked him. For it was William of the Golden Dawn that stood there, waiting for him. Although their conversation was brief Fuegoleon remembered being shocked as William transformed into another unique individual before his very eyes. It was that individual who then attacked him, severing his right arm and taking the necklace handed down to each head of the Vermillion household.
By all accounts he should be dead. The jarring shock to his system, the amount of blood he lost, his mana evaporated. He should have died when his body was spit back out of that portal. The lion vaguely remembers her crying over him as she tried to stop his fatal injuries. And all he could think of in that moment was how sorry he was. Sorry that his inexperience with this kind of betrayal would mean he would have to leave her. Leave her like so many before had done, for he remembered how many times she cried over the nightmares she had of Alec's and Thalia's death. She had finally found happiness, family and love with him and he was about to take that with him to his grave. All he wanted was to protect. Protect the kingdom, protect the citizens and protect her. For she was the light on the darkest days, a new source of fuel to feed the fire in his heart. And yet, he knew his sudden death would tear her apart, just as the thought of loosing her killed him.
Fuegoleon clearly remembered those last thoughts. He should have been dead right? That is until she broke the seal. He remembered his consciousness slipping into the abyss when he felt the sudden return of his mana. There was so much being fed into his system that he could feel his soul, once drifting away, being yanked back down into his damaged vessel. He wanted to tell her to stop. That releasing that power was not worth it, even if it meant saving his life. But he couldn't, because as soon as he tried to wake up he was pulled back down into this white abyss, unable to fully wake.
It was soon after the attack that he was greeted by the undertaker. The one named Helia. She was tall, much taller than he. And the air she had was cold and unnerving. Like all of the joy and happiness of the world had been sucked out and there was never a chance to feel the sun ever again. The ten foot slender woman was so pale he could see her black veins underneath her nearly translucent skin. She walked silently too, her long black hair trailed behind her on the ground like a python. But what was most unnerving to Fuegoleon was her face. The pointed ears were not as prominent as the inky black brush strokes across her face. These were marking he had seen time and time again, specifically on Ember's chest every time they made love. However this creature in front of him, eyes black like space itself, held no love. This being was the embodiment hatred and sadness itself.
