Move while the day is new

The sensation of cold dead leaves and wet earth tingled Miraye’s fingertips. She watched Tic the whole night and once dawn hit, the boy looked startled while his eyes remained closed. A small shudder ran down his body and she knew he was going to wake up. His saw his eyelids flutter and snap open. He saw his expression as he tried to decipher their surroundings. All the while she remained still and stroked the top of his hair. For a moment Tic looked unsure and quickly raised his head off her lap. They both stared at each other, his hands on the mud stricken land and hers folded on her lap.

He still looked like he was trying to gather up his thoughts and conclude of what was going on when his breath hitched. That was when he whispered as he stared at the ground. Miraye couldn’t hear him much, but she understood his words clearly.

"We've got to tell them… We've got to warn The Sink."

Yes. The Sink. She had heard of this particular group many times before. She remembered how they rebelled against that one day where all of this led them. Tic tried to save her that day but Larkin carried him away. She freed herself somehow and that’s when she took half of the city down with her into Hades. When she felt scared and alone as she couldn’t hear nor see anything. Her heart swelled at the thought. It stopped in mid steps because a quick pain seared through her body. She still hadn’t healed after all. It was probably less than six hours when she came back.

Her brown eyes focused back on the top of Tic’s head. He saw his fingers clutch the ground and dig themselves into the soft dirt. Her eyes dulled while she stared at him. She had only noticed how tired she was herself. But she was dead for a while. That was rest enough for what would lay ahead.

Her eyes wandered to his back. He was still wearing the clothes Larkin had suited on him. It was white as hers but was now toiled with dirt and blood. Both in colors of ebony and scarlet red. She looked at herself. There were rips in abrupt places revealing her snow pale skin. The soft purple has faded away with the rain and the tail of her gown was covered in dirt from the dirt. She only got the gown yesterday. Stelon and Imera were with her when she sweet-talked the owner of the shop. Shortly after he beat him and they went off to steal some dresses. She felt a little twinge of guilt even though she’s stolen many things of higher value.

Then it was after that they met they saw a black winged angel carrying a blue haired menace. Farrago was as pale as her; her eye looked distant and with her was Matthias who quarreled with her. What happened to them? Miraye looked over at the castle and caught a shimmering silver catch her eye with the soft rays of the sun. It was a metallic arm and it only told her that the man who vexed her was long gone now. And Farrago had probably flown back to the skies above. It was nice to meet them. Even if it was only for a short time.

Memories just kept skipping into another. The colors of the ball danced in her mind and her eyes remained at the castle. She didn’t blink and didn’t want to move her eyes. Seryale was there. How he held her hand, how he smelt of wild flowers and his gentle smile soothed her. His eyes quieted the anger and kissed her soul. She still did love him so. But how was she able to let go of that night? Her heart swelled again and another sharp pain ran through.

She blinked and her eyes stung from how dry there were getting. Miraye turned her head at Tic who was still staring at the ground. Her eyes returned to normal and without looking at him, she cracked her knuckles. This must’ve surprised him for she heard him stir.

“Get up,” she said in monotone color. “I wasn’t brought back from the dead just to watch you wallow in the dirt.” Miraye stood up and patted the dry mud off her dress. He looked up at her and did the same. She took his hand and led them back to the village nearby.