The Storm is gone.
Something slips out of me with every breath, and I think I’m leaving, I’m slipping away. I don’t want to die; I wanted to live, and I wanted to protect them all, everyone I’ve loved and everyone else, those I might’ve loved, with a little more time.
A hand finds mine, holding tight. Dalca’s eyes shine, and he won’t let go, not until the end, but the end is here.
“Vesper...” He brushes the hair from my face. I look up, past him.
A different darkness closes in at the edges of my vision.
I want to gaze upon it one last time, before I go.
An endless sky.