Chapter Four:
(Ten minutes later)
I was propped up against a wall, most likely forgotten about. I couldn't hear much anymore, only very muffled shouts and the occasional clang of metal on metal. I couldn't see anything, seeing as I hardly had the strength to open them.
I sighed to myself, I failed them...and I was so close to...
Then, I felt something touch my chin and lift my head up.
"Chrysalis...it's over. " He said, the one who I should've taken care of a long time ago: Aeris.
I spat in the direction his hooves were.
"You had a chance to redeem yourself. To set everything right. For there not to be countless casualties. You've failed, Chrysalis." The disgrace continued.
I started to speak, but Aeris cut me off.
"You're a dead changeling, Chrysalis." The bluntness of the statement caught me off guard. I looked down to find that I was indeed a dead changeling.
A spear found it's way in between my ribs and into my right lung. I wondered how I failed to notice it.
When I looked up, my son had gone away.
Until now, I had never felt so alone.
The sounds of battle faded from my ears, as well as the rest of my senses.
Today was supposed to be perfect, I thought.