This is the Last Night You'll Stand Alone

[Lucy Delacour]

Lucy moaned weakly as she opened her eyes that morning, her blonde curls matted together clinging to the sweat that poured down her cheeks. The fever raging inside her small frame sent aching chills through the young elf. She shooed away the swarm of doctors that tried to tend to her. Lucy HATED doctors, hated them with a passion ever since she was a child. So, even now as she was suspected to be lying on her death bed, her once bright blue eyes now a dull shade of gray, she only had thoughts of her green eyed angel. Hailey sat by her mother's side, hoping the letter she'd sent to her father would arrive soon.

"Leave me 'lone," Lucy's words began to slur together now as her breathing shallowed, her pulse was weak and thready. It would only be hours before Lucy would permanently succumb to the darkness that was ever so slowly draining the life out of her.

[Zeke Daniels]

Zeke was wondering around in the forest, the idea of finally marrying Lucy had him extremely excited that he couldn't sit if his life depended on it. Though he knew that Lucy's condition would get worse and worse, until either she was completely happy with Zeke and Hailey both at her side or until her soul finally left he body and fled into the vast, darkness of the void. He kept the dark thoughts in the back of his head, trying to ignore them and study on the bright idea of marriage. It was working until a carrier bird landed on his shoulder, with a tiny note wrapped around its' leg. Zeke smiled and took the letter from the bird and unfolded it and began to read.

His outlook on the situation went from optimistic to dreadful in a couple minutes. The letter was from his daughter Hailey, it was informing him on her mother's condition, which was steadily getting worse. She was in the Elf Kingdom and refused any and all medical treatment from the doctors. Stubborn Lucy was when it came to doctors, this is where Hailey got her stubborness from. He folded the note up and jammed it into his pocket before taking off towards the kingdom.

[Lucy Delacour]

By late afternoon, Lucy's condition had grown far worse, her fever peaking at a dangerous 103.8. When she did open her eyes, as rare as the occurrence had become, it was merely a fraction of an inch. Her slurred words were now nothing more than pained moans and groans. Lucy Delacour was most certainly on death's doorstep.

[Grace Diary]

I saw someone almost dying in my mirror. I took of my heavy clothes and ran into the forest to get the poor child.

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