Her tattoos were glowing, lights streaming out from them and her body curled as if every bone had been broken. She fell to the ground as the light reversed, her entire body weak and faint, her tattoos still glowing like the ember of a flame.
She was quiet, her eyes weak as the glow left them, draining away. “What...” she croaked, her voice almost sounding burned. “What took you... what took you so long...?”
Stephanie was arguing with the King, whose back was to them. “We will never come back,” she said hotly. “We will take her and you will never hear from us again.” “She needs to die,” he replied. “There are no uncertainties here.
“This is no debate,” she replied. “She only returned for a sense of duty; she has no interest in ruling, but she felt that it was right.” Anya rested her head against his heart, her brows furrowing and her eyes dull. She didn’t seem very focused, her hand flat against his chest. The King tilted his head sharply. “She will not leave,” he said tersely. “She is a threat.”
"She is hardly a threat," he said hotly, going to join Stephanie. "You have the same powers and you're more of a threat to us."
“I am not fearful of the safety of the people,” he replied sharply before noticing Anya. “You’ve calmed down. Excellent.” Anya glanced over at him blearily, her fingers curling in Basel’s shirt worriedly. He gestured to Basel. “Set her down.”
“You do not understand the balance you are messing with, mortal,” he said sharply. “Anya must not be known.” Anya looked up at Basel for a moment before shifting slightly. “It’s alright, Baze. Set me down.”
She was unsteady and weak on her feet, swaying dangerously. She eyed the King, the tattoos that laced up her neck still glowing weakly. “I don’t...” She hesitated, leaning on Basel for support. After a moment, she sighed, extending a hand. A warm glow grew, soft and gentle as it moved towards the King. He paused, alarm crossing his face before he swayed sleepily, leaning against the wall.
He fell back and Anya’s fingers curled into her palm as the King fell asleep, passing out against the wall. She squinted before dropping her hand, looking drained. “I’m so tired, Baze,” she mumbled.
Stephanie nodded, looking over her shoulder. “We should be free; this meeting was supposed to be secretive.” She began leaving, heading down the hallway.
