Change of Heart – Part 7

This chapter was written in collaboration with Scylla.

A flood of relief Amon didn’t expect washed over his body, leaving him laughing loud and long in his trademark way. He’d really not expected to get out of that in one piece… and here there had been no real danger at all in the end!

“S-such irony!” The Elezen laughed so hard he could hardly speak, gold eyes focused teasingly on Scylla’s frustration. Sure, that might land him in trouble, but it was worth it.

“My props to your former master… whomever he may have been.”

There were no words.

Just a scream of piercing unadulterated rage, directed at the laughing bard before her. He always had a way of getting out of things.  And in the end his feelings of heartfelt remorse were simply falsehoods to get out of the latest bind.

Any rational musings that Scylla had were washed away in a red wash of pure anger.  She didn’t even think about the fact that she was pushing into her life-aether reserves as she unleashed a wild wave of biting wind energy within the enclosed space of the lab.   

There was pleasure as the node smashed against one wall, and rebounded against another.  Pure relief as debris was lifted all across the room, and crashed into the Elezen’s prone form.

She didn’t even notice it leaving hairline slices into her own skin, until she felt the panel smash into her ankle.  She could hear the internal snap as her already weakened bones broke, sending her unceremoniously crashing down to the floor.

There was darkness broken only by a small flickering of light, from the crushed and dented node.  She could see in the distance, it playing a damaged vid-image from the deepest storage memory over and over again, struggling to remain powered as dynamic-aetherfluid seeped from the seams.  A soft, familiar voice spoke from the light, which became suddenly recognizable.

“We still -nuuuur-  have another 6,842,341 flavor combinations -bzzt- to try at the confectionary! Come on, my little dragonbait! Let’s go!”

It kept repeating over and over.  

It was her Dad’s image.  Horror filled her as the realization clicked.  The node belonged to her father.  Her long dead father.

She couldn’t remember if she screamed before the darkness took her.

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