She was hurting so bad. The girl wanted to open her mouth and tell them that this was hurting her. With golden eyes adjusting after the shock of the fall, the dark form of the horrible woman was approaching still. Another whimper managed to press its way out through her tightly shut lips and she attempted to reach for the strange thing chaining her to earth. She needed to run; it was not yet time to sleep. Her one free arm started to float upwards to the unknown creature above her, but pain flashed and quickly brought it to the ground with another anchor of pain forced it into the soft dirt. She wanted to breathe. It was hard to decipher her body’s silent signals through the haze of glowing hot pain, but her lungs screamed for air and she started her attempts to gulp it down through the great pain radiating from her broken rib.
A blue form manifested on the ground close by her face now, and golden eyes struggled to focus on her spirit guide. She had always been a stubborn soul; had never fully managed to appreciate the gift it was having her own spirit guide. Regret was a common emotion within a dying soul and salt crystal mingled with the liquid gold of her orbs. Around her spring was still warm and inviting, waiting eagerly for summer to stun the world with its beauty. Noir would be there to see the beauty, the second summer of her life. She had believed she would. It was unthinkable that she wouldn’t be there to see it all. Of course she would see all her loved ones again. Her weeping orbs searched for Babyduck; but her vision was clinging to colourful images of people and places that she knew she had to see one last time.
Noir felt a warm breath brushing against her ivory cheek before everything was taken from her. There was pain, but that was not what the girl though of as she died. She thought of her family. She thought of the rainbows of flowers she would run through when spring ripened into summer. She thought about butterflies and oddly shaped clouds, and it struck her that she could no longer see the sky ahead. Night and its darkness were approaching swiftly. She had always been afraid of the dark. Kinigisdi’s song faded from her conscience and the bluebird was gone. She was alone.
She had expected loneliness to remain when darkness swallowed everything, but she was wrong. There were no more monsters, no more pain here. Kinigisdi remained; seated on her shoulder as the girl walked away through fields of gold.