The room around her seemed to steadily pulse just below her senses. She couldn't see so much as feel the steady rhythm of the room, and it unnerved her. Rooms weren't alive, couldn't live and breathe. Yet here they were in a room that seemed to do just that. The chilling miasma that seemed to seep from every part of the room made her shiver, and it took all her might to focus on the man in front of her. Burningwood, the man behind the man. Hell, the man behind every damn thing that they had gone through. Slowly, a new surge of anger started to flow through her, burning away the dread that this place was instilling. He spoke a few words, words that didn't even reach Bryn's ears as she drew back the string of her bow, an arrow of light materializing as she did so. "This is for my family," she muttered as she loosed it. Burning wood managed to easily sidestep it, and with that the real fight started. Her allies all moved in, and although Bryn stayed close enough to see every expression on Burningwood's face, she knew better than to get too close. They had fought before, and if Bryn had learned anything all those years ago, it was that Burningwood always had a trick or two up his sleeve. She could almost feel the echo of pain from her former scar, although the symbol on her hand had long since healed.
Arrow after arrow missed her target, and although her friends were doing a good job holding him off, Bryn felt her self-doubt nagging at her. As she watched Quilli fall, her thoughts became too much. She moved to him, tears steadily falling. This is my fault. I'm useless; I couldn't even help them. It was so comsuming that she almost didn't notice the failt, pearly white glow her tear had taken on, the way her energy seemed to diminish, but also the way Quilli looked as if he hadn't been touched this whole time.
As her friend rose and she continued firing arrows, Bryn's thoughts seemed to grow heavier, physically weighing her down. Each arrow fired, wach easy dodge was met with a new round of mental bombardment. Useless. Worthless. Annoying. A burden. Every new word made her cringe, sometimes visibly. The energy was seeping out of her, and ever so slowly the voice in her head turned from mocking words and became more sinister. They won't even notice if you're gone. They may even celebrate it. Your clan doesn't care. Your friends don't care. No one cares. Eventually, even those shifted. No longer was it you but instead her own voice. I'm not going to be missed... I do nothing but get in the way... I should just die. With that last thought echoing through her head, Bryn notched one last arrow and fired. Her eyes slid closed moments after it hit, and the smallest of smiles slid onto her face. None of her friends were around, none close enough to her her final words as her heart stopped beating.
"Not...completely... useless."
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