She was dying. It wasn't meant to end this way, the prophecy said she would end it but here she was a broken Queen dying on an accursed land.
She took a step, than another. Every step feeling like her last. When her broken legs could take no more it collapsed but she couldn't stop no matter what. Battered hands began to crawl dragging her body little by little. From above she would probably look like a ghoul but she did not care.
Nine lives, eight times she had been killed and she could not die this final time. She could not afford the luxury of dying, not even if she wanted to and God knew she did. She wanted to escape the binding pain she was feeling but she couldn't, too many lives depended on her, too much blood was on her hand, too heavy a burden was upon her shoulder.
She had worn the crown, claimed it and "heavy is the head that wears the crown". Now she had to do all she could to stop him from destroying her world. It was the least she could do.
He looked down upon her as she dragged her broken body across the field. He had never met a soul as stubborn as her. Tobias warned him and now he had met his match once again.
He looked into. into the sky and back at her little body and sighed.
" It seems it's time to meet my mate".