My name may mean light, but right now I feel all hopeless on the inside.

I was currently laying on the floor with a bleeding head, my body weak on energy and magic. At this rate, my magic will be too slow to heal me before I die.

I groan in agony as I try to reach a hand at my brothers' retreating backs. None looking back.

Leo, Luwian and Lantheer were my brothers and even now as I currently struggle for my life, they didn't care.

Soon, they disappear out of sight and my hand drops. It was becoming difficult to breathe now.

Up above I hear the painful cry of my friend and only companion as he circles me.

Austen.

I smile one last time before my vision turns all blurry now. But I don't fail to miss the flash of movement around me before I lose consciousness.

Completely.