As Briar Rosenfall battled her way through the raging warfield around her, killing whatever she could, she kept her eyes peeled for her friends. So that if, by chance, a blade took her, she'd at least be able to see them one last time.

The rain began pouring faster, showering the frenzied fighters with its might. But still, they soldiered on. Blades clashed, their mighty clanging drowning out the thunder and constant pitter patter of the rain. Blood- bleeding, dying victims with blood of every color you could imagine laid in the grass that slowly turned to mud as the battle continued on.

The silver haired fae found herself paired up against an orc. A giant, green brute with a brutal looking spiked club in his hands that were large enough to rip a tree out of the ground with little to no effort at all.

Immediately, she sprung to action, darting between his legs. The first basic step to fighting an orc. Basic maneuvers even a babe could do.

While the orc spun around, confused, she climbed onto his shoulders, using his greasy black ponytail as a climbing rope.

A guttural screech emerged from the now seriously ticked off creature. No one could understand an orc- they were too dumb to speak a common or learnable language.

"What's up, greenbean? Upset over an unwanted passenger?" Offering him a smirk, she tugged on his nose ring. "C'mon, bucko! Ride, ride!"

Of course the orc struggled to pry her off of his shoulders. But Briar patiently held on, biding her time. She leapt off  of his shoulders right before he crashed into a tree.

This is probably the most brutal war I've seen. She thought to herself, landing on her feet. I just hope the others are doing okay.

Breaking into a sprint, Briar charged off to find someone, anyone she happened to recognize or know. Praying to whatever deities out there that her friends were safe. That her family, no matter how much she hated them, remained okay.

Vivienne and Dante were working together, fighting back to back against advancing enemies. Foxglove couldn't be too far, she knew. Where the fae and dragon duo were, Foxglove Stormteller was as well.

She didn't dare call out his name, in fear that he was in the middle of a fight and would get distracted from hearing someone calling his name, slip up, and get killed.

Morelle would definitely kill her if her son died.

All of a sudden, a kitsune jumped her. Kitsunes normally stayed out of the Fae wars, what was one doing here? She reacted quickly, pulling out her spear and driving it off. Or at least she was trying to.

This one would not leave easily, charging at her with the long black katanas they held in both hands. So, she stayed and fought, trying to keep her cool. Any mistake could lead to her death. The seer had told her that any choice she made could lead to a terrible fate. If the battle went well, she could keep her sight and her friends. If not, well...Blindness and the loss of everyone she loved would be waiting for her.

She never saw the sword strike, just a blur of purple and green in front of her. Briar blinked slowly as the body crashed to the ground, recognition sending an alarm through her head. There was only one thing she could think to do.

Scream. A loud, mournful scream,tearing through the rain, the fighting, the sounds of dying all around her.

"Foxglove!" She dropped to her knees, pulling the boy into her lap. Blood pooled out of the sword wound through his back, the rain turning the red liquid into a calm pink.

"Bri..." Foxglove managed to say, his eyes fluttering between open and closed.

"Y-you're going to be okay. We can get you to a medic, a-and then you'll be okay and we can go eat lunch behind the waterfall again." Briar spoke quickly, her voice quickly rising into a panic. He couldn't die, she wouldn't let him.

"Briar, please.."

She looked down at the dying young man in her lap. The one she had hated at first, the beautiful fae she'd learned to love over time. "No...I won't let you die!'

"I love you." He rasped, lifting his hand up to cup her cheek. "Remember..that."

"No...Foxglove..."

His eyes closed. His chest stopped rising and falling. There was no response.

She screamed. Once. Twice. Three times.

He was gone, Foxglove was dead and gone.

"I'll kill you!" Briar screamed to no one in particular, glancing around wildly. "You'll pay!" No one responded, stepped forward.

The fighting continued, leaving the girl sobbing over the lost lover bleeding all over her lap.

No... It can't be real. He'll wake up  soon. He'll be okay. I know it... Tears trickled down her face, unstoppable and real. Deep down in her heart, in her soul, she knew that he had stopped breathing for good.

Foxglove Stormteller was dead.