Miccah is in the medicinal den and has been for the past few weeks.
@Aideen @Paschal @Enia @Adimar
It was time. He knew, he knew but he he yearned for more time. One by one they had fallen, yet the Woodlands had rose again, but now...now Miccah didn't know what the future held. His sickness had returned, and this time with a vengeance. Aideen seemed to have tried everything, but her solutions were temporary. Whatever concoction she gave him would work for a few days and the ex king would start to feel marginally better, but then the medicine would wear off and he would be right back where he started - his lungs feeling like they could barely take in air and the incessant pain in his chest. He was tired, so damn tired. He hadn't ever wanted it to end this way. He had always been strong for his family and for his pack, and here he was, the weakest version of himself he had ever been. He wanted to be strong for them. He needed to be strong for them. For his mate, his children, and the few others that had remained. Miccah called for his wife then. "Aideen." He lifted his blue gaze to the entrance, his blue gaze strong. Because even though he was weak, even though he was dying, he was still Miccah Athesila. The man who had lived and breathed for the Woodlands even before he took reign. The man who had poured his soul into making it thrive - even when his heart had been broken, even when Nina had fallen, and even when his soul was in pieces. He was the man who Nina had entrusted. He had fallen in love within these lands, had raised his children in these lands...it was only fitting that he die in these lands too. A bittersweet smile curved upon his maw as he called out to his wife once more, "My light, my love..." It was time. ”Speech” |