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Aksel sat silently as his ward—his life—went on to explain the parts of the story that had always been a mystery, parts he never thought he’d know. The blade envisioned the broken pieces, gathering them until the full puzzle was finished. His chest squeezed in a way that made his lungs sting with a sharp, stabbing pain each time he took even the smallest of breaths.
So, Solvi’s mother had aided in the escape. While Aksel also did not wish for her to be forced into an undesired partnership, he couldn’t shake the sickening knot in his stomach. How many had known? Was it truly just the two of them? Why did they not seek his help? Did he not matter? Was his service so useless that he couldn’t be trusted? No. No, Aksel knew that Solvi wouldn’t have felt that way. He knew she would only do what she felt was best for all of them. But how? How could she have thought that vanishing without a word was what was best for him? He should have had a say in the matter of what he did or did not know. How could Solvi make such a choice? How could leaving him in the dark be what she felt was best?
The story only grew worse, nearly making bile rise in his throat. Aksel’s eyes grew slightly wider at the realization. In his absence, during this ruse, Solvi slipped… She had actually died, after all. The end result was waking near Dawnbreak, in whatever world this was, and now called it home. Shakily, the man exhaled, visions of Solvi from the cave of horrors flashed in his mind. Was what he’d seen then just a vision from their real home?
Aksel clenched his jaw, his stoic expression shifting into something stormy and broken.
With immense pressure, Aksel ground his teeth.
Aksel sat silently as his ward—his life—went on to explain the parts of the story that had always been a mystery, parts he never thought he’d know. The blade envisioned the broken pieces, gathering them until the full puzzle was finished. His chest squeezed in a way that made his lungs sting with a sharp, stabbing pain each time he took even the smallest of breaths.
So, Solvi’s mother had aided in the escape. While Aksel also did not wish for her to be forced into an undesired partnership, he couldn’t shake the sickening knot in his stomach. How many had known? Was it truly just the two of them? Why did they not seek his help? Did he not matter? Was his service so useless that he couldn’t be trusted? No. No, Aksel knew that Solvi wouldn’t have felt that way. He knew she would only do what she felt was best for all of them. But how? How could she have thought that vanishing without a word was what was best for him? He should have had a say in the matter of what he did or did not know. How could Solvi make such a choice? How could leaving him in the dark be what she felt was best?
The story only grew worse, nearly making bile rise in his throat. Aksel’s eyes grew slightly wider at the realization. In his absence, during this ruse, Solvi slipped… She had actually died, after all. The end result was waking near Dawnbreak, in whatever world this was, and now called it home. Shakily, the man exhaled, visions of Solvi from the cave of horrors flashed in his mind. Was what he’d seen then just a vision from their real home?
Aksel clenched his jaw, his stoic expression shifting into something stormy and broken.
I chose for my life to be dedicated to you… It was not just an order I felt obligated to follow, I have never wished for my role to be different,Since the very first time he’d seen Solvi he wanted to be by her side until the end of their days.
To have you just—just vanish…his tone cracked briefly, an evident display of the agony he still felt plagued by.
I have never yearned for death before that moment, but when you were presumed dead, I no longer wanted to exist. Waking up each passing day without you has been a curse, I wished for my suffering to end.The blade’s eyes flickered away, focusing on a snow covered pine in a direction away from Solvi. Aksel had asked The Mother for death, multiple times during their estrangement.
I will not be able to handle you vanishing again, Solvi…Truly, he would go mad if she slipped through his grasp a second time. He’d barely survived the first.
With immense pressure, Aksel ground his teeth.
We will spend a day together soon. We can speak of our days between then and now. We will—we will speak of Sólskin and of Dawnbreak and every moment between.The man’s heart shattered within him, knowing heavily how he would have to tell her soon, of Sólskin and its fate. But what would Solvi do? What would she feel?
