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Lorcan

Lorcan could feel a roaring in his head, building to a crescendo. Everything else faded away, his senses centering on Niarok rocking his sister’s body, trying to revive her.

He had the distinct feeling of someone speaking to him. Daire perhaps, though he didn’t care to look. He wouldn’t have the energy to anyway. All he could do was stare at her crumpled body on the ground.

How could this have happened? And so fast too-

He should have been at her side. He should have – been there. To protect her.

His jaw shook. He was useless – just a blasted, good for nothing, piece of-

Lorcan couldn’t remember walking, but suddenly he had dropped to his knees beside a sobbing Niarok. His jaw twitched, his shoulders shaking slightly as he forced himself to look at Yila.

Her burn injuries – they were too serious. Even if he had been there to help her – she would have still died on impact. He turned away, staring at the dusty ground.

He should have been there to save her. Wasn’t he one of the strongest here? Then how could-

He squeezed his eyes shut as forbidden thoughts arose in his head, and he saw that cheeky, brunette little girl. Wind blew through her long hair, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She was pulling him towards the cliffs, to a secret place that only belonged to them. “Come one, slow coach, we have to get there before the tide comes in!”

“I guess I’ll just have to save you from the big bad sea then, won’t I?” Lorcan winked at her.

She cackled, the sound contagious in his ears.

Lorcan shook the memory away, and rubbed his eyes. His chest was heavy with dark emotions, with burdens too many to count.

This was the second time he had failed to protect a girl his heart yearned to be near to.