TITLE: Race to 100 Deaths
GENRE: Dark Fantasy
Baron Emeric has injected parasites into the elves which are draining their energy. Drinking blood would feed the parasites and make them strong again. Sable has stabbed himself, choosing death over the other options.
Daon's pupils were as wide and wild as Sable's. "Do you not feel the pain? Does his fate not even tempt you?"
Tilara dropped her head to the table and covered her head with both arms, trying to block out Sable's thrashing and moaning. She did not know when she fell asleep, only that daylight came through the window when she opened her eyes.
Daon slept curled by the door where she had last seen him. She slowly turned to the bed. Sable had his back to her, unmoving. "Is it done?" Legs wobbling, Tilara walked over to lower herself on the edge of the bed. Her hand shook as she reached out to turn Sable over.
Sable's eyes were closed. The bleeding had stopped. Tilara pressed her fingers to the side of his neck. A pulse, faint, but unmistakable. She sighed, her shoulders dropping, unsure whether to feel relief or disappointment. A hand grasped her wrist and she jerked.
Sable's eyes had opened and his fingers tightened on her. His words were raspy. "I cannot even kill myself. They won't let me die." His cheeks, stained with dried tears, were joined by fresh drops. "Why won't I die?"
Daon spoke from the floor. "Two months. In two months you will get your wish, as Emeric's mages break your vial. I don't know if it is the worms or the magic, but it seems we are stuck with this condition. No escape."