Ghi'or (Conclusion)

Anna…Anna…His mind is crying out for her but she is nowhere near. He keeps on holding on to his last shred of hope as if he will hear her voice again. Yet, there is nothing. Her voice is gone. The last thing he remembers is her lifeless body being carried away by the Dark One.

“Is…alright…”

“Can…hear…”

Two people seem to be talking but he cannot make out their voices. His mind is a blur and the only thing he can think of is Anna.

“Wake…up…Prince…”

Lavi slowly opens his eyes. The faces of people appear in front of him, a man and a woman. The man has silver eyes and his sleek hair is tied in a neat bun. The woman has strawberry blonde hair and she is slightly more muscular than average women. Both of them are looking at him with worried expressions.

“Your Highness, are you alright?” The woman asks him. Lavi slowly sits up as he recognizes the woman.

“You…” he begins. “I know you. I saw you at the coronation of the Ezealyran Emperor a few months back! You are the personal guard of the Em