Blood Streaks
Minerva was practically catatonic. She seemed to have completely forgotten that the Void Race Pavilion Head was still here.
Even now, she couldn't believe that she had fallen so far.
The reason these tears of blood were falling from her eyes wasn't due to despair, that emotion had vanished as soon as it appeared. Instead, it was rage and fury.
Anger toward the fact that this had happened.
Anger toward the fact she had been out played by a mere child.
Anger toward the realization of what had to happen now.
She took a breath, the voice of Drae'Von flickering into and out of attention for her. She seemed to have almost entirely tuned out the man, if not for his power, maybe she wouldn't have heard anything at all.
Slowly, her gaze became more and more focused, a sparking ember dancing within.
Soon, she took a breath and looked up.