And when his song was done, his eyes cracked open, and there he found me healed and whole, returned from the brink of doom. “Gerry,” he gasped, leaning down to kiss me, his taste so sweet upon my lips. I kissed him back, stealing but a single moment of impossible hope upon his mouth before he pulled me upright and I found myself standing in his air shield on a field of devastation. A quarter of my Starfall Legion had been torn to smithereens, but those who had survived were regrouping, reforming, crying out in glee when they saw me rise among them.
