“If I am to die, then my legacy will live on through you,” he hissed, his fingers twitching. I lunged, trying to douse the flame he cast, but I missed and it came speeding towards me. No, not me. The jar. The fire slammed into it, shattering the glass and my Lion spilled out of it, the ghostly form of it like smoke pouring across the snow, still glowing that golden glow. But it was fading. Already dimmer, losing light by the second. “No!” I roared, dropping to my knees, trying to gather it in my hands, bringing it to my chest and feeling its essence swirling around in my palms.
Omfg no
