Phillen
That Palace - The Night Before The Execution
Phillen’s head hung over the keys. His right index finger repeatedly pressed the middle C key, making the note float around his great ballroom.
She’s gone, he thought. But I’m still here.
The pain climbed up his spine and out the top of his head. His eyes bulged with the pain of loss.
The Purple Wolf Goddess herself couldn’t save Gabriella. She was gone too.
There was no more hope. There was nothing to live for.
He pressed the key again. And now Ishan sat at the piano on the pedestal above his fountain. Just an old man, Ishan looked around at his artful masterpiece.
Phillen sat next to him. He met the beast’s eyes.
“What are you doing?” Ishan asked.
Even though the beast didn’t speak, Ishan knew his mind.
He couldn’t stay anymore. He had to move on.
“Are you abandoning me?”
No, just moving on.
“Thank you,” Ishan said. “Do you know who you will go to? Sajan is a good boy. He will serve you well.”