The scream Sirius made when he saw his wife turn into white crystal was something that if Luna had witnessed... she would hear in her nightmares for the rest of her life.
The sound of a soul breaking.
Of half a world ending.
Of half of everything that mattered for him being ripped away in an instant.
Just like the divided world they lived in.
Pure grief given voice.
THE STATUES
Two statues remained when the light finally faded.
One black and one white.
Both perfect in their horrible execution. Every detail of the women they'd been preserved in eternal crystal.
Lyzea in black and Lykea in white.
Opposites… Mirrors.
Two women who'd been friends and family reduced to matching monuments of tragedy.
A light shone in the same two indentations of the door. Orion retreated quickly but Sirius was so broken he had to think of Luna before dragging himself backward...
Had to survive... Had to get home.
