"No! Wait! I could give you power! Immortal life would be yours!"
I thought of immortal life: of living forever in a empty husk of a world, everything and everyone I had ever cared for dead or disappeared, my only companion a deranged, power hungry man who I detested with every fiber of my being, and my stomach twisted in revulsion. I laughed bitterly, suddenly and completely understanding the Prince's words to the Vizier when offered the same choice.
"Live forever? When those I loved are dead, and I to blame? I choose death."
And Prince plunged the Dagger into the top of the Hourglass.
(Begins After Chapter 22: Pesky Little Thing)
The hospital room is silent, but for the regular breathing of the blonde at her friend's bedside and the steady, reassuring beep of the heart monitor: a confirmation of life. The girl's expression is nearly hopeless, gazing at the still, pale form lying flat and expressionless on the hospital bed. She suddenly reaches out and grasps the invalid's limp hand in her own, holding on desperately, as though to reaffirm its existence. After a moment, the despairing expression in those blue eyes fading marginally, she turns the hand over and presses her thumb to the wrist, then closes her eyes and pauses briefly. She breathes a long, tired sigh, and when her eyes reopen they are filled with peaceful acceptance.
"Heart still beating," she remarks conversationally to the unconscious woman. There is no response, and the blonde's tone grows wistful: "How long are you gonna make us wait, Jenny?"
AN: You can find the sequel on my profile or at w w w (.) fanfiction (.) net/s/5886799/1/Less_Than_Preferable (remove spaces).