If the sudden collapse of this man, so familiar to her, wasn't enough to send the heartless princess into a panic, the rushing waters all around them were. If she wanted him to die, he could easily do so by drowning, but that means his heart would be extinguished- and though he had offered her up his heart willingly, something else inside her was screaming for help-a nd before she knew what she was doing, she was picking up his body and dancing up and over the rushing waters that gushed through and over top of the glass desert. It was too dangerous here. They needed to find higher grounds, so she took his limp body to the high peaks of the plateaus that lined the boarder of the Seraj Isa. ANd to the North, there was an endless sea of sands. And to the south- the glass desert, that sparkled wickedly as the waters writhed upon it's surface while the storm still raged on.
BUt whatever beauty was here was last, as she turned her eyes away from the stormy scene to peer down at the faint, pale life for that was General Jun'tao.
And she crouched over top of him, studying the familiarity of his face but not quite connecting the how or whys about it.