Leo / Ryn
"Ryn… Ryn, help us…"
The voices called to him through the darkness. It was desperate, trembling, familiar. He jolted upright, his heart racing, sweat beading on his forehead.
His eyes fluttered open, darting around for the source of the cries, but the world was empty. The air was still. There was no one there.
No sign of the boy with white hair.
"Soryuth!" Ryn's voice echoed, cracking through the silence. "Where are you?"
Only silence answered him.
Ryn staggered to his feet, his breathing ragged. Then, a heavy impact struck his chest like a hammer, forcing the air from his lungs. He gasped and clutched his chest, feeling the faint pulse of energy running beneath his skin. His gaze fell upon the faint glow of his aethermarks once bright and interconnected was now flickering weakly.
One of them, the mark not tied to his bond, was fading fast.
"Veyr…" he whispered, realization tightening his throat. "Something's happened to him."
