Page 50 of Kronos' Consequence
Regrets echoed in his mind as he reached the vast pane and looked left and right.There, in the distance, by the door to the cloud garden, was a sight that almost stopped his heart.
He moved in slow motion, hurrying toward the pile of tangled limbs covered in the deep red cloth he’d chosen, yet never seeming to reach her.As he finally drew closer, the whistle of the atmosphere outside garnered his attention, and he looked up to find that the door had been opened.All at once, he understood what had happened.His intrepid little one had gone wandering.She’d found the door and, somehow, she’d managed to open it.
Fleetingly, a thousand queries rushed to the fore, most notably, how had she opened the door?He didn’t even need to utter the remedy to seal the hatch, the glass appearing in the doorway to close them in with only a glare in its direction.
He cast an eye over Kristina’s unmoving form, refuting any likelihood that he was too late to save her, even though his senses failed to detect her heartbeat.One click of his fingers was all it took to lift her inert form to his level, her honeyed tresses and limbs trailing behind her in the air as she rose.Ignoring the blueness of her lips, he lowered his ear to her mouth and listened for any signs of breathing.His jaw stiffened when none were revealed, but there was no time to give in to panic.
Kronos would just have to revive her.
He refused to believe that she was gone, but even his magic couldn’t bring the lifeless back into being.Despite his proclivity for the old traditions, some things needed to be done the modern way.
Tipping her head back, he checked her chest for any sign of breathing, and finding none, he shifted to deliver chest compressions.Pushing down on her fragile body, he rejected all considerations other than her life.
There was no other choice.Kristina had to live.
She was his future, the only mortal with whom he could conceive a permanent future.There was no version of events where he didn’t have her by his side, no story where he wouldn’t fight for their happy ending.
Acting on autopilot, he pinched her nose and, taking a deep breath, he closed his mouth over her lips.Kronos would force the air back into her desperate lungs and bring her back to life.He’d cradle her and soothe her to health, and then, once she was the troublesome little minx he knew and adored again, he would put her right back in her place.
The End
