Child of light.
Whiplash shivered, feeling cold suddenly.
Child of light.
The whisper came again, more insistent this time.
She tried to ignore it.
Child of LIGHT.
Whiplash cracked open one eye, seeing... nothing. No one was in the cave with her.
What?
CHILD OF LIGHT!
"Hello?" Her voice sounded small, dry, weary.
You. Know. What. Must. Be. Done.
Whiplash realized the voice was coming from within.
She searched her feelings. There. The answer was deep inside her.
End it! The voice whispered.
It can all go away... one moment is all it takes...
Whiplash wiped at a tear rolling down her face and tightened her grip on the knife in her hand.
She drew it across the tip of one finger, writing in blood on the wall:
"In the shadows, we find our light. In the echoes, our voices remain. Let the winds carry tales of resilience, and may the stones bear witness to a soul unbroken. In this final breath, I etch my spirit upon these walls – a testament to the enduring strength of the human heart. As dust returns to dust, let my legacy linger in the spaces between these words, an indomitable whisper against the currents of time."
She took a deep breath and placed a bloody hand-print alongside the writing.
Then, Whiplash turned the knife on herself and plunged it into her breast.
"Ka Lā Hiki Ola" She whispered, before shutting her eyes for the last time.
So died Lokia Nana, daughter of the Sky.