Amy was about to succumb to the darkness behind her closed eyelids when she heard a voice. A high-pitched and irritated sound that she was all too familiar with. “The Oracle forbid, Amy!” exclaimed Geneva as she appeared behind the half-unconscious Queen. “What are you doing here?”
“Huh…” Amy whispered. Through her almost-closed eyes, she saw the Swan of Gustav aglow with a green light. Amy shook her head in an attempt to wake herself up. “Why a-are y-you glowing?” she managed to ask in between coughs.
“Stupid little bird,” muttered Geneva as she hauled Amy upright. The Swan placed her arm around Amy’s waist and lifted Amy to her feet. With her spare hand, she clicked her fingers and the subtle green glow that surrounded her extended to Amy. In a few breaths, the new Queen of Noira was e
