Prompt for January 16, 2016

Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:

She lay on her back, staring at the stars that glittered overhead. The sounds of battle were muffled in her ears as if heard through the sand that her court kept sticking her heads in. She could have moved, would have moved, if the wound in her side had been anything less than mortal. She could feel her life essence, her royal blood, dripping onto the dirt beneath her and, if she concentrated, she could hear the drops hitting the pool of blood that was growing under her. Her breath was becoming ragged and it was becoming harder to breathe as each moment passed. The stars, bright to her elven eyes, were starting to dim and she stopped fighting the inevitable.

“My Queen,” came a whispered voice next to her ear, “I am in time.”

She painfully turned her head to see her Chancellor Erowyn lying prostate on the ground beside her. In his hand was one of the three Channelers that were normally kept in the royal vaults. She tried to shake her head, to tell him that it was her time to pass, when he said “The kingdom needs you, my queen, more than they need me. Remember me.” With that he plunged the Channeler into her chest and slit his wrist above the open end. As his life dwindled hers returned. She could help her people win the battle, but at what cost?

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