Page 19
Eight panels
Panel 1
The Indigo Queen clutches at her throat with both hands, her eyes wide cerulean horror, her pupils tiny specks of desperation.
Lady in Waiting: (off panel)...
Page 19
Eight panels
Panel 1
The Indigo Queen clutches at her throat with both hands, her eyes wide cerulean horror, her pupils tiny specks of desperation.
Lady in Waiting: (off panel) Queen?
Panel 2
Wider angle, the Queen's rooms. The Lady reaches out to assist, unable to fully contain her disgust as the Queen doubles over, spewing dark greenish blood and a spray of shimmering sapphire crystal shards down the length of her silken skirts and onto the pale turquoise marble tiles.
Lady: The betrayal is complete!
Panel 3
The queen falls forward onto her knees, oblivious to the blood soaking her skirts and pulling them down into a sticky mass on the floor. Instead, she reaches for the bright sapphire shards settled in her gore.
Queen Sharra: My people! Help me save them!
Panel 4
Very close. The pointed tip of a luxe woman's shoe, peaking out from clean, pale blue skirts, crushes a shard into dust.
Panel 5
Very close. Tumax?s head tips back, his dark blue eyes blank and frozen as his last breath slips out in a wisp.
Panel 6
Very, very close. A child's eye, also wide and blank, the flat line from an ICU monitor reflected in his blue speckled iris.
Panel 7
The Lady gingerly lifts her pale blue skirts, her pointed shoe still poised in the shard's dust. The Queen looks helplessly up at her trusted companion, handfuls of shards cutting into her fists.
Lady: They are lost, Queen. As are you.
Queen Sharra: No!
Panel 8
Wider. In the background, the Lady leaves, her back to her Queen, leaving a trail of crushed shards as she walks. In the foreground, the Queen sits back on her heels, her hands open, bleeding from many thin cuts, tears streaming down her face. In one hand, amongst the sapphire shards, sits a single, perfectly round ruby crystal.
Lady: Sir Davion awaits.
Queen Sharra: Wha - ? What's this?
