Randomly laying there was her favorite thing to do, but this time, as her breathing slowed, Celsia wished she could run. Wished she could run to Sildy and apologize and beg her back, wished she could un-murder her brother, wished she could have let people's dreams come true.
She let out an agonized cry of pain and fear, before being cut off by the roaring, screaming sound of death and a doorway, a doorway to her final resting place. She peeked through and saw the mountains, the lava pit, her mother Adelaide, her brothers and sisters, and everyone else. Home.