The Edge of the Fields

Mo rushes into the fields without looking back, tears streaming across her face. Gritting her teeth, she wanted to leave this camp. It reminded her too much of her mother, of that fairy tale past she lived as a small child. She ignore everything around her and kept running, trying to forget. It was too overwhelming. She kept her arms around herself.
"Mo!" Cray called out following from ten yards behind her.

Cray looks around behind him to see Jason but keeps running. After a second, Cray realizes, Mo probably doesn't want Jason to be there. He felt pain for his sister but he kept running with his own tears starting to come down. "Stupid overemotional freak," he said to himself quietly. "Mo!"

OOC: I'm gonna be gone awhile cause of reasons. Probably not too long but that'll "explain" my absence if you're wondering.

Cray wipes the tears from his face and tries to summon a native plant to some how stop his sister, but he isn't sure what plants were native to the area so he tried to recall his mom's lessons on botany.

Mo looks up, still sniffling. She pulled out the Gladius her mom had given her out of it's sheath. She wanted it to end. She wanted to see her mom again. But her brother would never let her do that. She wasn't thinking how it could effect her brother if she died.
"MO!" Cray yells. He caught a glimpse of a gold blade. "DON'T!" He quickly abandoned his attempt to summon a plant. Unfaltering, Cray sprinted to his sister. His black glasses fell off his face and crunched beneath his feet, but Cray didn't care.
He was a few feet from his sister when she suddenly pointed her sword at herself. "One more step and I'll do it." Mo threataned.
"Mom sacrificed herself to keep us alive! Don't make the sacrifice in vain!" Cray explained. "Either way, if I step forward or not, you'll kill yourself." Cray was concentrating on using his power to summon digitalis, also known as foxglove. Mo was allergic to foxglove, Cray hoped it would stop her.

She plunged the sword into her chest and let it be over with. She staggered backwards and fell into her brother's arms, coughing up a little blood. She smiled slightly and somehow managed to whisper "I . . . see mom, she's . . . sad" before her face went slack and her breath slowed to a stop.

Cray set her down as it began to rain lightly. All this time, he had been holding back his tears for her. But now, it was for nothing. Quite loudly, he sobbed, tears falling onto his sister's dead face. When Cray managed to close his sister's gold green eyes, he abruptly stood, letting his sister's dark brown hair flutter to the ground. "What the hell did I do wrong?" He wanted to punch the world and all the monsters in the face. He wanted his mom back. He wanted his sister back. He wanted it to be normal. Quickly he resumed sobbing.

OOC: Switching to first person.

I stood there, eyes wide in disbelief. Tears tickled down my eyes as the rain clumped together my hair. "There's nothing we can do. Even if we save her, she'll put me in this situation, again. I hate to say this . . . But it's useless." I say. Not daring to look at her again, y face is still turned. "I can't do this." Realizing I sounded like . . . her, I quickly said "It's my fault. Living through it is my punishment, my torture."