A/N: Hi, all!

I probably won't become a regular in this fandom, but my brother and I watched the series recently, and enjoyed it. Some of the lines are absolutely golden, and the characters, especially supporting characters, impressed me. Anyway, this idea stuck in my head, and refused to leave until I wrote it out. Enjoy! :)

... Upon going to post this, I found no category for it. I was a tad surprised, honestly, because the first season's been out for a while. I guess I'm just early on the scene.

Episode: None, but contains spoilers for the first couple episodes. First piece of dialogue is a quote from season one, episode two, which, by the way, I don't own. The Dragon Prince is Netflix's property, I'm just gratefully borrowing it.

Rating: T

Warnings: Death and angst

Inspiration: Rayla was insanely lucky. It all could have gone wrong in so many ways. This is one of them.

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"I am Prince Ezran."
Rayla looks at the boy's squared shoulders, and scared, apprehensive eyes, and wishes she didn't have to kill him. But she does, so she won't prolong the boy's suffering by hesitation.
"I admire your bravery," she says tightly. "But I can't let you live. For Xadia!"
The moon elf plunged her sword down towards the prince's heart, and the instant he saw her tense to stab, he screamed. It wasn't fear- wasn't just fear, anyway- and she could tell by the intelligent calculation on his face he was warning someone. She felt a stab of guilt as her blade cut the cry short. She watched the boy die, and tried not to be sick.
Horrified, she hardly noticed the sound of armored men clanking towards her, and she, too, ended the day with a blade in her heart, and unseeing eyes pointed skyward.
The guards were on the alert, and they spotted the moon elves, with the aid of a spell of the coldly furious Claudia cast on them. The whole group of elves died, no one left to fire the arrow that told of their failure.
The king survived, but was swallowed by grief, wondering if Callum had known how loved he was before he died. Ezran was overcome with guilt, and grief, and lost his happy-go-lucky charm, the innocence his brother had guarded so carefully.
The dragon prince remained unfound, the war continued, and the world tore itself to pieces.

Rayla awoke with a gasp, and flew up, off the ground. She touched where she had felt the cold blade pierce her chest, and shuddered. The dream had been horribly life-like, and parts of it still swarmed around her, threateningly. She glanced over at Callum, who was curled up asleep, his brother nestled beside him. They looked exhausted, but content, and her heart slowed. She hadn't had any idea at the time what the ramifications would have been of her actions, but she had never been more glad she had let the boys change her mind, that she hadn't killed her new friends, hadn't let the world down quite yet.