Death

Ruthivan sat on his knees, clutching Claire's  body to his chest.  He rocked and sobbed, then growled and cursed.  He punched her dead body repeatedly, ignorant of all the eyes that watched him commit his desecration. His entire camp now stood around him, their circle excluding Mirin's form, until at last he let Claire roll from his arms onto the ground.

He was numb, he felt his soul severed.  She was dead, truly dead, and he knew it because the  bond he kept alive through his force was gone. For all that he tried to do to keep her, in the end, Claire had escaped him the only way she had. And he was the one that had set her free.

He got to his feet and stared at Mirin for a  long moment, then looked to the healer.  "Get that out of here.  Put her outside the camp." 
"Yes, Elder Ruthivan."

He looked to the faces that stared back at him with open shock and turned on his heel, leaving them behind.  He had nothing to say as his heart was crushed beneath its own weight.  The children rushed forward, but stopped at the look on his face, and Ruthivan's stared at them as alien and  apart. 

"Your mother is dead," he said, his voice steel and gravel.  They cried, they wailed, and Ruthivan walked into the bedroom he shared with Claire, shutting them out and leaving them with the help. He sat on the edge of the bed and an agonizing howl sprung from his stomach, not stopping until he had expelled every last mote of air from his lungs.  Then, Ruthivan broke down.  His sobs were heard by every esper in the camp as they filed  by the tent, and every one was a repentance for every wrong he had ever heaped upon Claire.

Last Exhale

Claire sent the boy for the wizard, and the old esper came, knowing what she wanted.  'Please,' Claire said, breathlessly.  'That's my daughter out there. I have to help, I have to stop this.' 
'Kra'ineba...' the wizard stammered. 'If  you don't help  me, she'll die, and I want no more bloodshed!'

The  old one  nodded, and Claire felt the magic that held her in the tent release.  She ran out to find a ferocious battle, one raging only because  her daughter was part Celestial and able to keep herself sharp. But her mistake was coming outside, into Mirin's view.

Mirin raised her hand and Victoria shot a blast of energy into Mirin's side. Claire rushed forward into the fray just as Ruthivan slammed his massive paw down. Claire felt every bone in her body shiver, then crack.  Pain flooded her body until she could no longer feel anything.

She lay on the ground, every short inhale sharp and stinging, until even that ceased.  Claire's last  moment, her last  vision, was Ruthivan on his knees with  his mouth moving but  no sound. She tried  to smile, but  never knew if it ever showed on her face. 

All  was a blur as her spirit recoiled from her shell and crept down into  Toril to rejoin with the heartbeat of the planet.

Torrential Downpour

The fight was more than epic, and if it weren't for the magical barrier that separated the whole camp from the outside world, any watching would have seen the sparks of energy flying.  Mirin deftly avoided the claws and fangs of the espers who had transformed into beasts, and avoided the myriad of spells sent crashing into her.  Her eyes glowed with a ferocity as she pulled from the very fabric of the weave to defeat the man who had commandeered her mother.

Then, the unthinkable.  From the inside of Ruthivan's tent came her mother, aided by an elderly esper who obviously had freed her.  Mirin lifted her hand to stop her mother, and was blind sided by a blast to her chest.  She slid on the ground as the transformed beasts surrounded her. She could hear Ruthivan's deep growling laughter, then a scream followed by the sound of bones cracking.

Mirin opened her eyes and her heart froze.  Her mother lay beside her, a crumpled heap of robes, and Ruthivan - now himself again - dropped to his knees, howling for a healer.  None of the others moved as Mirin pushed herself up, her head throbbing with a thunderous ache.  She watched the healer rush forward, sweating, panting, weaving spells that did nothing.

"She... she's..." the old one babbled, and Ruthivan grabbed the man by his robes and snatched him to his face. "You'd better not say she's dead," Ruthivan howled in a broken voice.
"I'm... I'm sorry..."
"FIX HER!" Ruthivan shouted, then grabbed his chest.  "No, no no no..."

Mirin exhaled and dropped onto the ground at exactly the same moment that Ruthivan felt his bond with Claire shatter into nothingness.