Lucas was thrown aside hard. His heart racing as he crashed into the ground. The world began blurring. He could only hear and sense things as his world was beginning to grow dark. "Faust... Anabelle..." He manages to groan out before his chest raced too fast for him to form any words. He blacked out. Only able to sense what was happening. He was barely breathing. His heart beat too fast yet too slow to really be of much use. He was unconscious and then some. He was floating above himself. Too strong willed to die despite the woman having hurled him hard enough to kill him. He heard his brother yet it was like listening from another world. It was so close yet so far away. He slowly fell into a deeper state of unconsciousness. He felt himself lifted yet it was like it was just a dream...not like it was truly happening.<span style="font-style: italic">Leua eyed Narcissa. "She try and kill the young prince." She says with an angry scowl. Which on a ghost could be represented as slightly humorous. She looked at Anabelle as she started to cry. Whatever. She didn't like the woman trying to steal the High Prince's brother from him. She floated out after Faust.</span>Lucas was out but then used a bit of his strength to spectral float over to her. <Anabelle... Anabelle...> He calls out. <Hey...I am not dead. Using my power to talk to you. Please don't cry Anabelle...>