"Hi, my name is Cyrus Borg and I guess you could say I have a rather normal life." Borg began.
"Please, shut the hell up!" Cynder shouted, covering her head with a pillow.
"Other than the fact I'm dating a bipolar girl. Now it's not all that bad, she's actually rather cool headed, but she can get pretty upset or…Angry with in a couple of seconds. Her schizophrenic episodes get rather bad as well, especially at night…" Borg paused and looked to the bed where Cynder was trying to sleep.
"And sometimes her screaming…Or her…Uh…Spazzy moments, keep me up but I don't mind too badly. I know she doesn't mean to do it, she just does…But other than her mental issues I guess you could say she's just a regular bipolar girl." Cynder threw her pillow at him.
"Go to bed!" Cynder whined.
"I will as soon as I'm done, I promise." Cyrus chuckled, knowing she only wanted to sleep.
"Other than the fact that she isn't even human. She's a witch from another dimension. I'm glad to have her around, Cynder is very helpful. She's a bit over protective though…But I can't be mad, because…Of what I know about her past, anyone that ever treated her kindly turned on her…I think she might be afraid of that." Cyrus looked at Cynder who started coldly at him.
"Well…I think that's all I need to say for today. Good night." Borg turned the camera off and gently rolled his wheel chair over to the bed.
"Apologize." Cynder playfully said, softly smiling.
"You know I hate keeping you awake." Cyrus sighed.
"I was teasing you Borgy." Cynder watched as he struggled to try and get on the bed. Cynder helped him onto the bed.
"Thank you." Borg smiled.
"I really need to find a way to help you more." Cynder commented.
"Personally, you already help me a lot Cynder." Borg looked concerned.
"I meant…" Cynder sighed before continuing "I feel like I don't help enough considering you are in a wheel chair…"
"Being in a wheel chair means nothing; I've been in one since I was kid, my struggle is nothing new." Cyrus said.
"That doesn't mean I don't feel bad for not being around to help you more." Cynder said.
"Well…You have a life of your own, I know you won't always be around when I am, I mean…We have different work schedules…" Borg mumbled.
"We have different life schedules…Not work. I might be busy with the Nera clan but I wouldn't say that's a job…More like a hassle to keep the peace." Cynder chuckled.
"Still…We don't see each other as often as I hoped we would, this is most likely the first time I've seen you in two months." Cyrus looked at the exhausted clan leader.
"We should make the best of our time together…I mean aren't you off for the next month?" Asked the Nera clan's leader.
"Yes, but are you free?" The only paraplegic in the room asked.
"I am, I told Phoebe, Veo and Cira that I wanted some time with you. Phoebe was more than willing to keep an eye on the clan, Veo and Cira were more than willing to keep an eye on my clan, just in case." Cynder smiled, looking around.
"I suggest you go to sleep before you have an episode." Borg said. Cynder placed her face within her pillow.
"Good night Cynder." Borg smiled, realizing Cynder had passed out.
"I hope you have sweet dreams." Cyrus said, unable to sleep as he watched her toss and turn.
Borg sat up once more, before getting back into his wheel chair and leaving the room.
"I have to surprise her…She's worried long enough about my ability to move around because of my wheel chair…Once I'm done, she won't have to worry about anything but her clan…Then she won't be so stressed." Borg smiled at the thought.
He often worried about her because of how stressed she got, he knew once some of the stress of life was lifted that she'd feel better and then she'd be healthier.
The next day,
"Ah…My neck...What position did I even sleep in…And why?" Cynder groaned as she stumbled out of the bed room.
"Good morn…Good afternoon." Borg smiled.
"Huh?" Cynder looked towards the genius.
"It's twelve o'clock." Cyrus rolled over to her, concerned.
"Oh…I'm sorry for waking up so late." Cynder rubbed her eyes.
"I think you still need more sleep, so I'd like if you went back to sleep." The genius rolled over to the witch and grabbed her hand before leading the half-asleep girl back to the bedroom where she passed out once more on the bed.
"You worry me…" Whispered Borg after Cynder fainted onto the bed. Borg rolled out once he saw her adjust her position to a more comfortable one.
"I guess Cynder is over working herself again…This is the fourth time she's done that…Despite my requests that she stop…But I'm not even sure if she realizes that she's over working herself…The poor girl…" He rolled off into a secret room that he had hid from Cynder. He decided to continue working on his surprise for her.
Author's note:
Since this is the prologue I didn't make it very long, the chapters will be longer, I promise.