Cat: Hey all! Just a short drabble, an experiment with commas mostly. But in order to understand you must first step into the TV Time Machine. Return back to the early days of W.i.t.c.h. Back to the first season. Now, recall the second episode, where Will was kidnapped in the ally. Everyone remember? Good. That is when this takes place. Now, please enjoy.
Disclaimer: One day I will rule the world, and then I will own W.i.t.c.h. Until then…yeah…its not mine.
The heart lay motionlessly, but not peacefully. Its liquid pink depths swirled with cloudy agitation. Repeated attempts to reach its Keeper had failed, but that did not surprise the ancient object. Will would not have left it behind by choice and the rancid aura of Meridian soldiers had crept over both Heart and Holder, informing the Heart that both of them were in danger.
While it would be easy to dub the thing's irritation as displaced guilt, it was not so. No self-doubt over personal failure tinted the bright pink and faultless silver. There had been many times when the Heart had acted to protect its Keeper without the human to assist in channeling the great power. However, the night before the danger had been too great and too sudden. Cedric had slithered up behind them, grabbing the Guardian in massively powerful claws. She had struggled, of course, her legs kicking futilely, mouth opening to cry out to her teammates for aid. But with so little practice and made vulnerable by loneliness, she could not summon her powers and before she could shout a dark fist had interrupted her, bruising her forehead and welcoming her into darkness.
Luckily for them both Cedric had dismissed the heavy backpack that sheltered the Heart as worthless luggage and tossed it onto the filthy street. If he had not Will would have almost positively been deemed a dangerous liability and thoughtlessly killed. The Guardians would have fallen into ruin and the Heart would have returned to dormancy.
Since the attack, the Heart had passed the long and nervous night failing to connect with the other Guardians. Newly awakened, they could sense but not understand the desperate call. Irma, the girl who had linked the most with Will emotionally, tossed in her sleep, disturbed by dark nightmares of thorns and rot. Taranee, the burgeoning telepath, gave up on her math homework, unable to comprehend why she jumped at every slight sound. Hay Lin, the physically closest, had merely picked at her dinner before spending the next hour staring tiredly and thoughtlessly at her clock. And the Guardian who most willfully denied and suppressed her powers, Cornelia, sighed as she returned yet another Picture Day Outfit to her closet, entirely unable to focus on the task.
Though the Heart continued to call to them, it remained tragically alone in the alley, colors muted without its Keeper to fully awaken them. It needed her firm fingers clasped around its smooth glass and her sometimes uncertain yet clear voice to reach her fellows. Instead, that voice rattled the inside of the Heart. Deep in its center it was filled with that sound, begging, pleading, and swearing, full of fearful innocence.
The trembles that she tried to suppress resonated inside of it and the Heart was once again reminded why it hated when new Guardians took over.
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