O.k so this is the second time I write this. (forgot to save) So, it might not "taste" like the first time
Disclaimer:
these characters don't belong to me they're Rainbow Rowell's
Simon
I have no idea why I'm here. I really do hope that, growing wings and flying to random places doesn't become , oh, just another Sunday for me.
The White Chapel is in front of me , immediately I realize that something is wrong. I start to climb up the stairs. So...many ...stairs. Why on Earth don't we put some elevators in here. When I reach the top I'm panting so loudly, that I barely here the voice of someone speaking. It's the Mage's voice, he's either speaking to himself or to someone only he can see.
I walk towards him and realize, that he looks like a train-wreck, full moons under his eyes, so skinny he could be mistaken for a human chopstick and hair that looks like a crow took shelter in it. O.K , maybe the crow took shelter in it and then gave birth. It's only until, I walk closer do I also realize that he stinks.
The Mage looks at me with wide eyes.
"run," he asks no, he begs.
I don't move. Run?! The Mage wants me to ...to run? Hell no I'm not running, this guy is half dead and obviously needs my help.
"SIMON RUN!" (no longer begging)
I want to move closer to him. He must be tired and maybe even sick. But then I see it. The damned ball in the damned hand.
The Humdrum is here.
For a second there I think, about whether I should run. I imagine how it'd look like though:
And in the moment where the whole World Of Mages needed him, Simon Snow the almighty chosen one...ran.
I'm a ashamed of myself for thinking like that, but I stay anyway.
Davy
He shouldn't be here. I have no more magic to protect him. Summoning The Humdrum drained me. He shouldn't have come here . Dammit I told him to run.
At least I'll die next to my son.