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Trust by Smurf Cat
Thunder roared outside as Mia worked away, mixing herbs to make a draught. Her psynergy had run dry; all of it used up on someone whom she had not seen in what seemed to be an eternity. As she looked over at the form on her bed, his long blue hair laid out along the curves and wrinkles of the pillow; she let out a sigh. She used to know him, she used to love him, but she didn't know him anymore. He used to be her lover; he used to know everything about her and she, everything about him, but that time had passed on. She knew nothing of what his life was all about now; part of her didn't want to know.
She had always believed that he had betrayed her by lighting Mercury's beacon. She had been wrong in thinking such. Without the lighting of the lighthouses, Weyard would have diminished into nothing and no one would have been able to do anything about it. It was he who realized it, he who saw the truth. How could anyone say that he was a traitor? Even Mia had fallen victim to that belief once before. It had ensnared her and made her to think that all of their love was lost, and then depression's ugly, gnarled hands clawed at her and caught her up in her own grief.
"Alex..." she spoke his name. He was unconscious; his breathe and pulse faint. She had cried when she had first laid eyes on his near-dead form. It was their first meeting in nearly three years and he was almost dead. She turned back to her draught making. Mixing the herbs, grinding ingredients into powder, looking through Mercurian medicine books, she worked. It was late and dark, thunder rolled in the distance. A small sweat was broken out on her face and as she wiped it away, she tried to concentrate, tried to make out the ancient languages, which the ingredients for the draughts were written in. She could only hope that she was getting them all right.
She looked back at the blue-haired man as she stopped to listen to his breathing. It was still faint, and yet, there was still hope. She had but one chance to save his life. She would take full advantage of it. She had already healed his wounds, but she could not help his will to live, nor could she help the haunting nightmares that clutched him. His breathing and pulse were still faint and she was out of psynergy. This was why she needed the draughts. She could not ask Isaac the heal him. Isaac would not understand. Mia Turned once again back to her medicines. The fire in the hearth was ready and her ingredients were put together. She walked over to the fire and set the pot with her draught on a hanger over it.
As she hung the near ready draught over the fire, she looked back at how it had been. They had been so happy together. Alex had hinted at a time when he would leave, but Mia had never taken him seriously. They were too happy and settled for him to go off on some mission across the face of Weyard. This was where she was wrong. He had left her when she was only fifteen. She had always thought that she loved him and in the months that followed his leave, she began to realize what love really meant. The heartache and the loss were too much for her to bear. She became slightly withdrawn, but was always there to help any villagers who were in need of her.
She looked back on their reunion, which came two years later atop the Mercury Lighthouse. That day was the day that she bore the feelings of betrayal and rejection. She had felt like Alex didn't love her anymore. She was wrong and though she had tried to tell herself that he didn't love her, she would always return to him. She wasn't able to help those feelings; not then, and certainly not now.
With Mia's back turned, Alex stirred, but only slightly. As he opened his eyes, pain came over him. He couldn't make a sound though, his throat was too sore to talk and he had no idea where he was. He looked up at the stone ceiling. This was not Imil. He could hear thunder rolling in the distance and the crackling of a fire on the other side of the room. He could not turn his head to see it, however, but he knew it was there, for he saw the faint glow of light coming from it. And then he heard raindrops, soft at first, but getting louder. And he could hear someone sigh. This troubled him because not the realization that someone had rescued him came over him. But as he listened to the person's voice as she whispered things to herself, he recognized it. Pain fell over him as he knew that Mia had been the one to bring him here, for what reasons he not know.
As Mia turned from her finished draught, turning around, she saw him; he was awake. "...Alex..." she spoke in a soft voice. Alex could not answer, he could not even grunt at her to prove that he was alive. Mia stepped closer. "You're... alive..." her voice was slow as she tried to restrain herself from jumping to conclusions and hurting herself in her own assumptions.
Alex moved his eyes toward what he knew Mia's voice to be. Letting out staggered breathing, wanting her to come closer, he wanted to touch her, to kiss her, to hold her and tell her that he would never leave her ever again, but he couldn't. He could only wait for her. He was too weak to move at all. As Mia stepped closer, she came to his bedside. Laying a hand on his cheek, she touched his face and looked into his eyes. "You're alive..." she repeated.
Alex could only gaze back at her. He could only show emotion with his eyes. He was too weak to do anything else. All he could think about was how he'd wronged her. He couldn't bear the thought of his angel, now standing over his bedside, to have to bear him. He didn't want her to have to give up her life to help and aid him when he needed her. He only wanted to make her happy. This, he felt he could never do.
And now, as he lay there and she leaned down to take him in her arms, he wondered. Did she even still love him? At this moment, she could be doing anything to him to seek her revenge, but why wasn't she? She had seemed so angry when they had met on their journey across Weyard, so why wasn't she mad now? It was as if she still loved him; in truth, she did.
As Mia took Alex in her arms, she cradled him. Looking deeper into his eyes, she could not make out the emotions that he was trying to portray to her. She could only see his guilt and pain, but beyond that... nothing...
Alex looked up at her, Mia looked down. Why was she this close to him, why was she trusting him? She would probably expect him to leave after he had been healed and yet, she was still willing to help. As he studied her eyes, he saw sympathy, forgiveness, but beyond that... nothing...
Mia didn't know if Alex was still sane. She looked at him and saw the same Alex that she had always known, but then again, she hadn't seen him personally in nearly three years. She didn't know what he would do when he was healed. She didn't know if he would rage out because of the past. Her love ran far deeper than that though. She trusted him and as she came upon the thoughts, she dismissed her fear.
She looked up and remembering her draughts got up to get them. Alex would have moaned, had he the breath, at the removal of her closeness. At Mia's return to him, he looked over at her. Feeling was beginning to return to his body and he could move somewhat now. Looking up at her, he saw that she had medicine in her hands, most likely some sort of draught.
Leaning over, Mia spoke, "Alex, I made medicine for you while you were sleeping... please drink it. My psynergy is gone by now from healing the rest of your wounds..." She trailed off as he gazed at her.
Bringing Alex to a sitting position, she put the draught to his lips. As Alex tasted it, he cringed. It tasted of bitter herbs and he had to force himself to swallow it, lest he die. Mia looked over him as he did so, hoping that she had gotten every ingredient right. She knew that if there was even one mistake, it could kill Alex. Then it would all be her fault and they would never come to an understanding of how they still felt about each other.
Alex let his eyes close as he leaned on Mia, trying to keep his balance. At the feeling of the bitter liquid, he could feel some little strength returning. He tried to remember how he felt about her, what he had done to her in the past, but he could remember nothing as the draught ran it's course through his body. It made him dizzy and sleepy. Trying to hold on a little bit longer, he wondered if Mia would now betray him as he had supposedly done to her nearly three years ago. And now he lie there, completely helpless in her hands, all he could do is trust. He did trust her, but he had his doubts. Perhaps she planned on poisoning him...
Mia moved a hand over Alex's forehead and felt it. Then she felt his pulse. The sleeping draught that she had given him seemed to be working. Alex needed rest. He also needed the rest of the draughts, too vile and bitter for him to swallow while he was awake. One by one she picked them up. Unlike the sleeping draught, she would have no indication as to which ones were working and which ones weren't. Alex would awake in several minutes. The sleeping draught would not be powerful enough to keep him subdued, even in his weakness. Mia took full advantage of this time, pouring the draughts down his throat and making sure that he swallowed every last one of them. Finally, when she had finished with all of them, she washed his mouth clean of their dreadful taste as thunder rolled in the sky and lightning lit it up. The rain poured harder than ever. Every agonizing minute seemed like an eternity. Mia wished that Alex would wake up soon. At last he did.
The first thing he did when he woke up was to look her in the eye and catch her gaze. Next tasting the draughts, he coughed at their foulness. Mia immediately fetched him water and he drank. He could feel strength returning to him now as Mia hovered over him, watching his every move. It was now that he tried desperately to speak. It was only a whimper at first, but his voice became only slightly louder as he went on.
Mia tried to make out what he was saying to her, but couldn't. She could only guess at the meaning of his words. Then she heard her name muttered, "Mia."
"Alex." She responded softy, gripping his hand. The silence clung all around them and settled over the two past lovers. They only looked at the other as lightning streaked behind Mia out the open window. Had there been no rain, it would have been completely silent.
He gazed up at her as he lay there in the bed. He could hear thunder as he tried once again to muster up the strength to speak once again. "...Am I..." he coughed and felt as though he would lose hold on his life if he were to lose hold on his own will to live. "...dying...?"
Mia's heart felt as though it would shatter into a thousand pieces at that moment. "No." was her answer. "Only if you will yourself to... please don't give up." At her last sentence she burst into tears.
"I love you." She proclaimed as she fell over his bed in tears. Alex had never been the type to give up and he was not going to start now, Mia knew that, Alex knew that. He wasn't a quitter and the intensity of his own question rendered Mia's heart. Her tears were bitter.
"If I... were to die tonight..." began Alex, his voice hardly above a whisper, "What would you tell them about me? Would you disown me...? I never meant to hurt you that way... forgive me..." now his voice failed him and he coughed once again as the rain on the roof thundered.
Mia held him close. The sound of Alex's shallow breathing, backed with the thundering sounds of rain, rang in her ears. "I would tell them I loved you, Alex. I would never disown you."
"Would you really?" was his subtle response.
"Why do you doubt me so?" asked Mia, cautious.
"I betray you, remember?" Said Alex, summoning all of his strength to do so. "Why do you trust me so, my dear?"
Mia closed her eyes and as she did so, her tears broke and streamed down her face as it became stained with them. She spoke once again. "We can learn to put the past behind us..." she reasoned.
"But can they?" asked Alex, referring to the other adepts. "What of Isaac, Garet... Felix... What about them? Can they put this behind them?"
Mia stared blankly at him, awaiting his response.
"But no, if this frame fails me, I want you to carry me through. Do you understand, Mia? I gave up everything, even my life... even you... for Weyard's sake, and they turned their backs on me. That is why I question you so." Alex's words made sense in Mia's ears.
Mia looked down at the floor. "How did you know that it was going to happen, Weyard I mean?"
"Ancient text, myths, what seemed to be happening in the world, but the thing that alarmed me the most was always Vale."
"Go on." Urged Mia.
"I feel weak." Interjected Alex, closing the conversation of Weyard. "Just promise me that you will let no one, not even those whom you trust, have the Stone of Sages. Promise me!" His voice became urgent as he looked deeply into her eyes.
"Don't give up, Alex." Said Mia. "I will promise you. I love you."
"And I love you, my dear." Returned Alex. And then, after a long, awkward pause, Alex muttered in a low voice, "...More than you know..."
Knowing that there was no guarantee that the Stone of Sages would remain safe, Alex sighed. He also knew that Mia always kept her promises. She was the only one whom he had ever been able to trust in the past and it seemed as though it would remain that way. Words could not describe his trust in her. Even though they had only just come back together, he could feel it in her that she hadn't changed. There were always risks however. He couldn't be completely sure that she was to trust just yet.
"Will your draughts cure me?" asked Alex after a long pause, feeling weaker by the minute.
"We can only hope." Answered Mia. "The ingredients were written in some form of ancient Mercurian text. I haven't read it in a while..." her voice trailed off as the sound of rain threatened to drown them out.
"It's ok." Said Alex into the sounds of the pouring rain. Thunder once again roared. "I will trust you."
Mia looked lovingly at him, half with misery. She knew not whether the draughts would work or not. "And I will trust you to keep your will to live. For now... we can only wait until morning..."
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Trust by Smurf Cat
Thunder roared outside as Mia worked away, mixing herbs to make a draught. Her psynergy had run dry; all of it used up on someone whom she had not seen in what seemed to be an eternity. As she looked over at the form on her bed, his long blue hair laid out along the curves and wrinkles of the pillow; she let out a sigh. She used to know him, she used to love him, but she didn't know him anymore. He used to be her lover; he used to know everything about her and she, everything about him, but that time had passed on. She knew nothing of what his life was all about now; part of her didn't want to know.
She had always believed that he had betrayed her by lighting Mercury's beacon. She had been wrong in thinking such. Without the lighting of the lighthouses, Weyard would have diminished into nothing and no one would have been able to do anything about it. It was he who realized it, he who saw the truth. How could anyone say that he was a traitor? Even Mia had fallen victim to that belief once before. It had ensnared her and made her to think that all of their love was lost, and then depression's ugly, gnarled hands clawed at her and caught her up in her own grief.
"Alex..." she spoke his name. He was unconscious; his breathe and pulse faint. She had cried when she had first laid eyes on his near-dead form. It was their first meeting in nearly three years and he was almost dead. She turned back to her draught making. Mixing the herbs, grinding ingredients into powder, looking through Mercurian medicine books, she worked. It was late and dark, thunder rolled in the distance. A small sweat was broken out on her face and as she wiped it away, she tried to concentrate, tried to make out the ancient languages, which the ingredients for the draughts were written in. She could only hope that she was getting them all right.
She looked back at the blue-haired man as she stopped to listen to his breathing. It was still faint, and yet, there was still hope. She had but one chance to save his life. She would take full advantage of it. She had already healed his wounds, but she could not help his will to live, nor could she help the haunting nightmares that clutched him. His breathing and pulse were still faint and she was out of psynergy. This was why she needed the draughts. She could not ask Isaac the heal him. Isaac would not understand. Mia Turned once again back to her medicines. The fire in the hearth was ready and her ingredients were put together. She walked over to the fire and set the pot with her draught on a hanger over it.
As she hung the near ready draught over the fire, she looked back at how it had been. They had been so happy together. Alex had hinted at a time when he would leave, but Mia had never taken him seriously. They were too happy and settled for him to go off on some mission across the face of Weyard. This was where she was wrong. He had left her when she was only fifteen. She had always thought that she loved him and in the months that followed his leave, she began to realize what love really meant. The heartache and the loss were too much for her to bear. She became slightly withdrawn, but was always there to help any villagers who were in need of her.
She looked back on their reunion, which came two years later atop the Mercury Lighthouse. That day was the day that she bore the feelings of betrayal and rejection. She had felt like Alex didn't love her anymore. She was wrong and though she had tried to tell herself that he didn't love her, she would always return to him. She wasn't able to help those feelings; not then, and certainly not now.
With Mia's back turned, Alex stirred, but only slightly. As he opened his eyes, pain came over him. He couldn't make a sound though, his throat was too sore to talk and he had no idea where he was. He looked up at the stone ceiling. This was not Imil. He could hear thunder rolling in the distance and the crackling of a fire on the other side of the room. He could not turn his head to see it, however, but he knew it was there, for he saw the faint glow of light coming from it. And then he heard raindrops, soft at first, but getting louder. And he could hear someone sigh. This troubled him because not the realization that someone had rescued him came over him. But as he listened to the person's voice as she whispered things to herself, he recognized it. Pain fell over him as he knew that Mia had been the one to bring him here, for what reasons he not know.
As Mia turned from her finished draught, turning around, she saw him; he was awake. "...Alex..." she spoke in a soft voice. Alex could not answer, he could not even grunt at her to prove that he was alive. Mia stepped closer. "You're... alive..." her voice was slow as she tried to restrain herself from jumping to conclusions and hurting herself in her own assumptions.
Alex moved his eyes toward what he knew Mia's voice to be. Letting out staggered breathing, wanting her to come closer, he wanted to touch her, to kiss her, to hold her and tell her that he would never leave her ever again, but he couldn't. He could only wait for her. He was too weak to move at all. As Mia stepped closer, she came to his bedside. Laying a hand on his cheek, she touched his face and looked into his eyes. "You're alive..." she repeated.
Alex could only gaze back at her. He could only show emotion with his eyes. He was too weak to do anything else. All he could think about was how he'd wronged her. He couldn't bear the thought of his angel, now standing over his bedside, to have to bear him. He didn't want her to have to give up her life to help and aid him when he needed her. He only wanted to make her happy. This, he felt he could never do.
And now, as he lay there and she leaned down to take him in her arms, he wondered. Did she even still love him? At this moment, she could be doing anything to him to seek her revenge, but why wasn't she? She had seemed so angry when they had met on their journey across Weyard, so why wasn't she mad now? It was as if she still loved him; in truth, she did.
As Mia took Alex in her arms, she cradled him. Looking deeper into his eyes, she could not make out the emotions that he was trying to portray to her. She could only see his guilt and pain, but beyond that... nothing...
Alex looked up at her, Mia looked down. Why was she this close to him, why was she trusting him? She would probably expect him to leave after he had been healed and yet, she was still willing to help. As he studied her eyes, he saw sympathy, forgiveness, but beyond that... nothing...
Mia didn't know if Alex was still sane. She looked at him and saw the same Alex that she had always known, but then again, she hadn't seen him personally in nearly three years. She didn't know what he would do when he was healed. She didn't know if he would rage out because of the past. Her love ran far deeper than that though. She trusted him and as she came upon the thoughts, she dismissed her fear.
She looked up and remembering her draughts got up to get them. Alex would have moaned, had he the breath, at the removal of her closeness. At Mia's return to him, he looked over at her. Feeling was beginning to return to his body and he could move somewhat now. Looking up at her, he saw that she had medicine in her hands, most likely some sort of draught.
Leaning over, Mia spoke, "Alex, I made medicine for you while you were sleeping... please drink it. My psynergy is gone by now from healing the rest of your wounds..." She trailed off as he gazed at her.
Bringing Alex to a sitting position, she put the draught to his lips. As Alex tasted it, he cringed. It tasted of bitter herbs and he had to force himself to swallow it, lest he die. Mia looked over him as he did so, hoping that she had gotten every ingredient right. She knew that if there was even one mistake, it could kill Alex. Then it would all be her fault and they would never come to an understanding of how they still felt about each other.
Alex let his eyes close as he leaned on Mia, trying to keep his balance. At the feeling of the bitter liquid, he could feel some little strength returning. He tried to remember how he felt about her, what he had done to her in the past, but he could remember nothing as the draught ran it's course through his body. It made him dizzy and sleepy. Trying to hold on a little bit longer, he wondered if Mia would now betray him as he had supposedly done to her nearly three years ago. And now he lie there, completely helpless in her hands, all he could do is trust. He did trust her, but he had his doubts. Perhaps she planned on poisoning him...
Mia moved a hand over Alex's forehead and felt it. Then she felt his pulse. The sleeping draught that she had given him seemed to be working. Alex needed rest. He also needed the rest of the draughts, too vile and bitter for him to swallow while he was awake. One by one she picked them up. Unlike the sleeping draught, she would have no indication as to which ones were working and which ones weren't. Alex would awake in several minutes. The sleeping draught would not be powerful enough to keep him subdued, even in his weakness. Mia took full advantage of this time, pouring the draughts down his throat and making sure that he swallowed every last one of them. Finally, when she had finished with all of them, she washed his mouth clean of their dreadful taste as thunder rolled in the sky and lightning lit it up. The rain poured harder than ever. Every agonizing minute seemed like an eternity. Mia wished that Alex would wake up soon. At last he did.
The first thing he did when he woke up was to look her in the eye and catch her gaze. Next tasting the draughts, he coughed at their foulness. Mia immediately fetched him water and he drank. He could feel strength returning to him now as Mia hovered over him, watching his every move. It was now that he tried desperately to speak. It was only a whimper at first, but his voice became only slightly louder as he went on.
Mia tried to make out what he was saying to her, but couldn't. She could only guess at the meaning of his words. Then she heard her name muttered, "Mia."
"Alex." She responded softy, gripping his hand. The silence clung all around them and settled over the two past lovers. They only looked at the other as lightning streaked behind Mia out the open window. Had there been no rain, it would have been completely silent.
He gazed up at her as he lay there in the bed. He could hear thunder as he tried once again to muster up the strength to speak once again. "...Am I..." he coughed and felt as though he would lose hold on his life if he were to lose hold on his own will to live. "...dying...?"
Mia's heart felt as though it would shatter into a thousand pieces at that moment. "No." was her answer. "Only if you will yourself to... please don't give up." At her last sentence she burst into tears.
"I love you." She proclaimed as she fell over his bed in tears. Alex had never been the type to give up and he was not going to start now, Mia knew that, Alex knew that. He wasn't a quitter and the intensity of his own question rendered Mia's heart. Her tears were bitter.
"If I... were to die tonight..." began Alex, his voice hardly above a whisper, "What would you tell them about me? Would you disown me...? I never meant to hurt you that way... forgive me..." now his voice failed him and he coughed once again as the rain on the roof thundered.
Mia held him close. The sound of Alex's shallow breathing, backed with the thundering sounds of rain, rang in her ears. "I would tell them I loved you, Alex. I would never disown you."
"Would you really?" was his subtle response.
"Why do you doubt me so?" asked Mia, cautious.
"I betray you, remember?" Said Alex, summoning all of his strength to do so. "Why do you trust me so, my dear?"
Mia closed her eyes and as she did so, her tears broke and streamed down her face as it became stained with them. She spoke once again. "We can learn to put the past behind us..." she reasoned.
"But can they?" asked Alex, referring to the other adepts. "What of Isaac, Garet... Felix... What about them? Can they put this behind them?"
Mia stared blankly at him, awaiting his response.
"But no, if this frame fails me, I want you to carry me through. Do you understand, Mia? I gave up everything, even my life... even you... for Weyard's sake, and they turned their backs on me. That is why I question you so." Alex's words made sense in Mia's ears.
Mia looked down at the floor. "How did you know that it was going to happen, Weyard I mean?"
"Ancient text, myths, what seemed to be happening in the world, but the thing that alarmed me the most was always Vale."
"Go on." Urged Mia.
"I feel weak." Interjected Alex, closing the conversation of Weyard. "Just promise me that you will let no one, not even those whom you trust, have the Stone of Sages. Promise me!" His voice became urgent as he looked deeply into her eyes.
"Don't give up, Alex." Said Mia. "I will promise you. I love you."
"And I love you, my dear." Returned Alex. And then, after a long, awkward pause, Alex muttered in a low voice, "...More than you know..."
Knowing that there was no guarantee that the Stone of Sages would remain safe, Alex sighed. He also knew that Mia always kept her promises. She was the only one whom he had ever been able to trust in the past and it seemed as though it would remain that way. Words could not describe his trust in her. Even though they had only just come back together, he could feel it in her that she hadn't changed. There were always risks however. He couldn't be completely sure that she was to trust just yet.
"Will your draughts cure me?" asked Alex after a long pause, feeling weaker by the minute.
"We can only hope." Answered Mia. "The ingredients were written in some form of ancient Mercurian text. I haven't read it in a while..." her voice trailed off as the sound of rain threatened to drown them out.
"It's ok." Said Alex into the sounds of the pouring rain. Thunder once again roared. "I will trust you."
Mia looked lovingly at him, half with misery. She knew not whether the draughts would work or not. "And I will trust you to keep your will to live. For now... we can only wait until morning..."
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