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Chapter Three: A Different Kind of Light

The only reason I was even at the party was because I needed a roommate. The guy who was supposed to lease the apartment with me backed out at the last moment, preferring instead to go live with his girlfriend. And lord know I couldn't afford a place by myself. Otherwise, there's no way in hell I would have gone to a party like this, in an upperclassman's apartment, the lights all dim and everyone drinking and packed in close to each other. But places like this is why you found people on Saturday nights. So, here I was.

My roommate had insisted on taking me to this party. And yet, she left me as soon as the host started talking to her. As much as I hated being here, I wanted to keep my eye on her. She had a history of coming back to the dorm drunk, and I was almost certain this party was another mistake on her part.

I wasn't obvious about following her, though I doubted anyone noticed my presence. They were all too busy laughing, flirting, drinking, kissing, or any combination of those things. It was honestly hard to move about this room. I don't understand how anyone could have found this appealing.

I looked up and found my roommate drinking. I thought she was already tipsy before we got here, and now this? I believe I was right to stay to watch over her. Even if coming here was her choice, letting her continue to make bad decisions was not something I could do.. I just couldn't shake the feeling that she would need my help.

I made my way from the front of the party through the throngs of people. I couldn't understand how anyone would find this enjoyable, with the heavy music blasting in my ears and the dim lighting making it impossible to see anyone's face, just a mass of writhing bodies. I was making my way over to the food table when someone rammed into me, knocking me into the wall. It was some guy from the football team, I couldn't remember his name, who was notorious for picking on those of us from track.

"Hey watch it, pipsqueak!"

I found it rather rude that he was yelling at me, when he was the one who rammed into me. Although I supposed those football folks only knew two things: push people over and chase the ball. I also wasn't even that small, I mean, sure, I'm slim, but I'm fairly tall. Sue me for not being a hulk with shoulders too wide for this apartment.

Still, I kept my head down, not wanting to make trouble. A couple of the track guys tried to stand up to him once and ended up in the hospital with black eyes and bloody noses. Besides, there was a dog over by the food table and I wanted to say hi. Dogs often make for better company than people, I've found out.

Suddenly, I felt something brush against my legs. I looked down and it was a chocolate lab. I really did not have the time to show it proper affection, but I did pet its head before proceeding with looking after my roommate.

"Go find someone that will sit with you for a bit, okay?" I smiled as he squeezed in between the people and out of sight. And then I located my roommate. At this point, she had a larger guy talking to her, and two new drinks were in her hands. At that point, I did not trust her ability to handle herself. I made sure to be close to her from that point on.

The larger guy approached while i was distracted. I didn't trust him once he started leaning in, and touching her shoulders and arms to lead her around the room. They were headed toward the fire escape. My instincts were screaming to help her, but I didn't want to cause a scene. I also had to live with her after this. I didn't want her to be upset with me for taking her away from the party. And she wouldn't go willingly even in her drunken state. Plus, there was the potential for conflict with the guy leading her around. I'm only one, small person with limited ability. How could I help her now?

I had just been sitting in the corner with the host's dog, a plate of pretzels, and a soda when I saw a flash of familiar blue eyes and brown hair. I gave the lab once last pet on the head, telling him to go lick someone until they pet him and that I'll be back to give him the attention he deserves before following after Zelda. As much as I loved the dog, I still needed to find a roommate and hoped maybe Zelda would know someone who needed one. She tended to be more social than me in high school, and I hope the trend continued into college.

They were now climbing up the stairs. It was only the two of them, the other two boys lost in the crowd, probably to find other girls to chat with. I went out of the window, following them as silently as I could. I didn't feel like I was quiet enough. There was some kind of feeling telling me that I should be quieter, slower. I felt more like I was watching someone else follow after them, but I continued on nonetheless.

I wasn't close enough behind them to see what they were doing as we all climbed the three flights up. My vantage point was changing as the stairs turned. I saw vague shadows, and heard things like "It's okay baby." or "Shh, you'll be alright".

I shivered. But I told myself that I was fine. Zelda, you need to focus. There were no more voices. They had gotten onto the roof.

I made my way back through the mass of people as quickly as I could in such a density of bodies. The whole time I kept her in my sight, not wanting to lose her in the dim apartment. I had finally made it to the edge of the "dancing" crowd when she disappeared out the window. Taking a deep breath in, I followed her out onto the rickety fire escape, grasping the railing tightly to make sure the rusty metal would hold. Up ahead, almost to the rooftop, was the dick who ran into me earlier and a small girl who was clearly drunk. I felt awkward, not wanting to intrude on anything, but Zelda was following after them with purpose, and suddenly my desire to simply talk to her turned into a need to protect her and help her. I didn't know what was going on, but something was clearly wrong. So I followed quietly, waiting to jump in if it looked like she was going to get hurt. I knew she could handle herself, she'd proved that years ago, but still...there was that part of me that wanted, needed to protect her. Harm had come to her once before when I couldn't protect her, I wouldn't let anything even close to that happen again.

I felt my head turning around before I realized it. I saw Link a few paces behind me. I didn't really stop to say anything. He quickened to match my pace however. I didn't mind. He could run down for help or be there to call the police if it comes to that. It was nice to have someone there.

I heard some kind of struggling as we got closer to the roof. I started to go faster. And what I saw horrified me.

There she was, meekly protesting, saying no as loudly as she could, telling him to stop. She was not making much headway, if anything, the guy was pulling her closer. "You can't wear such a thin, tight dress and expect not to get any attention." I felt the memories of what happened to me resurface, but something kept them from consuming me.

I wasn't sure if it was Zant, or some large college student upon her now. But he hit her hard across the face, and it was clear she wasn't responsive anymore. I froze. Oddly coming back to myself as I started to panic. I didn't know what to do anymore.

I was still frozen as I looked on, he adjusted her on his arm, and moved his other hand to go to her thin cotton dress and rip it down the middle. He smiled and licked his lips as he looked at her, pulling her closer and clearly loving how she felt against him. But now she was out in the open, shreds of fabric around her, her dress torn and her body exposed. He was feeling her breasts, smiling as he did it. His hand ran lower and felt her thighs.

I felt the disgusting touch of Zant upon me again. His hands moved inside me again. He was alive and touching me as I protested.

He moved his hands down onto himself, quickly unzipping his jeans and handling his erection. And he said, "It's okay baby, the first time is always the hardest." But this wasn't Zant's voice..

Thoughts of Zant were gone. I wasn't frozen in fear. And I lost control of myself in that moment.

I stood a few paces behind her when we reached the rooftop and the horrific scene that was unfolding. I felt a similar helplessness that I felt back on that fateful day at the end of high school. Here was someone else who needed help, and yet I didn't know what to do. I was paralyzed by horror and something else, something beyond the disgust and revulsion I felt about the act, some inner fear and terror, the same feeling an ant must feel when the rest of his colony was just stepped upon. Ahead of me, I saw Zelda tense, squaring her shoulders back. Then my world exploded.

I was looking at what I was doing, but I didn't feel like I was doing it. A different kind of confidence surged through me. My arms were positioned up, pointing at the pair. Light surged around my arms as a pale, almost purple bow manifested into my awaiting hands, the string pulled tightly, as a single arrow was nocked into place.

The arrow flew, making no sound as it traveled. After it was shot, the bow disappeared, and i was moving toward the two. The Arrow was implanted into his neck, and he started sputtering nonsense. I was there, moving the girl away from him and laying her down gently.

And he fell to his knees, his eyes clouded with fear. I didn't stare at him long. I felt myself move back to him, my leg went behind me and suddenly snapped forward, connecting with his face before the motion made me almost spin.

He was down. And I was smiling down at him as his eyes faded.

I was left looking down at my hands.

They had created something I had never been able to before. What was that? And how could I do something like this? I took a step back.

I had done this? Didn't I have control of my own person? Of my own body? I am not capable of this! What's happening to me?

There was no telling myself to calm down. I couldn't access the part of me that would let me be calm.

So I ran. I shoved Link away as he came up to me, and I ran down the steps as fast as I could. I saw someone else coming up as i was going down. I raced by them. I couldn't think. I couldn't even answer my own questions, how could I answer anyone else's?

I was momentarily blinded by the flare of lavender light ahead. Somehow, incredibly, Zelda was now holding a bow made of pure light with an arrow already on the string. She let it fly, and the ass collapsed to the ground, with the arrow lodged firmly in his throat. He dropped immediately, twitching and spluttering on the ground, his hands clasped futily to his throat. Zelda caught the girl as she fell, laying her gently on the ground, before kicking the ass in his face, smiling as she watched him die.

In that moment, I didn't know her.

Suddenly, a change came over her, and as I stepped forward towards her, she ran past me, knocking me over in her hurry. I fell, my hands outstretched to brace myself against the hard metal of the fire escape I still stood on. The rusty iron cut my palms, slicing them open in a jagged pattern. I hardly paid attention.

I ran towards the girl lying on the ground, taking her pulse on her wrist quickly before yelling for help. I unzipped my sweatshirt to put it over her, trying to preserve some of the poor girl's modesty. A thundering of feet stampeded up the fire escape, and suddenly I was surrounded by people, all in various states of hysteria. A couple people screamed, seeing the body, with the arrow mysteriously absent, leaving the body lying in a familiar pool of blood. I quickly pulled aside one of my teammates from track who seemed to still have his head, told him to call 911 and take care of the girl, who had passed out but was coming to. Then I pushed through the crowd and raced after Zelda, clenching my hands to stem the blood coming from my palms.

This wasn't real. I didn't do this. I can't accept the fact that it was my hands that contributed to this.

I saw a bench and i went to sit on it. It was dark, but I hardly noticed. I was looking mostly at my hands.

I've always had magic. It runs in our family. Any Morna female is gifted with the ability to heal. A golden glow radiates from our hands when we use our gifts.

But this… this was something that i've never seen. It wasn't even the same color as my magic.

So how did this happen? How did i do this?

I felt so dizzy. I even felt like i could vomit. The fact that I killed someone again isn't something that I wanted to think about. And whatever took hold of me wasn't a part of who I was.

I felt the presence of someone next to me. And I thought it was Link, so I made no move to comment or look at him.

I spotted her up ahead in the moonlight, sitting on a bench. The streetlights in this area had burned out, casting her in almost pure darkness, but I'd spot her anywhere. She sat hunched forward, her head in her hands. I approached her slowly, sitting down next to her in silence. It was only when I went to grasp the bench on either side of me that I made noise, gasping in pain as my bleeding palms brushed against the soft wood.

She looked over at me, her eyes muted for the first time.

"You're hurt," she whispered softly, taking my hands in hers.

"Zelda," I started to ask, "What was that light ba-"

I was cut off as a soft glow illuminated her hands as she passed them over mine, light spreading from her palms as the cuts on mine absorbed it, itching as the cuts closed and knit themselves back together. The whole thing happened in only a few seconds, but in those few seconds, such a warmth spread through my hands, up and into my chest and body that I unwillingly let out a small moan, letting the warmth absorb me.

And then it was gone, the world back in the darkness. I stared at my healed palms in wonder, looking up to meet Zelda's eyes as they rolled back in her head and she collapsed, almost sliding off the bench as I caught her. I laid her back onto the bench slowly, hoping she would wake up. She gave no hints of movement, but her chest steadily rose and fell with her breath.

"Shit shit shit shit shit, Zelda, wake up, please wake up," I pleaded.

I didn't know where she lived, I didn't know what to do with her. I couldn't take her to the hospital. What would I say, that she passed out after doing...magic?

That had to be what it was. Magic. The bow. The healing. I remembered rumors that circulated about her mother back when I was little. I always dismissed them as children's fantasies. But now...

But that didn't matter. What mattered was that I had a passed out girl on my hands, a girl who had just killed someone for the second time, a girl who clearly needed help.

I did the only thing I could. I gathered her in my arms, careful to keep her head from tilting back, and carried her back to my place, careful to avoid anyone. I laid her on my bed, pulling a throw blanket over her to try and make her comfortable, then curled up on the floor next to the bed and fell asleep, exhausted from everything that happened that night.

I felt comfortable, but I was tangled inside of a blanket. But it wasn't mine.

In fact, this room wasn't mine.

I didn't know what had happened, but nothing on my person was changed. Even my shoes were still on my feet. I was almost certain that nothing went on physically. But why would I be here?

I didn't want to think about it much longer, so I moved to get up.

Then I saw Link. He was on the ground, curled into a ball. I relaxed a bit seeing it was someone I knew. And looking at him, It was almost like he was a dog.

I remembered last night as I thought of why Link would be here. I remember feeling dizzy, and talking to him. He had cuts on his hands. I must have passed out after healing him. That makes sense. And he isn't the type to want to harm me. So I don't think I have anything to worry about.

I moved again, thinking that I should leave. This wasn't my dorm after all. And I'm not sure I should stay here, even if he is a trustworthy person. But, he opened his eyes as I began to stand up from the bed. He stood up as well.

"I guess… we have a lot to talk about."

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