Make A Wish

by

Iland Girl

Godric x OC

'for those unwilling to give in.'


Chapter 2: Make A Wish


Godric's dead.

Those two words rang inside my head all day, and the day after that.

For the next week I was out of the loop on a lot of things. A huge pit had formed in my gut and was now weighing me down. I guess when I had all the time in the world to tell him thank you, it wasn't such a big deal. Now? Now that I didn't have any way of repaying him? My chest felt tight and I was beginning to realize just how much time I had wasted.

That baby vampire that I was keeping tabs with was really good at informing me of what was happening up until now. However most of what she said was pertaining to Godric. At first I thought to ask when the funeral would be, but then I realized he was a vampire and there would be no body, plus he had been dead for God knows how long.

What do I do now?

Ms. Harms noticed my behavioural change immediately, but it wasn't until the 8th day after the news that she said anything.

"My dear, if you keep pacing like that you'll burn a hole in my rug." She said in what was probably a scoldign tone, but my mind was wandering too much to focus on her.

"Sorry Ma'am." I said before going about some different chores to mix it all up. It was sort of bothering me how this news was affecting me; I mean I've lost people before and he was just a boy on the roof.

No, he was the boy who saved my life.

I was supposed tto repay him somehow, and now I never would.

"Nova, what's got you looking so gloomy today?" Ms. Harms asked. I hesitated in reorganizing the shelves.

"Somebody I know died." I said flatly as I continued on with my task. Ms. Harms did not seem convinced.

"Oh? Did you know them well?" She asked with an almost knowing tone.

"No, I did not." I said quietly before stopping my cleaning and focusing on looking anywhere but at my boss.

"Then what was so special about this boy?" She asked in an almost accusing tone. I closed my eyes before inhaling sharply through my nostrils.

"He... I... I was going to do it..." I said slowly. Ms. Harms was quiet as I spoke. "...But then he stopped me."

When my orbs opened I didn't expect to see anything other than the condiscending old woman who had only offeredme the job on a whim because she was too cheap for the oother applicant's wage.

However, when I opened me eyes I was shockingly greeted by a pair of soft, albeit painful to look at, eyes that glimmered with an unshed tear. She quickly caught my staring before wiping away at the old green eyes that laid burried beneath thick rimmed glasses.

"Ah, I see. You poor thing." She said. I raised a brow before understanding.

"Someone saved you too." I said as I finally cottoned on to why she understood so quickly. She locked her gaze onto mine, but where I held a frown she was smiling warmly. It had to have been the first genuine smile I had ever seen on the old lady. Her gaze slipped to the items around the shop breifly.

"He was an odd fellow, sat with me for hours until I got off the bridge," she said before gazing back at me again. "He was a warlock."

My eyes widened marginally, not all that surprised to hear it. Granted I had always pegged Ms. Harms for being a witch.

"I know what you're thinking and no, I'm no witch-" well no but you've gotta be a mind reader lady "-but I did get into the business because of him."

"I see..." I said while looking at the shop as well. She made some sort of humming noise before going into the back. I set on working again and completed all of my chores before she burst through the back entrance way again.

"Ah ha! I've found it!" She said before holding out a small box to me.

"What is it?" I asked before coming over to take a look. However as I got closer she slammed her hand down on the lid and gave me one of her scary serious expressions.

"Not so fast. There's something you need to understand before you see this." Ms. Harms began. I stood up straighter almost unconciously at her tone. Whatever this was, that tone was usually only for serious business.

"I'm listening." I informed her. A beat of silence passed before she spoke again.

"My friend gave me some wonderful years, but he also gave me a special item. It gives the user a chance to fix one thing." She said. I raised my brows.

"So like a redo sort of thing or go and fix it yourself kind of thing?" I asked.

"A go and fix it type of thing," she said while still maintaining eye contact. "This object allows you to go back and try to change whatever has happened. However there is an extreme cost."

I took a step back when she mentioned this. My brow furrowing into my eyes as a deep frown marred my lips.

"Should you choose to use this object you will be transported back to the appropriate time to save this person. However you are stuck in 'limbo' until then. Meaning you won't age and nothing will physically change. That doesn't seem so bad, right? However if you were to die before you got back to your time, your soul would be suspended in limbo for eternity."

"What the Hell does that mean?" I asked with an almost defensive tone.

"It means you'll just be a wandering ghost, only others stuck in limbo would ever see you. Unable to move on, unable to be seen, it's truly worse than Hell." Ms Harms said.

So if someone were to use this weird enchanted object they would have no choice but to complete the task. Still, it was a pretty appealing idea. Go back in time and fix all my past mistakes? Sounded like a win/win situation to me. My boss seemed to sense my lack of concern over it and decided to drop an even bigger bomb on me as I reached for the box.

"There's one more thing, if you were to fail at making it the desired outcome that you wished for, then you and anyone associated with the wish will die.

My hand wavered as I stared at her. She couldn't be serious. What kind of side show Bob witchcraft was this?! She sensed my unease and openly offered the box with a flourish of her hand. I stared for a long time, not certain what I should do or whether it was the right choice.

On one hand, Godric was already dead, which meant if I failed then I would be dead as well. Nobody else should get hurt. Plus I would be able to repay him if I somehow managed to save him.

On the other hand, there was a very real chance that I would fail, and end up a ghost that nobody would ever acknowledge again.

I closed my eyes for a moment, and the image of that boy on the roof came back to me. Before I could register what I was doing I slapped my hand onto the box lid and pulled it open. Inside laid a peculiar looking necklace. It was a roung pendant with a diagnally rotating center piece that held an hour glass. The tiny white sands flowed freely through the clear container. The rest of the pendant was made of gold, complete with a long and delicate looking chain.

I gulped once before picking up the pendant and looking to Ms. Harms for confirmation. She nodded ever so slightly and so I began to put the pendant on.

"You've got balls of steel girl." Ms. Harms said to me as I adjusted the pendant. I looked at her questioningly and she took that as her cue to go around the counter. It was only at this time that I wondered if this was just her playing a prank on me. It flitted away shortly afterwards as she showed me how to use the necklace.

"All you've got to do is hold it, spin the middle, and make a wish." She said. As I went to grab it though she slapped my hands away.

"What?" I asked, angry from all the nerves jumping through me.

"Once you spin it there is no going back. Be very careful on your wording too. It has to match your ambitions perfectly. I would also recommend packing a bag, the necklace determines when and where you land, not you." Ms. Harms said. I swallowed as I mused over her words. For someone who wasn't a witch she sure knew this magic stuff like the back of her hand.

Ms. Harms told me to go home and be back for work next week. That gave me three technical days. I noted it on my calender before packing a bag with a few bottles of water, snacks, tampons, and a change of underwear. I switched into clothes that were committed to hiking wear before pausing to question what she meant by when and where.

How far back was I to go? How old was Godric anyway?

I didn't think too hard about it. Instead I went on a search for the correct wording.

I wish...

What did I wish for? To bring Godric back? To stop him for killing himself? To protect him? No, he didn't need me to stop him or protect him. Something told me Godric wasn't the type to want protection or someone to prevent his choices. No, what he needed was soemthing different.

Slinging my pack on my shoulders and picking up the pendant, I took in a deep breath to calm myself before spinning the pendant.

"I wish that I could save Godric."

There was a moment where I clamped my eyes shut, expecting the world to be thrown out from beneath me and for everything to just shatter. Instead I just stood there for a few moments realizing nothign was happening. So I peaked my eyes open and expected to see something different, but only saw the walls of my living room.

Did... Did that old lady hoodwink me?

Aw man she must've bursted into laughter after I left. That bitch was probably howling by now-

It was then that something finally happened. An incredibly constricting pain fell over my chest as my once steady heartbeat skittered a few times. Was I having a heart attack? I wasn't sure what to make of the pain as I crumpled to the floor. A scream broke through my lips, but it died shortly after.

The pain stopped suddenly too, my heart returning to it's regular pace, and I bbecame acutely aware of one thing.

I did not have sand in my apartment.

Sand.

There was sand everywhere around me. In my shock I didn't have the time to notice the yelling around. Only when a very sharp and already bloody looking sword came into my peripheral was I acutely aware of several men standing around me.

All had their swords drawn.

All looked ready to kill.


So how many of you guys saw that coming?

I've been sort of itching to write something lately but was just making my eyes bleed from trying to debate which story. Finally I decided whoever gets a review next is the one I will update. I'll be damned, not 5 minutes later this one got a review. And, well, yes reviewer, Godric is actually dead. Sorry.

On another note...

I'm actually surprised no one has done something like this before. While I know the whole time travel thing seems a little stretched I didn't want her from the future for her views. It's actually because she doesn't speak the native languages which will make for very interesting interactions later on.

So if I haven't mentioned before there is going to be a lot of gruesome content. This whole story will be dealing with Godric before TB and Eric. As we all (I guess all?) know Godric's backstory was pretty gruesome.

There will be rape, sex, and a lot of blood and murder. I will be making sure the rating is M if it already isn't. I've already got the next couple of chapters completely planned. If you must know this story actually won't be super long. Probably 25 chapters, but will cover most of their back story.

Curious about what will happen in the next chapter?

Make a wish (or leave a review) and see!

Cheers!

Iland Girl