I do not own the OC, Amy, who is the creation of pinksakura271.
After the reconstruction of the school, (and 6 days of people trying to figure out what spell Mal had used to stick Audrey and Aurora to the ceiling), Ciara was sitting out at the lake. Laying on her conjured beach chair, with her wings opened to catch the last few rays of sunlight. For once in her life, she had decided to forgo her usual red t-shirt and black leather jacket for something she found more comfortable. Namely, a red sports bra that swooped under the spot where her wings attach to her back, making it much easier and more comfortable for her to move and twist her wings. Even with the silk lining on her leather jacket around where her wings poked through, it did restrain her movements to basic flight and the opening and closing of her wings. Her tail had less of a problem, seeing that the hole was big enough and well padded enough to not cause her any problems comfort wise. Though there was always that strange occasion when someone yanked or stepped on it. Then again, after a brief moment of silence followed by a massive explosion that blew Ciara out of her chair while simultaneously breaking both her wings at the joints where it connected to her back.
"I guess I'm not flying out of this."
She grumbled, struggling to her feet and forcing herself to ignore the searing pain in her back. She wasn't actually surprised to see her attacker having purple hair and glowing green eyes. She didn't even waste her breath speaking to Mal as she was charged, the two engaging, only for the second time in either of their lives. Their magic and natural weapons going full frontal against each other, Ciara desperately trying to stay on the defensive so as not to hurt Mal. As much as she hated the elder dragon, she didn't want to hurt her, knowing that would hurt Amy more. She didn't even really care about whether or not she won the fight until a blur of pink caught her eye and a familiar scent of strawberries told her that the younger of the two dragons had either seen or heard them fighting, and more importantly, she noticed that although Amy had seen them, Mal hadn't seen her. So it was more off instinct that when Amy dove between the two to get them to stop fighting, Ciara spun around, using her already damaged wing to shove Amy in front of her and used the last of her magical strength to put a protective barrier up around Amy to shield her from Mal's final attack, that sent Ciara flying over the barrier she'd put up around Amy, through a tree, one of the stone pillars, and straight into the rock wall surrounding the lake, the rather painful flight path breaking most, if not all, of Ciara's ribs, completely destroying her wings, and knocking her unconscious, unable to even try to float in the lake as she sank to the bottom.
However, she was quite surprised when she woke up, albeit in a significant amount of pain, to a shouting match between Mal and Amy. Mal looking more confused than angry while her younger sister was obviously drenched to the bone, her hair sticking to her face and her dragon eyes blazing as she cried, though it was somewhat hard to tell with the water still dripping from Amy's hair.
"Oh My Pink, Mal are you crazy?! Ciara was trying to protect me. That's why she stopped fighting you! Why in the name pink, would attack so viciously anyway?!"
Mal didn't even get the chance to answer when Ciara let out a groan of pain, getting the attention of both dragonesses as it went silent.
"Don't let me interrupt. I don't care too much for Mal, but it's funny to watch you get angry Pinky. That, and she broke my wings, so I can't really fly anywhere. And my ribs."
Amy smiled at her best friend, who was still laying on her back, her badly broken wings splayed out on either side of her.
"Look Pinky, it's either her or me. I think it's about time you pick a side."
Amy was just about to bark out a response, tears still streaming down her face as Ciara used up a little bit more of her strength to speak.
"Look Pinky, I'm fine. Besides I may not care about her but you love your sister. If you chose me over your sister, I know it would hurt you."
Amy looked at her funny for a moment.
"First of all, you're not okay. Your entire aura is screaming out in pain, even if you aren't physically, and secondly, yeah, I do love my sister, but she's never truly been there for me like you were Ruby."
Ciara couldn't really argue with the dragon, mostly because she was right, and it felt like someone was trying to baptise her. Which, for a half demon, was excruciatingly painful, so instead, she just looked at Amy.
"You're probably right, and I'm not going to argue with you on this. You're more than smart enough to make your own decisions. But do me a favor?"
Amy wiped some of the tears from her eyes while looking at her best friend, who honestly looked like a half drowned cat thanks to her sudden dip in the lake.
"Yeah?"
Ciara grinned.
"Can you levitate me to the nurse? I'd say carry me but I was almost twice as much as you do and I really don't want anyone touching my wings until they heal."
Amy nodded and shot a glare at her sister before using her own magic to lift Ciara, taking care to make sure her wings and the rest of her body left the ground at the same time to avoid hurting her too much. Ciara, in return, made sure not to move too much past her own steady breathing.
As she was carried to the nurse's office, despite her excruciating pain, she didn't offer that much advice as to what exactly happened. Heck, even Amy didn't know what had happened before she'd shown up. Mostly that at the very beginning of the fight, while Ciara had tried to reason with her, Mal had gotten a single solid swipe of her dragon claws across Ciara's face. Ciara having been fast enough to dodge back before she'd been blinded in her right eye for real, but now was sporting a rather impressive scar over that eye that had been hidden by her hair until the nurses moved her hair out of her face to tend to her black eye and noticed the blood trickling down her lip, from what they'd assumed to be a busted lip, not from an eye injury.
Thankfully, they'd managed to kick Amy out, seeing that Ciara was fairly sure she looked like a human mummy. Especially since they'd had to stitch up the wound around her eyes and bandage up her ribs to get them to shift back into their normal position. Her wings had had to be operated on, and each fragment of bone was put meticulously back into its proper place. Which she had to be awake for to explain exactly where each bone had to be placed. So when they finally did let Amy in, she swallowed her pain and gave Amy a hug.
"Amy, did you go talk to your sister?"
Amy shook her head.
"No. Admittedly, you look out for me more than she ever did really. I think I just need some time to let it settle that my sister just attacked my best friend and landed her in the intensive care unit."
Ciara sighed, as much as she hated to do this to her friend, it did have to be done.
"Amelia Angel Malevolence, go talk to your sister. I mean it. Give her a chance to explain what she did from her point of view."
"But I don't want to-"
Ciara smiled mischievously.
"Don't make me force you to watch when they remove the stitches from around my eye. My tail still works."
Amy jumped up in terror, she hated anything that was even slightly reminiscent of horror, which meant blood for the most part.
"Okay! Just don't make me watch while they do….that."
She grumbled while shivering. Ciara smiled.
"Oh I wasn't going to. I just needed to make sure you'll to talk to your sister."
Amy nodded and left Ciara to get herself some rest. Not exactly happy that she now had to go face the one person who she certainly didn't want to talk to. Her twin sister.
A/N
Review!
