Chapter 7: I Fly to You
Lettie's POV
Lettie's fingers were turning white from the death grip she had on Howl's arm. When he said they were going to fly, this was not what she had had in mind. This wasn't flying. There was nothing between her and the very, very hard ground, save a few thousand feet of thin air.
She squeezed her eyes shut, but then become terrified of the feeling of walking on nothing and immediately had to open her eyes. Of course, then she saw, with fresh eyes, the ground that was sickeningly far beneath them.
"You really aren't as good as Sophie," Howl remarked. "She picked it up after just a few seconds, you however…" He trailed off, but Lettie could hear the subtext loud and clear. She still wasn't getting it, and was stumbling every other step. She would have punched Howl if it weren't for the fact that he was the only thing holding her up. So she settled on glaring at him.
Of course, that was ruined by the fact that she was desperately clinging to him for dear life.
Justin, of course, was having no trouble with this whole "walking on air" thing—a fact that was annoying Lettie to no end. But her thoughts were immediately ripped from jealousy when Howl cried out, "There! That's the mountain!"
Lettie looked around frantically, "Which one?!" They were surrounded by mountains.
Howl's hands were full as he was guiding Lettie and Justin, but he was gesticulating wildly with his head in a certain direction and Lettie finally figured out which mountain he was indicating. "Can't we go any faster?!" Justin practically shouted as he leaned forward further—as if that would help.
Howl cast a glance at Lettie—who was still struggling with this, "Well, not if we don't want Lettie to fall—which, by the way, I'm perfectly fine with. I just think Sophie may have a few objections to us sending her sister to her gruesome death."
Alright, that was it. Lettie didn't care if he was the only thing holding her up. She twisted and punched him in the gut as hard as she could when she was anxiously clinging to him with her other arm. And despite the fact that all of physics was working against her, she thought it was a pretty good punch. Howl, of course, didn't make a sound, but at least Lettie was able to get some of her never-ending anger out.
Justin immediately began planning, "Alright, we should make a plan—maybe land in an out-of-the-way place where no one will notice us—is there anyone else there besides that witch and Sophie? Does she have servants? Or any other personnel for that matter? It would be best if we could find a place that no one ever uses. Maybe if we…"
Howl's POV
Howl tuned Justin out after the word "plan" left his mouth.
Howl wasn't going to plan anything. No, scratch that. He did have a plan. Save Sophie. There—a perfectly reasonable plan, right? Not too shabby for someone who usually just wings it, Howl thought.
Howl closed his eyes, and used his tracking spell to locate the exact location of Sophie. There. Howl sped them up, and stopped walking. He heard Lettie swallow the beginnings of a scream, and flew faster towards the side of the mountain. He pushed a force of magic just ahead of him and prepared to demolish the side of the mountain separating him from his Sophie.
Justin's annoying voice butted into his thoughts, "Howl, what are you doing?! We need to find somewhere safe to land where no one will notice—"
They crashed into the side of the mountain and tumbled to the floor of a room.
Sophie's POV
The wall crashed in, and three figures toppled to the ground.
"Or you could do that," one of the figures mumbled, face-first in the ground.
That voice…Sophie knew that voice! That was…that was…Justin! Sophie was overjoyed. She looked closer at the three figures. One was Justin. Another was…Lettie! And the third was…
The third was him.
A/N: I'm alive! I am! I don't think I've updated this in over a year…I am so sorry about that. I think I was originally going to just give this up, but then I thought "How could I be so CRUEL? I can't end it there!" And I opened up my laptop, and started typing. Please forgive me for being that evil person who leaves the chapter at a cliff-hanger and then just STOPS UPDATING. I really am sorry. I will make it up to you! I promise. But you know what would be GREAT motivation for me? Reviews. That's right people. Reviews are the air I breathe. They are the things that fuel this story (or, at the very least, the things that fuel ME to write the story).
I swear to you I'm not dead.
Or maybe I am. Maybe I am a zombie and I am right outside your house right now. I WILL EAT YOUR BRAINS. Unless you review! So, you have a choice here: review and keep your brains, or I can eat them up and use your brains as fuel instead of reviews…it's your choice.
