Magic
"Why don't you use it?"
She brushes a gentle hand over my cheek. The one with scars, the one I've come to love. I'm happy that she's come to fear me less over time.
Tears prick my eyes. I do not know why, I am not sad. "I've seen what it can do to people." Really, since Scarlet has come, I've been happy. Even when Jacin was missing, she helped me to maintain my sanity. Even during those days when she hated me. Those were the worst days.
"Earthens call it magic," she says. I love how she speaks, how an accent lilts over her words. French, she told me.
I shake my head, defiant. "It's not magic. It's no good to call it that, either."
Scarlet smiles. I adore her smile almost as much as I adore the very sound of her voice. "You're magical all on your own."
I think I feel my heart stall in my chest. I was never before sure of what that might mean, but now I know. "Am I?" I ask, my hands anxiously twisted together.
Her smile widens. "You are."
I hear a beep from the door that leads to the menagerie. We both snap our attention to it. I measure my breath and then look at her. "It's time."
Her eyes meet mine. "Yeah."
"Let's get you out of here."
Author's Note: I'm not writing as much as I used to anymore, and that really, really sucks! Anyway, this was a ficlet prompt sent to me by my girlfriend (Kohaku Kawa) and I'm a sucker for noncanon, so here you go.
