Chapter Nine: Sleep...

She hasn't woken up yet.

We are all inside the library, searching.

If only I knew what.

"Um, Nilesy!" I whispered.

"What Panda?" He asked, without looking up from his book.

"What are we looking for again?"

"To be honest, I'm not quite sure..." Nilesy muttered, lowering his book, showing a comic hidden in the pages.

I face-palmed, and sat down onto a nearby chair. "How long has it been?"

"3 day's apparently, she can't die, but it's worrying to see her like this."

I nodded in agreement. "I swear she would have woken up by now..."

We fell silent. "You know, there could have been a glitch..." Nilesy said eventually.

"No, don't even think about it! She will be the only one who could save this dimension if something goes wrong, and turn us back! If she's dead, then..." I trail off, not wanting to finish the sentence

"We're screwed." He said, frowning.

"Just... let's just look for something, anything about Cirrus, the place she come's from? Might shed some light on this situation."

Nilesy got up, and put the comic he was reading down. I smiled, together, we must find something, to answer the questions we all have.

Ridge looked at the body. She was still in the same half burnt clothes, and lay peacefully on the bed. It was hard to believe she wasn't dead, from her ashen skin and cold hand's. From far away, Freya just looked like she was in a deep, deep, sleep. What a weird. It's the name of a Norse goddess, of love and beauty, war and death. Mordecai, people with this name have a deep inner desire to create and express themselves, often in public speaking, acting, writing or singing.

I shook my head. Why do I know all these thing's? Is it because of the fact that I'm now a Demi-god? Grimacing, I walked back out of the room, not wanting to be in a place so quiet. It's like the world morn's her "death", encasing her in a small bubble of serenity, protecting her from the chaos outside.

Scanning the corridor, I quickly walked to the right, taking several turn's. Left, right, right, left, soon I got lost in the labyrinth that was my home. Well, more like temporary base, for I can't stay here forever. Passing some recording studios, I noticed a few people were editing and doing some more videos. They waved and said hi as I walked past them, I responded with a small nod. I had a bigger task at hand then greeting my friends properly, that stuff can wait.

I soon arrived at some yellow police tape, which I just ducked under. Then I saw it. What the hallway was reduced to, from that explosion. Nobody thought it was just normal TNT, or a creeper, but something else. I looked at the burnt mark's, the peeling wallpaper, the blue stain on the wall that is only thing showing where Freya had been. Looking so broken, all alone...

Ugh, why was my mind wandering off like this? Sure she's pretty, but I'm not attracted to her, at least I don't think so. I've barely known her! I trudged off, completely forgetting why I was here in the first place. I needed to sort out my feeling's and what I'm thinking, this will be a massive problem in the future. Rubbing my face, I sat down on a chair, finding out I was actually really tired. So very tired... I felt my eye lid's slowly close. Just a few minutes, ten at most, I thought, shifting into a more comfortable pose. Yes, just... sleep...

Freya screamed. I was back in that horrible room, with the council, the bastards.

"I sentence you to a life-time's detainment, for Murder,"

No, I didn't mean to!

"For The Blood You Spilled,"

No!

"For Destroying Everything!" He roared, his face contorted into a evil grin, as he slammed down the hammer.

I pulled at my chain's, trying to plead innocent, even though the decision was final. Screaming a final time, I felt my arm burn, causing me to fall to my knees. I watched through tear's as it slowly appeared on my arm. A black tattoo, with the element's in a intricate design, colliding in the middle to create a void, the unholy sign that I'm a outcast. I will never be shown any kindness from anyone in Cirrus, I will have nobody. But this punishment is worthless, everyone I loved is dead.

Because I killed them.

I wept. For how long, God know's. Time meant nothing to me, year's ticked by, like sand falling through my finger's. But once there were no more tears, I stood up. I knew there's people who are waiting for me, who are counting on me.

I need to save that world. Even if that would push me off the edge, leave me as a husk. It's the least I could do, and currently, weeping about past mistakes will not help the situation.

For once, I had a chance, and I wasn't going to waste it.


Authors Notes:

Sorry, this chapter is much smaller then the rest, but I've got really bad writer's block. I'm not happy how this chapter came out, but I've got a good idea for the next one! So don't worry, I haven't lost all sense of the whole plot!

Thank's for reading!

Signing out,

Deceptive Chrysalis