Disclaimer: I do not own the Avalon: Web of Magic/Quest for Magic series or the song "Red Sam", they belong to Rachel Roberts and Flyleaf respectively.
To find this song on YouTube, search for "Flyleaf Red Sam Acoustic".
Here I stand
Empty hands
Wishing my wrists were bleeding
To stop the pain from the beatings
And there you stood
Holding me
Waiting for me to notice you
Pierre was back at home after only a day at the hospital, but Lily had forbade him from any alcohol.
Thank goodness. At least Pierre does whatever Lily tells him to. That's probably why they're still together, Adriane thought.
The warrior heard Lily gabbing away with her mother--no, Willow--and waited patiently for her aunt to hand her the phone. As if on cue, Lily turned around and said "Yes, alright. Yes, she's here."
Adriane took the gray and black wireless handset and heard Willow's voice on the other line. "Look, last week, I know you're upset and everything, but you have to understand. You wanted to stay at Ravenswood, and your father and I wanted to raise a child."
"But why keep her a secret from me?"
"I don't know, Adriane! It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. We wanted a sweet little girl who we loved and--" Willow stopped herself. "I didn't mean that," she said quickly.
"Of course you didn't," The warrior replied, her words dripping with hurt. "Have a nice life, Willow. Bye." With that, she clicked the silver "talk" button on the handset and handed it to Lily before rushing to the upstairs bathroom.
But who are you?
You are the truth
Outscreaming these lies
You are the truth
Saving my life
The warmth of your embrace
Melts my frostbitten spirit
You speak the truth and I hear it
The words are "I love you"
And I have to believe in you
Adriane watched the blood swirl down the drain. She had locked the door, so she knew no one would come in. By now, she had learned how to not make such a huge mess of the bathroom when she did this. She started to feel light-headed, and she knew that that meant she had to bandage her arm. Stumbling slightly, she made her way over to the medicine cabinet and pulled out an Ace bandage. Slowly, she wrapped it around her arm-- five new cuts-- and sank to the floor, her back against the wall. A few tears made their way down her cheek, then a few more, and finally, her face was wet and salty.
After what seemed like hours, the warrior pulled herself up and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked sick. She was sick. Disgusted with herself, she turned away and headed towards her room. She had school in the morning.
But who are you?
You are the truth
Outscreaming these lies
You are the truth
Saving my life
My hands are open
And you are filling them
Hands in the air
In the air, in the air, in the air
"Kara."
The blazing star woke from a deep sleep instantly, only to find herself, not in her bed, but in a foggy, ethereal... nothingness. She looked at the person who had called her name.
"Lucinda?" She asked increduously.
The fairy queen nodded. "Kara, you must beware of the sorceress. She is using dreams to corrupt you. Here," Lucinda reached behind her long, beautiful silver-blonde hair unclasped a necklace. It was simple, a small, pearly, opaque image of a fairy on a silver chain. "It will protect you," She told Kara as the blonde teenager put it on.
"But Kara, watch out for your friends. They are your anchor. And one may be teetering over the edge."
The fog vanished, and Kara woke again, in her bedroom this time. She looked down. A delicate necklace adorned her throat. So the dream was real. Kara knew what the sorceress had been trying to do, and she was thankful for the protection Lucinda offered. But what had the fairy meant when she said that one of her friends could be teetering over the edge?
And I worship
I worship
I worship
I worship
You are the truth
Outscreaming these lies
