Ok, I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. I was away for a week in the mountains, and I was also grounded... Anyways, Chapter 10, people! Iggy's POV entirely—he's getting his sight back!

Anyways, I'm gonna wrap this story up and finish soon, 'cause I'm getting bored with it, and I really wanna focus on Underwater Adventures and my future stories (check out my profile if you wanna know which stories I'm talking about).

I also wanted to point out that I now have a website: kiliro. webs. com (notice the spaces: the website doesn't let us have direct links to other websites. Stupid.)

Anyways, REVIEW, people! I need reviews, otherwise I won't even bother finishing the story. Seriously, I get so bored while writing it...

-K

The effects of lilac, lavender and roses

Iggy's POV

I followed Willow's almost silent footsteps to her room. There, she led me to the bed, which she told me to sit on.

Once I was seated and comfortable, I heard Tara (or was it Willow?), opening a bottle.

The smell immediately attacked my nostrils.

It smelled of lilac and lavender, along with rose. Alone, the smells are perfectly fine. Together? Not so much!

The person holding the container approached me, and this time, I recognized the footsteps to be Tara's.

She put the small bottle in my hands and told me to drink it all.

I obediently did as I was told. Once I had finished drinking the disgusting potion, I gave the bottle back to Tara.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then, slowly, I became aware of a sudden urge to close my unseeing eyes.

It wasn't that I was tired or anything like that, no! It was more like a feeling, a voice, that forced me to close my eyes. I was as sure that I had to close them as I was sure that I was a blind bird kid.

So, I closed my eyes.

After what seemed like hours, but must've been only minutes, the urge disappeared, and I slowly, tentatively, opened my eyes again.

The first thing I noticed was that, instead of black, I was seeing light.

At first, my mind, unaccustomed to receiving any images from my eyes, didn't process that I was actually seeing for the first time in ages.

Not the fuzzy view of when I was in Antarctica or underwater, but really, really seeing, as well as I had when I was nine.

The first thing I looked at was Tara. I have to say, she was beautiful. If she hadn't been the first person I'd seen after getting my sight back, I think she wouldn't have attracted my attention. But, right then and there, she was the most beautiful person I'd seen.

Willow was just as beautiful. I mean, she obviously wasn't the same as Tara—she was actually extremely different—, but she was really beautiful too. Possibly more than Tara.

Then, I started looking around the room. I was so happy that I stared intently at everything that came in my line of vision. Whether it was a flower, a painting, or a fly, I stared at it with the same intensity.

I must've looked like a 5 year old because the girls started giggling like (how ironic) 5 year olds.

Not caring whether I looked ridiculous or not, I laughed along with them.

And suddenly, I realized that all the bitterness and anger I'd felt for the most part of my years of being blind had completely and utterly disappeared.

All of it.

I let the girls lead me downstairs—I was too busy staring at everything to notice where I was supposed to be going.

When we stopped at the door of what was presumably the back garden, I looked at them questioningly.

They didn't speak, just motioned towards the door. I understood that they wanted me to open the door.

So I did.

Waiting for me outside was the most beautiful thing I'd seen yet—something I was sure I would remember for the rest of my life, or whatever I would have of it.

The sky, clouds, and trees were orange and pink from the fading light of dusk. Unable to stop myself, I gasped, and immediately, everyones' attention drifted towards me as one.

I stood solemnly in place as Nudge, Gazzy and Dawn digested the fact that I could see.

Nobody spoke nor moved for what seemed like eternity, and then Nudge burst into tears of—I hoped—joy.

Then, Gazzy walked up to me and hugged me tightly. I hugged him back, and he said,

"I'm so glad you got your sight back, man. I should've known the girls would have some spell up their sleeves for you."

I smiled and thanked him.

Then Nudge, who still had tear tracks down her face, and was—for once—speechless, hugged me too. In one look, she conveyed to me all the happiness she felt.

After Nudge had pulled away, Dawn crept close, but, not knowing what to say—we hadn't gotten to get to know each other much—, stayed silent. However, she smiled, and I smiled back.

Then, I said,

"Can I see those new wings of yours?"

She blushed and nodded. Gazzy took her hand and they did a quick up-and-away, flew in a circle around the garden, then landed and walked back to us.

Both of them were radiating happiness, and for some reason, the rest of us burst into laughter, which they joined gladly.

Finally regaining our composure, we walked back into the house, still giggling occasionally.

However, what was waiting for us in the kitchen stopped us all in our tracks.

Ok, I hope you liked this chapter. Sorry if it seems short...

Now that you're done, read the Author's Note that most of you have probably skipped.

Anyways, if you don't feel like going all the way back up, here's what it says:

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-K