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How long have I sat in the same place? Ten minutes, twenty? Time had no meaning as I held the body of a child so young in my grasp. His life was gone, his spirit had left the physical form and yet, I still couldn't move away. I was numb, more than numb. I was also in shock.
I've seen enough. I've dealt with enough. The child's death was the breaking point in my eyes. I've finally lost my mind. The child took my humanity with him as he left this world. I pray he finds peace, where ever he may be.
The child's blood is now on my hands, and so is his death. I may not have caused it, but I sure as well let it play out.
You tried to make his passing easier. Something inside of me called, but could I really believe it? Maybe, just maybe, I should have begged, pleaded until Eric turned him. Or maybe Pam would have? I'm not on good terms with her though, so I doubt it very much.
Or did I really do the right thing and let him pass—in what I believe—was a peaceful way to go? The blood staining my clothes crimson doesn't give me much hope regardless if it was the right thing to do.
Eric doesn't turn children. He said it to me. It goes against everything he believes in, but why? Why not turn a child? Is it, perhaps, because the child would never further grow up? Would that child be marred by that? It was something I wasn't even capable to think rationally about.
It didn't matter anyway. I sentenced it. I was the last thing the child heard and saw. I was an Angel of Death in the boy's situation.
With a shaking hand, I brought it to the blond hair of the dead child, and gently ran my bloody hands through it. Patting his locks down from the wild, sticking up and combing it out the best I could. I smiled, but it wasn't a smile. It was not one of joy. What do you call those types of smiles? I will never have a word for it.
Tears flowed freely, the biting cold wanting to freeze my tears to my cheeks. Maybe it should. I should always have tears for this child. Why? No real reason other than I was there. I cared for the boy, who died in my arms, which reminded me so much of my brother back in Bon Temps, one that I will never know his name. A nameless boy.
I heard movement and I looked up to see the two vampires I've been with since almost the beginning standing over me, looking at me. No emotion on either of their faces. Did they enjoy the death of this child, just as much as the creatures that actually took his life away?
Sinister thoughts, but ones that should not be there, but, they were. In my heart, the burn resided. Was these emotions mourning and grieving? It was different than what I felt for my Gran when she died and what I felt when my mother and father died as well. Many different shades of sadness I guess there are, and I'm only now figuring it out? Maybe I'm just scorned that I couldn't have saved this child without the help of vampires and their gifts of giving more life? I should have been a doctor….that could have saved this child's life.
He was too far gone anyway. My subconscious tried to reason.
Hardly any emotion at all! I fumed. Hardly any sort of indication that my vampires even cared that he died! He died! He died in my arms!
I think they knew what I was thinking. Pam and Eric gave each other a distant look—one that didn't show me anything.
Before I knew what she was doing, Pam crouched down beside me and met my gaze head on.
"Give me the child, Sookie." She said.
For a moment, my own instincts kicked in to somehow protect the dead child in my arms. I grasped onto his body tighter, pulling him up and closer to my chest. I shook my head, and nearly barred my teeth at her like an animal would.
I didn't know what she wanted from the child. Maybe she wanted to drink the left overs for all I knew.
This isn't you. This is not how you should be thinking of your friends…of the man you love more than anything. My subconscious raged at me. Was she right?
I watched Pam sigh and look up at Eric gravely. What? Was she going to rip the child from my arms next?
Stop it, stop it, stop it! My mind screeched in a high pitch.
Eric was the next to lean down. I coiled away from him, scooting my upper half in the opposite direction of where he crouched.
"Sookie, look at me."He I didn't reply he grabbed my chin in his fingers. I had to ignore the instinct to push him away, but there was also a small part of me fighting to override the instinct and beg for his touch. Once my eyes were in captivated in his he whispered, "Sookie, you are in shock. I know this difficult for you, but you must give Pam the child so we can bury him and make our leave. We cannot stay much longer here. The sun—"
And he stopped, looking down at his own feet. I knew what he was going to say. The sun would be coming up in a few hours, and we had to make it to his destination before that time came.
I knew then that it had been wrong to feel and think the way I just had. Like a switch being flicked on. They weren't trying to take the child away to drink on his blood, or what was left of it like my instincts played it out to be. And they might not show much emotion on their features, but they had enough kindness in their non-beating hearts to stop and dig a grave for the nameless boy.
I spoke nothing as I looked back at the child one last time, before I lifted him up off of me gently. Pam was there in an instant to grab the child from me, cradle him in her arms awkwardly, and carry him away.
I sat there, blood drenched, and just watched as she marched toward the tree line where I saw her standing earlier. I felt nothing then. I was deflated instantaneously. All the pain, the anguish, the guilt, and the mourning vanished, and I was left with a hollowed feeling once more tonight.
Eric stood, but didn't walk away. In fact, he held out his hand for me to take. I looked at it for a moment and at then at him. He stood there, no emotion lingering in his features and simply held out his hand in waiting. I knew that nothing had changed. That, just because this happened, didn't mean that all was well for us as a couple. He was doing it just for the fact that he still loves me. And that he doesn't want me to feel this way.
I take his hand gingerly and he hauls me to my feet. I look at him once more. My eyes soften as I see him gazing at me carefully. Is he trying to decide if I'm okay? It could very well be. I open my mouth to speak, but he interrupts me.
"Let's head over to see if Pam is finished. We must get going." He spoke in a gentle, light tone.
My head bowed and I looked at my feet. I realize he is still grasping my hand. It's a very loose grip he has on me, but it does give me strength to move along with him past the gruesome scene still around.
The other bodies still lie on the ground, but I dared not to think of it more than that. We didn't have time to bury them all. I understood.
We came across the freshly covered grave. The soil tampered with and a small mound of hardened soil mixed with snow now covered the body of the nameless boy. I stood there a moment. I didn't have it in me to try any longer for this child. I was too spent. All I could do was pray he was happy where it was, and that maybe, my Gran would watch after him so he wasn't alone wherever he was.
Letting go of Eric's hand, I leaned down and touched the mound, laying my blood reddened caked, pasted hand on top of where the boy will forever lie.
"Thank you," I whispered to my vampire companions. "I know….that this doesn't change anything. But thank you…for giving peace to this dying boy."
And I rose and began walking away from the grave, in the direction that we were originally going knowing full well, sooner or later, Pam or Eric would move up and take charge of which way we needed to head. I just needed this space. I understood Eric now, when he said earlier he needed space from what I had done, what he had done. I needed this small amount of time to allow myself to readjust and find my own humanity that seemed to die along with the nameless child.
We seemed to have been walking for so long now. We had to stop for the night, and hide in one of the caves that we're in the woods. Eric and Pam slept half covered in soil that lined the cave bed. We had to stop. We simply wouldn't have made it to where we were going—I still have no idea where—on time.
I stayed up that day, the whole day. I thought everything over. I felt more relieved than I had before. I feel—different in a way. I came to terms of what I had asked of Eric when it came to the child, and he did so willingly. I came to terms with the fact that I could not have saved him myself and that I had not caused his death, but maybe helped him, ease him in the end. It gave me a slight form of peace, one that didn't fully touch my heart because of everything else that's happened, but I'm going to be okay with it. I'll live knowing that the child did not die alone.
Everything else is still the same. Eric still hasn't talked to me about anything. I understand now, but it doesn't mean that I like it. How could I? I love him. I need him. I just can't technically have him right now.
We began walking right after the sun had set, at a quicker pace than we first started out. I kept quiet the whole time. There was nothing really to say, and no one else did either. It was all quiet there. All you heard was the sound of the snow crunching under your feet and the wind whistling in the air and through the trees.
We must have reached our destination, because Eric had stopped.
"We're here." Eric's voice blew across the wind.
"Where is here?" I asked, shocking myself that I actually spoke.
Though, Eric didn't turn around, he answered me. "We are at the Seer's home." He spoke. "Mae shall know what to do."
I brought my hand up to my mouth in awe. I had totally forgotten about the Seer who had shown up at the castle before. She said there had been another option or that Eric could decide to stay in Symperia after the Black Hole was obliterated by the fairy—by me.
I looked down at the small cottage looking home. There was smoke coming out of the chimney, there was dim light shining through the small windows, and the roof looked like it had a hole or two here and there. The home itself sat in a weird oval shaped meadow blanketed in snow, with one dead tree standing next to the cottage. The bowing branches were covered in snow and ice sickles, the trunk was twisted and rotted so badly on the right side that you could see that it was nearly gutted out on the inside. The house in all didn't seem very inviting. For some reason the story 'Hansel and Gretel' came to mind, except this house was definitely not made out of candy, and the person inside wasn't a witch but a vampire—a really old and really powerful one at that.
I gulped, remembering how the Seer had looked at me, how she seemed to peer past my eyes and straight into my soul. I just knew now that she knew who I was before I even did, but why didn't she say anything to Eric? Maybe she had been worried for my safety? No, I'm sure that wasn't it. Maybe, just like Eric had said, that fate needed to play out without anyone's interference.
I looked up at Eric who I now joined on the other side of Pam. I heard her groan but I paid no mind. My mind raced a thousand times faster as I thought over all the possibilities until I saw the door of the cottage open, and a slightly bent over figure stepped outside. I squinted, but I couldn't exactly see who it was, though I was sure it was Mae.
Then I heard a voice rise up over the wind, but not high enough that I could fully make it out what the person was saying.
I now heard Eric cuss under his breath. "Come on, we've got to hurry."
"Why?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Because, she just said the future changed yet again, like it always seems to do," Pam said gravely. I think her comment was directed at both Eric and I.
Eric trudged down the hill first, Pam went next, and then I brought up the rear. This side seemed to be more slippery than the side we just climbed. I had to walk slowly to make sure I didn't fall and slip down the whole thing.
Once I reached the bottom, Pam and Eric were already heading inside. Eric finally looked back at me though and that exact moment I lost my balance and almost took a nose dive into the snow. I grumbled under my breath and followed them.
Mae, the Seer was still standing outside, obviously waiting for me to hurry up. Blood still lingered on my skin and clothing. I faintly wondered what Mae thought about that. Wringing my hands together, I picked up my speed. I gave a quick, stiff nod in her direction as I walked through the threshold and into her home.
It was a small little area, with not much to explain. There were candles lit and flickering everywhere and parchment thrown all about the room. There were cobwebs lining the ceiling and giant dust bunnies collecting on the floor. The air was musky and almost hard to breathe through, but I managed.
"As you have just heard," Mae spoke as she shut the door on her way in, "the premonition has changed. It's a lot more hectic than it started out to be." She sighed, holding up her hand to stop Eric as he opened his mouth to speak. "I know what you came here for Eric, and I'm sorry, but staying in Symperia is not an option any longer."
My heart seemed to falter at her words and I slunk down onto the old, color faded, floral print couch. My eyes moved to meet Eric's and my heart seemed to jump up into my throat with the look he was giving me. His eyes held so much. It was like I was looking back into his past. A thousand wars, a thousand years, and yet, none of that mattered anymore because I knew, just by looking into his blue eyes that his plan had been to stay in Symperia. That had been his first option. I didn't need to know the rest. It had been taken away from him, in all but two seconds to hear those words stumble from Mae's lips.
"The witches, their power…" Mae seemed lost for words. "They had other options all along. If one plan failed for them, they had another."
"So, what you told me in the room the room yesterday," Pam started, "About the witches choosing too early and too late…"
"They had a back-up plan," Eric hissed darkly, "for if Sookie didn't complete her task in actually killing me. They had a fucking back-up plan, to back-up their other plans."
I winced away at his loud voice, and bent my head low as a new wave of guilt rushed through my veins. I couldn't speak, let alone ask what exactly they were talking about.
"I wouldn't have ever deemed them smart enough," Pam spoke gravely.
"Exactly," Mae whispered. "It was hidden well, Eric. It was something I couldn't see coming, because it was only a side possibility. She tried to kill you, didn't she?" Mae nodded her head in my direction without looking.
"Yes, twice." Pam sniveled out, hissing at me. I could vaguely see a hint of fang sticking out from the bottom of her top lip. Whatever kindness she held for me last night with the boy, it vanished in an instant.
I bowed my head in shame. "Yes, I did try to kill him, but…I couldn't do it. I couldn't go through with it." I sighed heavily, feeling the weight of everything falling on my shoulders again. But, I had enough of being pushed around. I glared up at Pam, turned my eyes to Mae, and finally blue eyes fell to blue eyes as I stared at him. "And I have no idea how to make up for it, and I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry. I don't know what else I can say."
He spoke of nothing, but his eyes didn't sway from mine. The air lingered heavily around us all. I closed my eyes and sighed. It was quiet for two moments before the silence was broken.
"As I was saying," Mae jumped in, "with her decision not to kill you—which I will give her credit for because she decided against it—it changed the future once again, because the power was held within the Cluviel Dor that is within her heart. There was an extra enchantment, you could say, on the trinket." She looked at me sadly. "That if she chose not to kill the one she loved, that it will alter something else in existence, changing the course—yet again—of the future. And in doing so, it changed the Black Hole."
"How so?" Eric murmured.
Mae moved throughout the room, pulling parchment after parchment off the ground, flinging them behind her. Finally, she pulled a canvas off the floor and settled it in the middle of the room. "I drew this, this morning. I woke from my sleep, which is very hard to do. I had to illustrate what I had seen."
Changes, changes, and more changes; how is this ever going to work out? Nothing is going right. I'm more lost than I was before. I didn't want to listen any longer. Why try when there is always something else right around the corner we have to face? I murmured about needing fresh air and walked out of the small, dirty cottage before anyone could stop me.
Eric's POV:
"Are you just going to let her go?" Mae asked of me, stopping and turning away from the actual big problem on our hands.
I nodded, watching Sookie leave. She wouldn't go further than the front step.
"For now," I replied with a nod. "Continue."
Mae shook her head but turned back to the painting. It was almost identical to the one hanging in my castle. The back of Sookie's body, her blond hair flowing wildly with her crimson bloody arms stretched upward, but instead of one Black Hole she was fighting off in the other painting, there were several. The Black Holes were not evaporating from the light. It was as if Sookie's powers could not penetrate the absolute darkness. All she seemed to be doing was keeping them at bay.
"Do you know what this means?" Mae questioned.
"I have a vague idea." I spoke sarcastically.
"There is more than one Black Hole now and they will descend very soon to kill us all, including Sookie because she betrayed her kind and the witches with choosing to not go through with ending your life. It's like they would look at her as if she was a traitor and therefore, she dies with the rest of us." Mae whispers, shaking her head. "The Black Holes will never stop. There is no way to defeat them. Our only option is to go back to Earth now."
"And what shall become of Sookie?" Mae turns her head away from my glance. I didn't like it. I roughly grabbed her arm and turned her back in my direction. I snarled. "What shall become of Sookie, Mae?"
Her eyes seem to dull. "None of the….better premonitions I have ever had on this subject, none of the outcomes I have seen before, apply anymore, Eric." She speaks gently, but urgently. "There is only one. The one you had planned to do all along."
I release her as quickly as I could, as if she burned my hand. I stumbled back.
"Eric…" Pam tries, but I hold up my hand for her to stop.
"So are you saying," I whisper, "that there is no way I can save her?"
"There is no way you can save her." She quipped so quickly that I barely caught it. "Go to her, Eric. You cannot stay mad at her forever." Mae said sternly. "You both were played like pawns on a chess board, Eric. Neither is at fault for the actions caused by these old foes of yours. Now is not the time for you two to act this way with one another. If the end—"
I cut her off, by shaking my head and backing away.
"No, don't speak of it." I spoke loudly.
And I was out the door just as quickly as Sookie was. I looked down the path, seeing that Sookie did in fact go further than the first step, but not much farther. She hadn't heard me come out. I was grateful.
I stood there in silence a few feet behind her, and watched her small, jittery movements in the snow. My mind raced, my body screamed at me that I must accept what is and be done with it—just as I had done with the small child that died in my lovers arms. I shook my head slowly, my eyes tightening as I looked at only her.
My instincts started to kick in to preserve my own life, along with all of my peers, but I wouldn't do that. If there was no way to save Sookie in the end, then we shall all die. I shall doom us all.
But I won't give up so easily. I have never given up in my long existence, and I did not plan on starting now. Something similar to hope flared up within me and I opened the bond between us because Mae was right on something; I could not fight what I feel for her and be upset at her for something she did not necessarily do on her own. I could not just be away from her with the possibility that our lives might end very shortly. I cannot continue on with the way I have been acting tonight. I must fight the instincts and love her as strongly as I can.
As strange and quickly as it had come, I let the idea of what she had done roll off my shoulders and burn it out of my mind forever. None of it mattered. All that mattered, all that should have mattered in the first place was and forever will be is loving her. We had been played, just as Mae had said, like pawns on a chess board. And when two people compassionately love other on the level that Sookie and I do, and if a potential apocalypse hung at the balance, nothing else should matter except staying unified and defying what fate had thrown our way. I had let the game the witches set eat me alive and break my resolve. That makes me weak and weak is something that I am not. I am not controlled by my instincts. I do as I please, and now is the time to start finding myself again. And, I know, that to find myself is to bring myself closer to Sookie once more. Sookie is my life, just as much as I am hers. We fight together.
Sookie's POV:
I looked up toward the heavens hoping to see a shooting star streak across the night sky. All I want to do is to wish that I could go back in time. I didn't have a set date in mind when I thought of it, really; maybe a place where all this didn't exist, maybe a place where I didn't exactly exist. A place where I didn't have to go through things like this—the way I feel about everything. I had given up any form of hope for anything. It was all too complicated for my already tattered and battered mind, body, and soul. These last few days have really thrown me through a ringer.
I just don't feel like myself anymore, but that makes me think of a bunch of different things. Did I really know who I was before all of this happened? No, I didn't, and probably would have lived a very boring life. Sometimes lately though—like right now, standing in the snow having a really bad night that only seems to be escalating—I wish I had a normal life.
Time passed and still no shooting star. I gave up on the idea that something that silly would even help me. Quite frankly—I didn't think I could have wished for what I wanted to a moment ago. I just don't know what I want or what I really expect to happen.
That was, until I felt something well up within my heart. Warmth I hadn't ever felt. My hand slowly grasped my shirt, under the jacket, and right above my heart where the heat started. It was different than the heat I felt from my powers. This feeling made me want to smile, it made me want to feel hope. I wanted to hold onto it and never let it go.
Then a strong hand grasped my shoulder and began to turn me around. I looked up into the blue eyes of the one I loved the most. Eric just stared at me for a moment, letting this hope fill my body completely. I knew it was him doing it now. I just wondered why. Why all of a sudden he would offer me this when he wouldn't even speak with me before.
"It's what they want," He said as if he could read my thoughts. "The witches want us to be the enemies we were born to be. I can't let that happen. I won't let that happen. You are who I'm fighting for in this, Sookie, only you." His words frightened me with how much intensity was put into every syllable.
"Why…are you…?" I asked, but he hushed me.
His mouth fell down onto mine and he kissed me roughly. His arms grasped the small of my back and lifted me closer to his body until we were touching with no room to move. I was frozen for a moment, shocked at the turn of events. His arms we're strained, fighting against….something.
"Please," I heard him whisper against my lips. "Forget everything. None of it matters."
"Eric," I try to speak through his rough kisses that only seemed to be more desperate each time he came back for more. "E-Eric, please…wait." I try to push him, knowing it wouldn't have done any use, but he sighed and pulled back.
"Why do you push me away when I want to make things better?" He asked harshly, moving closer and invading my space. He grabbed my shoulders tightly in his grasp, so much that I winced. "Why?"
"B-Because, this isn't you," I spoke knowing something was wrong with him. He wouldn't have changed his mind unless something really happened back in the house. "You were so set on keeping space, and I understand…I understand now why you needed it. I think I always did. I—" A fresh wound opened up in my heart. "I almost killed you…twice. Pam didn't lie back there. And all I can say is I'm sorry? I'm Sorry?"
In that single moment, everything became real to me—really real. I had a revelation.
"That's not good enough for me!" I yelled, but more at myself than at him. "I've wallowed in my own self-pity for what I had almost done, and I will live with it until the day I die."
His eyes grew wide with alarm, and he pulled me against his chest tightly. I tried to fight, but he growled in my ear. It was a possessive growl. "No, you will not die. You. Will. Not. Die!" His voice held so much emotion—so much that I caught on to what must have been spoken between him and Mae while I was outside.
"S-So," I whispered, falling slack in his arms, "we came here for nothing then."
"That's not true. Don't even think it." His grip only tightened. He knew that I knew. "I'll find a way, Sookie, I promise."
I shook my head, smiling sadly at his words of anguish. "Why do you love me so much, Eric? For all that I've done, I truly do not deserve you."
He pulled back and looked at me. "You do not deserve me?"
I met his blue gaze with a steady one of my own—not thinking about my future doom, not thinking about myself. It's about him now.
"No, I know I don't." I bring my hand up to his face and let my fingertips run the length of his jawline. "I could die a hundred times and still not be worthy of you."
"You're wrong." He states simply. "We've had our rough moments. I know this has been hell. This is what this place is—hell, Sookie. They put us here, the witches, making it our own personal hell. They used you, they used me, they used our destiny to their advantage in hopes that we would die here in this hell." He stood straighter, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him when I tried to turn away. "They might have had a back-up plan, and it may have worked. It may have done exactly what they wanted it to do, but you chose your own destiny, Sookie. You chose to not kill me. They didn't taint you as much as you want to believe they did. Do you realize this? And you think you don't deserve me?"
I looked up at him, trying to understand his words. He's put me through another ringer tonight with his kind, loving words. Tears sting my eyes, but I hold them back—no reason to cry.
"I was…wrong, Sookie." He spoke regretfully. "I was wrong in pushing you away. It felt right at the time, but it doesn't anymore. I won't push you away, and I don't want you to push me away from you. If I cannot save you—" He shook his head. "I will find a way, Sookie. I promise you."
"Eric—" My voice hitches.
"It's what they want. They want us to remain enemies until the very end. I can't allow that to happen, do you understand?"
"I…I understand." I nod, still reeling from this new profound information. "I love you, Eric, so very much."
"And I love you," He smiles for the first time in what feels like forever. It is such a beautiful sight. "It's why I will not give up."
I don't speak my mind on his thoughts. If the premonition has changed and he suddenly changed his view on everything we spoke about in that motel room, then I know that there is nothing he can physically do to save us both from this hell world, as he so rightfully put it. He's scared—scared to lose me, and I know I feel the same way. I'm terrified to lose Eric.
But, I know it will do nothing to show him that the odds aren't very high in our favor. No need for him to feel any more pain or fear from this.
It's a whole different side that I'm seeing from him. It's almost—human—in a way. Fear does a lot to people, but I never thought fear could touch him the way it has tonight. Before I met him, I believed he feared nothing. I realized that no matter what species you are, mortal or immortal; we aren't as different from one another as the witches played the Supes out to be. We all feel, we all hurt, we all love, and we fear.
So I whisper, "I don't want you to ever give up. We'll find a way."
Eric's eyes search mine carefully. He brings his fingers up to my chin again, running it up to my cheek bone before crossing over my ear to put his hand through my hair. I savored his touch as if it was my last, and to be honest, it very well could be.
We all have a destiny and I know what mine is. It's an eerie feeling when you know where your life is going. I just don't want Eric to follow me into death.
There was hardly any light in the small living space of Mae's home. My eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness. The only light source was for the two holes that were in the ceiling on the other side of the room. The sun shined through and hurt my eyes each time I glanced their way.
I had a lot of time to come to terms with something heavy yet again. Surprisingly, I'm not scared. I'm not scared to die, but I am frightened. I'm frightened that Eric would die with me, and his people would crumble as well. I don't want that to happen.
My people—the Fae caused everything because of their want to mingle with humans. It caused the war. They threw the gauntlet down and Eric was the one that picked it up. He had warned them that it would cost them greatly, cost every Supe greatly, and it did. He didn't lie.
For the first time, I accepted that I hated my own kind. Hated them for what they did that lead me here, racking my brains into mush to figure out something that would help save everyone else. I hated them, but I cherished them at the same time.
They lead me here where I met Eric and where I have grown as a person. From all that I have seen, to all that I've done, I've changed. I've changed and it's not because of the Fae blood running through my system.
Suddenly, I heard the door creek to the left. It was the basement door that was now opened slightly. I watched silently as a figure came forth and tightly hugged the wall, inching their way down to the only other door that leads to a room in this place.
"I can talk freely with you now, dearest Sookie." Mae's voice called lightly through the air.
I blink slowly and watch her open the door to the other room and walk inside. I see a thin, white hand pop out from the shadow of the room. She curled her fingers, palms up, in my direction, and with one index finger, beckoned to me.
I stood up silently, without question and followed Mae into the shadows of the room. It was pitch black, no windows whatsoever. I stumbled around, banging my legs off of something low to the ground. I immediately stopped and decided this was the best place than none to just stand and wait for her to speak, and she did so a moment later.
Through the darkness she whispered, "You know of your fate, do you not, Faery?"
Tight lipped, I answered, "Yes. I know all of our fate. It's singular."
"Hmm," She grunted out. "So, tell me something, my dear,"
"Hmm?" I used her grunt to answer.
So quickly, she lit a match and threw it into the same basin she used at the castle. I jumped back as the multi-colored flames shot up brightly. My eyes flew to hers in a rushed movement and I stared at Mae who had a small, eerie smile on her lips. Her hand rose above the flames, and they began to swirl around her, never touching her skin at all.
"How much do you want to save Eric?"
My heart seemed to lighten instantly.
"Very much so," I told her. "Just tell me how."
