~ Marina ~
I inhaled deeply.
Can I kiss you?
I really wish you would.
It was difficult being at the well, for many reasons. John was staring at the spot Sarah had died. Ella wasn't here to hold my hand and neither Eight. The reports of Loric blue light coming from the well had filled the newspapers, so we had to be quick if any chance of a miracle had arisen.
"This is stupid!" Nine exclaimed, kicking a block of rubble across the previous battle ground. "We will get caught again-"
"We have to see what's going on," John interrupted. "It could be Loric and if the Mogs get to it first then we're even more stuck,"
"You've got it wrong," he justified. "It's obviously some left over Loric energy from the last time you came-"
"Go down there!" Six ordered from the side of the well. He glared at her and walked over, making a big show over the opening.
"Look, no Loric light. Now can we leave, I don't want to be attacked-" He was stopped by a dim Loric light, slowly growing by the second. We moved back.
A chorus of screams were heard, some I recognised as Eights and Sarah's.
"That's One's voice!" Adam exclaimed, running to the edge. He looked at us in panic, his expressions held by many others, even when the noise stopped.
"What the fuck," Nine whispered.
We were still in shock, sharing shaking glances.
Blue light exploded our vision and I was knocked backwards with a powerful force, somehow filling me with comfort.
I heard some people cough and groan.
"Is everyone okay?!" John shouted. We agreed, and as the light became sheer...
"I am!" Eight responded.
He leaned against the well, his pendant hung around his neck, the familiar feeling of mine own also against me. There were a few cries of pain and joy but I only focused on him. I'm sure I looked silly, dirt on my back and my mouth agape, but he didn't seem to care. He just smiled softly, probably matching my expression when I recollected myself and he soon grinned wide and teleported closer to me.
"Are you real?" I managed to whisper, asking the question which could ruin everything.
He made a big show of touching his chest, breathing a sigh of relief.
"I am pretty sure, but you might have to check-"
He was stopped by my arms around his neck. He chuckled, pulling me tight against him.
"Now if I remember correctly, you owe me a kiss, I technically wasn't alive when it happened," He raised his eyebrows in suggestion. I grinned, kissing him with as much need as I possibly could.
"Don't you dare disappear," I said, my eyes blurry.
"I wouldn't dream of it Mar,"
He was knocked to the ground by Nine, who unbraced him in a violent hug.
"It's my fault, it's my fault," he repeated. "I'm sorry,"
"I can't breath!" Eight squeaked, taking a deep breath when he let go. "I'm alive dude-"
He was stopped by Six slapping him round the face.
"Don't you dare fucking do that to us Eight, you idiot," She was crying, less subtle than Nine. She hugged him, soon followed by John.
"Where's Ella?" Eight asked. The others stared at me in sadness.
"They took her," John explained. Eights eyes widened in worry and he looked around as if she would appear.