Even shorter chapter!
To zantarak- I need part 2! Gimme part 2! :O :O :O
To HoO Fan- Very honest Louisa words. And noooo! I watched ghost stories with my little sister- I found Dear David on Youtube and it's the only thing she's sat with me for, sitting on my lap like she was littler again, she did not like that one! ^_^
To RandomFanAuthor- MWHAHAHA
To JasonGraceIsNAPPING- ...
It was those three words, the words Calypso said in her last moments, that cut through. A jolt of determination spurred movement in her limbs. Louisa would not let this be all Calypso lived for.
She thought of the sea. Running water. Cold. Refreshing. Healing. Gods, she needed healing. She could not feel pain in most of her body and while she was glad for that, her brain knew it was bad.
A tug in her gut, her heart soared between failing lungs.
There was water underneath her.
The eidolon noticed the cracks in the floor, a second too late. He screamed, freeing his rage and destruction, only to lose it when the floor erupted and engulfed him in a geyser.
The water did not let off, ramming him against the wall. It roared, eating up the heat, dousing Calypso in sweet, icy relief. It splashed in her face, but made a sphere of cool air around her head. The force behind it began to settle and she closed her eyes, breathing deeply, letting it wash over her with a gentle, soothing tickle of a stream.
A crackling caught her ear, a break in the water as it swept over the floor. Leo had been frozen to the wall, his head just below the ceiling. He was pinned, only able to move his eyes, still gold. Ice had covered his mouth, muffled noises of outrage rising from behind it. Blood from his nose dribbled onto its surface, losing its gusto.
Water lapped over the floor. It bubbled in the remnants of the heat, cooling as it washed over Louisa. The pain was the first thing to return to her, each rivulet like acid in her veins. It began to soften and she began to breathe gulping, erratic breaths. She could move. Her skin went from broiled scarlet to hot pink and then no more than a bad case of sunburn.
She was glad she could feel again, moreso as she healed. Her leg was going to take longer to heal. With a little effort, she had it in a cast of water. Her breathing was still a little raspy, but actually regaining the ability to do so- marvellous.
On the other end of the scale, the gut-turning chill under her skin of metal scraping on stone was not marvellous. It was nowhere near marvellous and even further from it when she saw the golden-eyed Calypso priming to run her own sword through her head.
80 reviews to go! Gimme more ghost stories! :D
