A/N: well the first 6 paragraphs are supposed to be italic weither is
worked or not? just to let ya know.
i The four of us were sitting on a large baby blue blanket, in the middle of a flowered meadow. Mom sitting between dad's legs, in a flowing white dress. Moira and I sat back to back, both writing in our BOS'. Mom and Dad were laughing about something. I closed the front cover of my book of shadows, and set my pen down.
"I'm going to pick some flowers." I told my parents, both smiled and nodded. I wondered off, a couple hundred feet from the blankets. Far enough to not make out what they were saying, but close enough to hear mumbles.
I picked a dozen flowers, then headed back to the blanket. To an empty blanket. "Mom? Dad? Moira?" I called. No one answered. I felt the ground begin to shift and crumble underneath my feet. I fell.
"Mom!" I saw myself push mom out of the way of the spirit. Dad and Moira had joined hands, now chanting in Gaelic. 'I' rushed down to mom's side, and helped her stand.
"Come on Maille." She pulled 'me' over to dad and Moira. The black cloud of smoke glowed red, then I watched as Moira and 'me' were blown off our feet and skidded across the room. We both looked up in time to see the dragon split in two and smash through Mom and Dad's chests. Moira jumped to her feet instantly. I stared at myself, crumbled against the ground, watching my parents die.
"Maille get up!" Moira yelled. She continued to chant. My eyes started to water, and I watched myself let my parent die. "Maille get yourself together, we can stop it." I looked back to me...watching my parents soul's leave their bodies. i
I sat up, not needing to use my magesight, because Maille was in my bed beside me, crying. I poked her in the side a bunch of times, then touched her arm.
"Mom, dad, I'm sorry. Come back. Don't leave me." She mumbled, rolling onto her side facing me.
"Maille." I said, a bit louder than a whisper. She bolted upright.
"Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to leave you there. I don't want to you die. I don't want you to leave me here. I'm sorry. Come back!" She sobbed.
I pulled her close, and hugged her. "I'm right here Maille. I'm not going anywhere. It's okay." I murmured, rocking her back and forth.
"I watched you die. Again. The second time I could have stopped it."
"It was a dream, you couldn't have stopped anything." I whispered. She sat back slightly and we stared at each other. She shook her head, breaking the eye contact.
"No, I'm not going to let it kill you, mom." She said sternly.
"I know you won't." I said, looking at the two people in my doorway. "I'm going to get a drink Mail, go back to sleep." I slipped past her and followed my parents downstairs.
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i The four of us were sitting on a large baby blue blanket, in the middle of a flowered meadow. Mom sitting between dad's legs, in a flowing white dress. Moira and I sat back to back, both writing in our BOS'. Mom and Dad were laughing about something. I closed the front cover of my book of shadows, and set my pen down.
"I'm going to pick some flowers." I told my parents, both smiled and nodded. I wondered off, a couple hundred feet from the blankets. Far enough to not make out what they were saying, but close enough to hear mumbles.
I picked a dozen flowers, then headed back to the blanket. To an empty blanket. "Mom? Dad? Moira?" I called. No one answered. I felt the ground begin to shift and crumble underneath my feet. I fell.
"Mom!" I saw myself push mom out of the way of the spirit. Dad and Moira had joined hands, now chanting in Gaelic. 'I' rushed down to mom's side, and helped her stand.
"Come on Maille." She pulled 'me' over to dad and Moira. The black cloud of smoke glowed red, then I watched as Moira and 'me' were blown off our feet and skidded across the room. We both looked up in time to see the dragon split in two and smash through Mom and Dad's chests. Moira jumped to her feet instantly. I stared at myself, crumbled against the ground, watching my parents die.
"Maille get up!" Moira yelled. She continued to chant. My eyes started to water, and I watched myself let my parent die. "Maille get yourself together, we can stop it." I looked back to me...watching my parents soul's leave their bodies. i
I sat up, not needing to use my magesight, because Maille was in my bed beside me, crying. I poked her in the side a bunch of times, then touched her arm.
"Mom, dad, I'm sorry. Come back. Don't leave me." She mumbled, rolling onto her side facing me.
"Maille." I said, a bit louder than a whisper. She bolted upright.
"Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to leave you there. I don't want to you die. I don't want you to leave me here. I'm sorry. Come back!" She sobbed.
I pulled her close, and hugged her. "I'm right here Maille. I'm not going anywhere. It's okay." I murmured, rocking her back and forth.
"I watched you die. Again. The second time I could have stopped it."
"It was a dream, you couldn't have stopped anything." I whispered. She sat back slightly and we stared at each other. She shook her head, breaking the eye contact.
"No, I'm not going to let it kill you, mom." She said sternly.
"I know you won't." I said, looking at the two people in my doorway. "I'm going to get a drink Mail, go back to sleep." I slipped past her and followed my parents downstairs.
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