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Chapter Seven

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Three days later

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Briar and Daja sat at Tris' bedside, their faces pale with worry. It had been three days since Niko had brought her home, and still the mini-lightning bolts played across her skin. Daja, Sandry and Briar were the only ones who dared to go near. Niko believed that the combining of their powers had made them immune, or at least, less vulnerable, to Tris' attacks than anyone else.

They had carried her up to the attack on the litter; Honoured Moonstream had tried to reach out to Tris, but came up against the solid shield; no one could break it. Honoured Moonstream dared not touch her, even though a physical link might have broken the barrier.

Briar and Daja turned simultaneously as they heard footsteps coming towards Tris' room. Sandry arrived in the doorway. Sandry was gaunt, the strain and stress of the last few days beginning to catch up with her. Dark circles were under her eyes, and she winced as she stretched in the doorway, lifting her arms above her head. 'Is there any change?' she asked softly.

Briar shook his head, 'No. How's you're uncle?'

'He's all right. He's still very weak though.'

Daja looked closely and Sandry. 'You should get some sleep,' she advised.

'I'm fine.'

'Sandry, you're not fine. I know you've been trying to help everyone, but if you collapse from exhaustion, you're not going to be helping anyone.' Daja played on Sandry's sense of responsibility. Daja knew that Sandry didn't want to be a burden, especially now that Lark, Rosethorn and Niko were all busy looking after Duke Vedris and Tris, as well as looking for the attackers.

Sandry pulled a face at Daja. "Alright. But you have to get me if anything happens."

"We will, now go and get some rest!" Daja ordered. Sandry complied, and turned to walk to her room.

Duke Vedris was sitting back against a pile of pillows, talking quietly to Lark and Rosethorn. "How is Trisana?"

"We don't know. Nobody can get close enough to even see if she needs healing, let alone heal her. We can't do anything until she wakes up," Lark informed him.

"So her magic is still not under control?"

"No. It harms anyone that touches it, except for Daja, Briar and Sandry. But even they can't break through the barrier that Tris has up. We don't even know how she constructed the barrier, especially as she did it subconsciously. They have never been able to block each other out like that. I think that has the children more worried than anything else." Lark continued to bring the Duke up to date about what was going on.

"Does anyone know who was behind the plot?"

"Niko's working on it. It's difficult, as all of her attackers were killed by the lightning,"

"Good riddance," Rosethorn interrupted bitterly. Lark gave her a Look.

"Perhaps," Lark agreed, "But that means we have no one to question, and that Tris allowed her power to kill."

"She was unconscious, you can't blame her," Rosethorn cried out, incensed. "Besides her magic has killed before, and everyone treated her like the savior of Winding Circle; remember the pirate attack?"

"I'm not blaming her, I'm just saying that she might not forgive herself. You remember how she was after the pirate attack. She felt guilty for months."

"Lark, Rosethorn." The adults turned towards the door, hearing the rapid banging of somebody running towards them. Daja leaned inside the doorway briefly, "She's awake." Rosethorn and Lark leaped up, pausing only to make Duke Vedris remain in his bed. They rushed towards Tris' room, Daja already there. They entered and saw Tris laying there, still in the same position that she had been in for the past few days, her eyes slightly open and looking around in confusion. She ignored the ungraceful entry of Lark and Rosethorn, instead lifting her hand close to her face to see it clearly without her glasses. She looked in amazement at the miniature lightning bolts that raced across her skin. Her eyes widened as she noticed the abrasions on her wrists. The memories came rushing back to her, and she started to shake uncontrollably.

Outside, the wind started to increase its speed, and the rain started to fall more heavily. Briar was the first to notice the connection between the fast-brewing thunderstorm outside and Tris. Sandry arrived, disheveled and out of breath. "Thanks for telling me," she said sarcastically to no one in particular. Briar paid no attention to the rebuke; instead he sat beside Tris and snapped at her, "Stop it. You have to get the weather under control." Sandry was about to tell him off for his lack of sensitivity when a bolt of lightning struck a tree nearby. She winced at the loud boom the tree made as half of it hit the ground. It had been severed in two by the bolt of lightning.

Briar could tell that Tris wasn't hearing what was being said, her concentration locked on the terrible memories that were returning in a flood. Briar threw all caution to the wind and placed his hands on Tris' arms, ignoring the dashing lightning. "Not a good idea," Rosethorn muttered, but she was well aware that Briar wouldn't listen to her.

"Tris, listen to me." The feel of hands upon her arms startled Tris, and her feelings were replicated by the storm outside, as it deployed another lightning bolt. She stared in fear at Briar; there was no sign of recognition in her eyes. Briar thought desperately of a way to make Tris realise who he was. He sensed the barrier that had previously been unbreakable, and could feel that it wasn't as strong as before.

: Tris!: he yelled in mindspeech. He felt the barrier start to crumble as his call made its way through. Tris looked up, sensing the concern that was coming, not only from Briar, but from Daja and Sandry too.

:Tris. You have to get control of the storm.: Briar told her, looking worriedly at the weather outside. Tris looked at him, then nodded. She sent her magical self out, and carefully separated the main parts of the storm, and sent them in different directions. It was still raining when she returned to her body, but it was gentle now.

Tris gazed around while lowly getting the lightning that was playing across her skin to fade. She was still shaking, wasn't very aware that Briar still ha his hands on her arms. "Tris?" he said softly. Tris tried to ignore the care in his voice but could not. She lost her battle with tears and felt Daja and Sandry sit beside her. "It'll be ok," Sandry murmured comfortingly.

Tris did not reply, but thought to herself, It will never be ok.

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Please review! I know not a lot happened, but I have a better idea of what's going to happen in the next chapter, so bear with me