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I'm sorry for another short chapter you guys! I've just been busy. Please review!
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I woke up for no apparent reason around midnight. Lying in bed, my eyes searched the darkness, my ears strained against the silence. Then I heard it; a muffled thump, then silence, followed by a brief scrabbling. I sat up, and felt for the light. I found the switch and with a click the room was flooded with light. I blinked blindly for a couple seconds before I could see. But my room looked completely normal.
My eyes scanned every corner, but I didn't see anything. Nor did I hear any more noises. Slipping out of bed, I stood up. As I took a step forward, something pierced my foot.
I made a muted choking noise and jumped sideways, holding my foot above the ground. The pain dulled down to a prickling throb. Wincing, I sat on my bed and brought my foot up for inspection. I had stepped on a small shard of something, possibly glass. Carefully pinching the small end sticking out of my foot, I yanked. Small beads of blood formed instantly and dripped down my foot. I muttered a brief healing spell, and my skin sealed itself back up.
I looked at the small object I had pulled out. One half had a reddish tinge from my blood but the other half I could see was purple. A shard of purple stone. My eyes instantly leapt to my desk, and I realized the purple stone wasn't there. I scanned the floor thoroughly. It was possibly it had just fallen off, my excuse for the thump, and shattered, my excuse for the shard in my foot.
I looked everywhere but it wasn't there. The panic rose in my throat. That was my last link to Nita. That was all I had. I needed to find it.
Half an hour later my eyes felt hot and prickly and I still hadn't found the stone. With a heavy heart, I crawled back into bed. Maybe I would find it in the morning. No, I had to find it in the morning. That is if I made it past the miserable morning. I flicked off the light and curled up under the covers. I was asleep a few minutes later.
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Something in the shadows stirred. It had watched the boy search the room, carefully keeping itself out of sight. It had also watched as the boy got back into bed and listened to his breathing get slower and slower, until he was breathing a dreamers breath.
Then, carefully, not making a sound, it had slunk out of the shadows and padded across the room to the floor beside the bed. It sniffed along the floor, stopping when it reach a few small red splatters; the boys blood. It gave them a delicate sniff, and then the thing hunkered down, folding itself into a more compact shape, a soft rumbling growl emanating from it. Then it waited.
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The next morning, I took the sluggish time in the pre-dawn hours to again search for Nita. I let my mind wander from my body, sweeping through time and space. I had done this everyday, hoping to find her. It wasn't the fact that she wasn't here that bothered me. It was the fact that she wasn't in TimeHeart. I had checked there for her presence, but hadn't found a trace of her. Worried, I had been searching everywhere, but hadn't found anything.
So naturally, I was surprised when I stumbled across a small pocket of cool darkness. Well I wouldn't say darkness, more like an absence of color; a grayness. I prodded it gently with my mind, and felt myself slipping into it.
Suddenly I was in what looked like a park. But this park, or where ever I was, was painted in pastel grays. Light, dark, medium grays. Some looked almost white, others almost black, but all in gray. The sky overhead was filled with ominous clouds in –you guessed it- a smudged gray color.
I turned, and was surprised to see a small splash of color. It was a cluster of small purple flowers, swaying in a non-existent wind. They stood out brightly in this dull landscape. As I looked at them, the colors started to run together like wet paint. The sky, the trees, the sidewalk, all ran together. Then I was pulled back and the spell dumped me back in my room. Quit unceremoniously I might add, on the floor.
Wincing, I turned my head sideways, blinked back my eyelids, and found myself staring into a pair of bright purple eyes.
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