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Chapter 7: A Future Uncertain
"The girl survived her death scene," Phobos muttered. I should have foreseen this. The Guardians are like roaches, he thought. How he despised them.
"How do you know sire?" his first mindless drone asked.
"Cedric saw her in the past," Phobos replied. "He told me about it this very day all those years ago." On that day, Phobos was much too angry to understand or care about the significance Cedric's excuse. The plan to get rid of the Guardians was flawless. Yet, Cedric failed.
His loyal servant Cedric was deceased. Killed by the guardian of fire. Phobos sucked in an angry breath, through clenched teeth. The people of Meridian would pay for Cedric's death.
Annoyingly, he greatly noticed the nitwit's absence. Phobos certainly didn't want or need a friend, but when Cedric died it felt as if he'd lost one. Cedric had been by his side since the time he was a boy.
"What can we do?" The other mindless drone inquired.
"I will send you two back to the past to finish the job," Phobos replied. "She will return to her Guardian friends dead."
Lei Lin's skills in combat and Matt Olsen's skill with a bow would be a deadly combination. It did not hurt that they were friends of the Guardian of Energy. She would be holding back, trying to reach out to them. The puppets would only be doing his bidding.
Phobos grinned evilly. Everything was falling into place. His revenge would be swift and painful. Even if that inferior sister of his kept her position of power in Meridian, her victory would be bitter sweet with the death of Will Vandom. He gave the call for his army to march toward Meridian.
Will could admit that she was an awe of Meridian. She didn't get a chance to see much of it, but what she saw, amazed her. The place once braced in fear and darkness was now beautiful and vibrant. What was once murky swampland was a beautiful lake welcoming visitors to the enchanted city.
They'd come through a portal near that clear lake. Standing guard in front of the lake was a large statue of the Guardian of Water, Irma. When they entered the garden, Will saw that a statue of the Guardian of Earth, Cornelia, guarded it.
"It's like a dream world," Will said softly.
"Dream worlds need to be protected from nightmares," Taranee replied softly. "We can't let Phobos destroy all this again."
"We won't," Caleb replied.
When they entered the castle, with Caleb leading the way, Cornelia could not help but proudly point out that she and Elyon redecorated it. Truth could be seen in her words, as it looked like a Princess Power Hour Club had held the castle hostage and took no prisoners.
Hay Lin smiled as she knew what was running through Will's mind as they made their way to the to the Throne Room. "Oh my god, I'm picking up the castles distress. It's wailing, Where's Phobos?" She'd whispered that hilarious phrase to Hay Lin two years ago as they traveled through "The Pink Room."
"I must admit, I do not know what you two were smoking when you came up with color themed rooms," Irma declared walking ahead of the other girls. She didn't see the glare Cornelia bore into her back.
"Oh, Irma's going to pay for that one," Taranee whispered to Will. The two eyed the tall blonde, suspiciously. "Those two constantly rip each other to shreds verbally but still manage to be best friends." They both jumped when Cornelia turned to them. She smiled sweetly at Will.
"Guess what, there's a good and an evil Phobos now," she revealed walking backwards. "The good one stays here with Elyon." Taranee shook her head as she saw Irma stiffen.
"How did that happen?" Will asked surprised.
"That's not important," Cornelia declared. "The shocker of this little lesson is he actually has a crush on Irma. I thought the world would spin off its axis when I heard about this."
"Cornelia," Irma warned blushing.
"It's like Fiona choosing Shrek over Prince Charming bad," Cornelia went on winking at them. She turned back around her arms folded smugly.
"Did I fail to mention how much I dislike you today, Cornelia?" Irma asked bitterly.
"I think you've told me two times already," Cornelia replied eyes shinning in victory.
"Don't worry, Irma will get her back," Hay Lin whispered in her other ear. "The circle never ends."
"Oh joy," Will muttered. She had to admit Cornelia's little jibe was funny. Only Cornelia would see Fiona choosing fat, ugly Shrek over the spoiled, handsome prince a bad thing.
"Who knows why he chose me to like, but he does," Irma said seriously. She stopped walking and turned to face her friends. They stopped walking also. "I'm just glad he's showing emotions and not cowering in his room over the evilness that is his other half."
"Irma, he likes you because you were able to reach him when no one else could," Cornelia said passionately. "He would be a fool not to see how great you are." No one dogged her friends while she was around. Well, except her.
Irma smirked. "You compared me to Shrek," she said. She laughed realizing the comedy in Cornelia's statement.
"Only Irma would laugh at being compared to the un-hotness that is Shrek," Will muttered shaking her head. Taranee and Hay Lin giggled.
Hay Lin was so happy to have Will home. It didn't matter to her that she was a younger version of Will. Her presence meant victory, or at least a lesser chance of defeat. She'd seen Yan Lin's hospitalization as a bad omen. Happiness over Will's return overshadowed her doubts.
"Girls, I don't think it's wise to keep Queen Elyon waiting," Caleb grumbled. He'd noticed they weren't following him anymore. He continued toward the throne room. What a mess. She should not be seeing any of this yet.
The girls were getting on his nerves. They were happily given her the grand tour, acting like nothing was horribly wrong. Don't they realize how bleak this situation is becoming?
"Can any of you tell me what his problem is?" Will asked. "He's changed . . . ."
"He's nineteen Will," Taranee replied. "He's not the boy he once was."
"You guys are basically still the same personality wise," Will replied. "He's all broody, moody, and secretive."
"He blames himself for what happened to you," Cornelia said honestly. "He was the one set to meet you at the airport today. You had to miss each other by mere seconds."
"How could he have stopped them from attacking me?" Will asked. "From what Blunk said about the Anti-Muses, I was already a goner."
"Don't say that," Taranee said quickly. "You are fine, she is fine."
"Wherever she is," Irma whispered.
He watched her as she worked on her homework. Her lips and eyebrows frowned in concentration; her face partly veiled by her red hair. Hair that used to barely reach her chin now, grew well past her shoulders.
She didn't realize he was awake. He had no intention of making that little detail a reality yet. Besides, it hurt too much to do anything but watch her. His mouth uplifted when her face lit with a smile. She started writing in her notebook. Both actions, signals that she had figured out a problem.
His small smile turned to a full-fledged grin when, she made a face throwing her pencil in fury. It hit the wall and landed on the floor near the desk. That moved signaled that the answer she figured out earlier was wrong. Ah, math homework, he thought.
She must be bored, but yet she stays. As if her leaving would signal death to knock on his door. I'm over the worst, he said silently. You don't have to worry anymore. My body will heal. My face will heal. But will you Willow?
During the days of him being in grips of the fever, through his delirium, he sensed her presence often. He wasn't about to give up the ghost when she was so near.
Will was about to attack her notebook when she noticed he was awake. Her scowl transformed into a bright smile. "Caleb." She stood up and hurriedly pulled her chair to the side of the bed.
"You should be in Heatherfield," he said grimacing as his words caused his head to pound like a drum.
"Are you in pain?" she asked in concern, effectively ignoring his words. "I smuggled you some Tylenol from our side."
"You'll fall behind in school," he said in a dictating tone.
"No I won't," she declared. "I created another Astro Drop. She goes to school in my stead and brings my homework to me. I study the notes and do the homework."
"Attempt to do the homework," he said, wanting to smirk but the drum in his head would not allow him that taunt.
She was too happy to be cross with him. He was more coherent, than the previous day. He also wasn't throwing up, which seemed to be his favorite past time when the fever had a hold of him. "Do you want the Tylenol or is pain the way you get off these days?"
"Yes," he said closing his eyes. "Talking makes my head hurt."
"Don't talk," she commanded. She got out of her chair and rushed to the desk. She picked up a pink pitcher, obviously an item of hers, and filled his favorite wooden goblet with water. She fished the medicine out of her book bag that was also on the large desk. She opened the bottle and fished out two pills.
She hurried back to his left side and placed the Tylenol in his left hand first. His right was encased in a makeshift sling. He'd been shot with an arrow through his right shoulder. When he swallowed them she helped him wash them down with the water.
"You know usually when someone swings in object at your face, you dodge," she said. In reference to the bandage covering the wound on his face. He coughed, choking on his retort as she made him drink all the water. "I warned you about how much you've taken on. Now look what has happened." She fought back tears as she almost snatched the empty cup from him.
"I'm sorry . . . I worried you," he said in reply, through his coughing fit.
"I wasn't worried," she lied quickly. She seemed to notice him coughing at that moment. "What's the matter?" she asked concerned.
"You just tried . . . t-to drown me."
"I did not," she said insulted. "Not intentionally anyway." He glared at her with those green eyes, that some nights she thought she would never see again. "You have to be more careful Caleb. I can't lose anyone else that I care about."
The look in his eyes gentled. "I'm still here," he replied. "I refused to let death take me a way from you." Not when you stayed by my side through all this.
"It's just like you to be thinking about someone other than yourself in your time of need," she said breathlessly. Embarrassingly, her heart started beating loudly.
"I can't help it," he replied honestly. "These days Will, you are all I think about." She closed her eyes; she stiffened in surprise when his hand cupped her face. Instead of pulling away, she grabbed it with her hands and held on for dear life.
"Where is she?" Hay Lin asked Yan Lin quickly. They swarmed her as soon as she came out of the backroom. The hungry of Heatherfield were forsaken over the powerful lure of being nosey.
"I asked her to rest on the cot," Yan Lin replied sighing. "She's resting there, as we speak." She looked guiltily at Caleb. "Caleb I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not," he replied. "What did she say?"
"I will not break her confidence," Yan Lin replied. "Will is a very troubled young woman." She sighed and shook her head in sorrow. "There is a war about to happen in the Meridian of her time. The way she is now, I think the Will from our time is the one best suited to lead the guardians into battle."
"She could be killed," Caleb said frowning. "If she dies, the Will in there won't even exist!"
"Keep your voice down," Cornelia commanded calmly. They all were starting to get stares. Really, Caleb doesn't have any home training. She intended to change that.
"Will isn't strong enough to lead an army," Caleb whispered. "We have to find away to send the one that is back."
"We are working on that," Yan Lin replied softly. "If I can help her get a hold on reality again. I am sure things will be reversed."
"So there is something wrong with her?" Taranee asked unhappily. "She seemed fine when she was with us earlier."
"She did not wish for any of you to sense anything out of the ordinary," Yan Lin replied. "I do not know if I was able to make her realize that all the negative thoughts she has is a trick of the new threat the guardians faces from Phobos."
"Wait a second," Hay Lin said frowning, "he's still in power after all this time?" That is so lame!
"Willow could not tell me if we ever defeat Phobos, or the identity of the Princess," Yan Lin replied slowly. "It may change outcomes in the future for the worst." Yan Lin saw the wisdom in Will's decision. What if Phobos had spies, feigning to be customers, listening to them?
She studied the clientèle with a critical eye. No one seemed interested in her conversation with the kids. Some were eating, some chatted over tea, and a few others waited for their meal to be brought to them. None of them seemed menacing, but looks could be deceiving.
"Mrs. Lin, did you two figure out how to reverse this?" Taranee asked anxiously.
"The answer lies within Will," Yan Lin replied softly. "I believe the Heart of Kandrakar created this time warp, she just has to understand how to un-create it."
After resting on Caleb's cot for all of ten minutes, Will was up putting on a mini Qipao, Yan Lin left for her. The elegant Lycra cotton dress was white, with purple butterflies decorating it.
She put on her wet black tennis shoes, not caring that the shoes didn't go with the dress. She combed her hand through her still damp hair, hastily braiding it after she was sure all the tangles were gone. She slung the braid over her right shoulder, borrowed Caleb's jacket, and was ready to hit the road.
Resting on the cot was a mistake. It had his scent and it lured her to think about him. She'd thought about those dark days when he was hurt. She'd never fully recovered from the scare of that night.
The scare that he almost died. The scare that it was obvious he loved her. The scare that she might love him in return.
Before leaving she found a pen and paper and wrote a note to Yan Lin, revealing that she was heading back to the bridge. She stressed that she wouldn't do anything crazy like jump off it or anything. She only wanted to find clues that would ultimately send her back home to the future.
She walked out the door, closing it firmly behind her. Instead of taking back alleys, she opted to walk around to the front of the restaurant. As she came around the building she ran smack into her mother, who was rifling through her purse.
"Oh, excuse me," Mrs. Vandom said in horror. "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." She bent to pick up the articles that fell out of her purse.
Mom, she thought staring at Mrs. Vandom in a surprised shocked. She drank in the sight of her mother frantically picking up her items. "It was my fault," Will said softly.
"No, it was all me," Mrs. Vandom said, straightening when all her articles were back in her purse. "I'm a basket case."
"Let me guess," Will said folding her arms, "you're late for a first date?"
"Oh heavens, no," Mrs. Vandom said closing her purse. "I'm looking for my teenager." She shook her head. "She was supposed to be home at three but she was a no show."
"Oh, teenager problems," Will said in sympathy. "Teenagers are the most horrible creatures alive." Her mother nodded in agreement, really looking at her for the first time.
Susan Vandom was struck at how much the young woman looked like her daughter. This girl's hair was longer, and she was much taller, but the resemblance was still striking. "You don't look much older than a teenager yourself," she said.
"I'm eighteen," Will replied honestly. "It takes one of us to know just how selfish and spoiled we are."
Susan smiled. "My daughter and I are new to Heatherfield. We came here for a fresh start." The amusement disappeared from her. "I didn't realize her new start would not include me."
"You can't believe that," Will said in horror. Susan gave her a weird look. "I mean, she's probably busy with school and making new friends."
"She made friends quickly here," Susan said staring at her feet. "Me, I haven't been so lucky." She growled. "Don't get me wrong, I love that she's been able to make friends. I just thought my relationship with Will, that's her name by-the-way, would strengthen not break." She sighed. "As it is, I barely can get her to listen to me anymore."
"Maybe you should approach her differently," Will suggested.
"I wouldn't know how," Susan admitted. "My mother and I had a relationship like the Gilmore Girls. I thought that maybe Will and I could be that close but it's like she has this hold other life here, that I can't begin to understand."
"She's a good kid. Although, she's horrible a math, which she inherited from me," Susan said honestly. "I couldn't multiply my way out of a box at that age." Will grinned at that.
"Maybe she'd be more open if you tell her stuff like how bad you were at math," Will suggested. "It could help that she has an ally that relates to her plight."
"I'll do anything to make her stop seeing me as the enemy," Susan admitted softly.
Oh Mom, Will thought her eyes almost tearing up. I thought I was doing you a favor keeping you out-of-the-loop. Where you were concerned, I made so many mistakes.
"Is her father around?"
"We divorced," Susan replied honestly. "I'm fishing for a replacement."
"Whoa, mistake number one," Will said in horror. "Odds are she doesn't want or need another father." She shook her head in disbelief. "I think you should date for you and not for a replacement for her Dad. Believe me, she won't like it."
"The one parent thing obviously isn't working," Susan said in defeat. "I would not be pouring my heart out to a young stranger, who happens to have a striking resemblance to my daughter, if it were." You really look like her. Bad fashion sense, red hair, pretty face, big cinnamon colored eyes, and an air of rebellion. Yep, the total Will package.
"Well, this young stranger says, follow my suggestions. It might be a good idea to suggest to her to ask one of her smarter friends to help her in math," Will suggested. "She obviously needs a tutor and it being one of her close friends won't be so embarrassing." She nodded, liking the suggestions she made for her younger self. Taranee would be the perfect tutor and if not her, Hay Lin.
"I'll try," Susan said. "I just wish I could locate her."
"Maybe she's in detention," Will suggested.
"Most likely," Susan said groaning. "That seems to be her new vacation spot."
Wow, did I use detention for an excuse for being late because of my guardian duties too much? She thought unhappily. Mom must think I'm some kind of juvenile delinquent.
"I have to go," she said regretfully. "Good luck on the situation with your daughter."
"Thank you, uh, I didn't get your name," Susan prompted. "I'm Susan Vandom."
"Uh, Serenity? Yes S-Serenity," Will said quickly. "Until we meet again Susan." Will opted to cross the street, painfully aware of the loud squishing nose her wet tennis shoes were making, so much for giving the appearance of "divine intervention" from above. Guardian Angels didn't wear wet, squishy shoes.
She did not look back. She didn't trust herself to. She was two seconds from running back to her mother and holding on for dear life. She kept a swift pace until she entered the warehouse district. It smelled funny.
Footfalls behind her caused her to stop and glance over her shoulder. She saw no one. She kept on walking. If a stupid robber was behind her she'd zap his ass into the middle of next week! She heard the scurrying again. "Alright, who's following me?" she asked halting again.
"You got bigger," Blunk muttered peeking at her from the side of the old building she stood in front of. His face shrouded in the now reeking blanket. "How?"
"Blunk, there's no reason to hide from me," Will said smiling. "Get over here."
"How?" he asked again leaving his perch and heading toward her.
"I'm the Will of tomorrow," she explained patiently, her voice muffled by the hand covering her nose and mouth to keep the powerful smell Blunk, wore proudly, at bay. "The Will you know was thrown into my world of tomorrow. And I was thrown here."
"Why?" Blunk asked.
"That's what I'm going back to the old bridge to figure out," Will replied. "You want to keep me company?"
"Blunk?" he asked surprised. She actually wanted to spend time with him? The girls known as Will, Taranee, and Cornelia spent a lot of time trying to hide from him. He didn't understand why. He always found them. Maybe it was a game.
"Yes, you," Will replied, removing her hand to smile at him. It quickly went back in place shielding her nose and mouth. Wet passling smelled a bazillion times worse than wet dog.
"Okay" he agreed happily. He fell into step beside her when she continued on her quest. "Are you scared?"
"Blunk I'm relieved that fate has given me another chance," she replied honestly. "It's what I choose to do with this second chance, is what terrifies me."
"Be happy," Blunk said solemnly. It was his simple code of life.
"Happy seems too complicated," Will admitted.
"Being not happy is too complicated," Blunk added his sage advice. "It's easier to be happy."
"Even if it makes someone you care about unhappy?"
"Yes."
"That is selfish," Will replied.
"You can't please all," Blunk said seriously. He tried his hardiest to be friends with the girls in Caleb. Yet, they were still indifferent toward him. He could only be himself and hope that they start treating him like a friend. If not, their loss.
As they walked on, Will considered his words in silence.
The warrior followed them in the shadows. The archer glanced down at them from the top of the building.
Will stopped walking and looked back and up at the roof of the old building. She saw no one. I still have the feeling that I'm being stalked. The fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
"What wrong?" Blunk asked stopping to look at her.
"I don't think we are alone."
Will didn't completely grasp the concept of Elyon Brown being the sovereign ruler of Meridian until she saw her sitting on the throne. She looked so small compared to the huge golden chair. She wore a green gown; a gold tiara adorned on her head. She still wore her signature hairstyle. Her blonde locks were just a lot longer.
"Guardians, you're back," she said standing. She grinned. "I was starting to think you guys thought gossiping was more important than me."
"It is actually," Cornelia replied grinning wickedly.
"Off with her head!" Elyon commanded Caleb, in her best "Queen of Hearts" impersonation. The Guardians and she laughed. The Meridian's of the court just rolled their eyes, used to the antics of the princess and the Guardians.
After more friendly banter with her friends, Queen Elyon got down to business. "Phobos and his army is marching toward Meridian," she whispered unhappily.
"Would this be the good one, or the mentally unbalanced one?" Will asked.
"The mentally unbalanced one," Elyon replied amused.
"It's a shame to be that freaking cute and be so diabolically dumb," Irma declared smirking.
"I heard that." Phobos the Good, Irma thought sighing.
"I was counting on it," she silently replied. He'd made a telepathic link with her. Irma! No one in his or her right mind thought Irma could land a cultured man like Phobos, including herself, but she did. "Where are you anyway?"
"I did not wish to distress your young friend."
"Ah, air tower calling Irma," Hay Lin said smiling.
"What," Irma replied, startled out of her mental conversation with Phobos.
"You were a million miles away," Taranee declared giving her a strange look.
Damn you Taranee and your mind reading, Irma thought blushing. "Sorry," she managed to mutter.
"Where's Aldarn?" Caleb asked.
"He's with the archers," Elyon replied. "Legolas is no where to be found so he has to command the archers, also." She was referring to Matt Olsen. She called him Legolas partly because of the presence of Will, and because of his accuracy with the bow. Matt rarely missed his target, and when teamed with Hay Lin's powers over air, the duo was almost unstoppable.
"I tried to contact him when we were in Heatherfield," Hay Lin said seriously. "I guess he hasn't gotten the chance to slip a way."
"Is my men here," Caleb asked shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Yes," Elyon replied. "They are waiting on you."
"Good, Will can unlock the Guardians powers for the girls and stay here until the battle is won," Caleb said thoughtfully. "The Guardians and I need to be out there reviewing our strategy with Aldarn."
Elyon was about to voice her agreement when Will asked, "What do you mean, I stay here?" She rushed forward to try and get in his face.
"This is not your battle," Caleb replied simply.
Wrong day to mess with me Buddy. "The hell it isn't!" Will ranted. "I'm the guardian leader. I have just as much right to be there as you!"
"You're staying here and that's final." His calm holier-than-tone made her madder.
"Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?" Will demanded, standing on her toes but still not quite tall enough to get in the vicinity of his face or his neck.
"We already have to deal with the fact that she might be dead," Caleb snapped, losing patience. "We don't need to worry about you on the battlefield."
"Newsflash, I can take care of myself."
"And if you get killed, what happens to her?" he asked.
Her, Will thought startled, her feelings of anger evaporating. He's talking about me, well future me anyway. He doesn't want her to be hurt. "I-she-I won't exist," she muttered.
"What you do effects her so you are staying here!" Will looked at him strangely but she thankfully remained silent.
"Will you're staying here," Elyon agreed relieved the verbal duel was over. "If your powers were unlocked to their full potential I would not hesitate to allow you to fight alongside the other Guardians."
"Whatever," Will muttered. She took the Heart from around her neck, turned and held it out toward the guardians. A pink light engulfed the room as the girls, minus Will, transformed into their Guardian forms.
After the light show, signaling the transformation over, the four Guardians, minus their leader levitated off the ground. "How many times are we going to have to catch Phobos?" Cornelia, the Guardian of Earth, pouted. "Doesn't he realize some of us have college now?"
"Hopefully this will be our last time," Taranee, the Guardian of Fire, assured her.
"He's like a giant roach," Hay Lin, the Guardian of Air, declared. "I wish he'd get a hobby like tennis or chess."
"Or become a stripper." This from the Guardian of Water.
"Irma!" Everyone, including Phobos, exclaimed.
He came from out of nowhere. Swords drawn, eyes cold, vacant, and deadly. Neither Will nor Blunk saw him coming. They stared at the top of the building, sensing danger from that direction.
"Look out!"
Will looked in the direction of the shout. It was Taranee. Blunk saw the danger and launched himself at Will. He slammed into her side, knocking her to the ground.
The assailant barely missed them. Will didn't see his face but recognized the armor. She grabbed the heart. A pink light engulfed her and snaked over to engulf Taranee. They changed to their guardian forms. Blunk used this as a diversion to run to safety.
"Fire!" Taranee powered up and launched her fire attack at the villain. He didn't acknowledge her or her attack. It hit him in the back. The armor had to burn him, yet he still concentrated on Will.
Will flew in the air to get around the swords and zipped around him. "Lightning!" She hit him in the back of the helmet with a small bolt of lightning.
He fell forwards, his helmet coming off his head with a clatter. He struck his nose on the asphalt. He got to his feet like a puppet being moved around by an unseen puppeteer.
He turned toward Will, who'd just started to form a pink energy ball. It dissipated in her hands when she saw his identity. No! His mouth twisted into a sneer, blood from his nose ran over his mouth down his chin. "Lei!"
Taranee flew to her side. "You know him?"
"He's from my time," Will explained softly. "He's a close friend of ours."
"He doesn't seem so friendly at the moment," Taranee said. "What is wrong with him? He's acting like an assassin gone mummy."
"He has to be under some kind of spell," Will said. "Taranee help-" her words were cut off as Lei attacked again. Will and Taranee sailed high into the air. They looked down at their foe. "I don't want to hurt him."
"He wants to hurt you," Taranee said in reply.
"We have to find away to subdue him without getting sliced and diced," Will said thoughtfully.
"I can distract him with fire balls so you can get close to him, but what then?"
"I'll use my powers and the Heart to turn him back to the nice quirky guy that he is."
"Okay," Taranee said. "Be careful." She started to power up.
"Thanks for the save earlier," Will said smiling. "What are you doing out here?"
"I followed Blunk, following you and believe me it was not a pleasant journey for my nose," Taranee muttered in concentration. "Ready?" Will nodded. Taranee threw a fireball down toward Lei. Will followed its descent.
Lei dodged the ball of fire, before he could turn his attention on Will, he found himself dodging another fireball.
Will flew around him waiting for his guard to drop. She didn't want to rush him. Getting decapitated didn't seem like a fun event. Taranee threw a massive fireball. That's it, Will thought.
When it landed near Lei, he flipped backwards. Will flew through the flames, morphing her body into energy so she would not be burned. She cupped his head, turning back to bodily form. She let just enough energy leave her fingers to render him immobile. Once he dropped the weapons, she stopped the flow of energy.
A pink glow surrounded them both. "The Heart."
"I hope you know what you're doing Will," Taranee said softly. She descended from the skies so she could hear.
"Come on Lei," Will whispered her hands still cupping his head. "You have to help me help you." She closed her eyes briefly then opened them in determination. "Think about Hay Lin. With Yan Lin, your grandmother, sick she feels as if you're the only person in her family that truly understands her and wants her to be happy. She needs you in her corner."
His brown eyes closed. Was he listening? Was her words penetrating the thick walls of evil?
"Yan Lin loves you so much," Will said quickly. "When you first came to town she wanted to kick your butt two ways from Sunday because of that stupid attitude."
"It took some doing but you made her see that you weren't as rotten as we all thought you were. That revelation was made possible because of Cornelia's relentless quest to reveal you as the Jackass she thought you were."
You proved her wrong, thus recreating yourself in our eyes . . . in her eyes," Will said passionately. "You are a strong person and you can aid me in breaking this spell."
"I'm worried about her."
Taranee glanced over at Caleb. He stared off into the distance at the approaching army. His brown hair dancing with the wind. The archers were waiting on him to give the order to start firing the arrows.
She didn't know whether or not to tell him what she knew about Will's journey. Honestly, she hadn't told anyone what she saw that day.
It all came down to grief. One of her best friend's fell right before her eyes. And yet, Will's final fate was a mystery to her. You should be worried Caleb. I am.
Author's Notes: I am sorry it took me so long to update. I've hit on some bad times and didn't have the will to really write my stories. Hopefully my next chapter won't take so long to update. Thank you for your reviews.
I read part of "According to Plan" and noticed that Seniya has a squeaky shoe moment as well. I thought about taking my scene out, but it just fit and she did have unfortunate adventures with water in both scenes…lol. "According to Plan" is great by the way. You guys should check it out. Well the few of you who hasn't read it yet. I'm way behind in reading it, but I'm catching up.
I invented Lei Lin without knowing about Peter, but in the first season of WITCH, he wasn't mentioned.