Sorry this was late guys. I'll try to be on time next Sunday.
Hope you enjoy.
Ivette was riding her elekk through Westfall, getting irritated about the sudden rain.
'Ugh, damn rain.' She thought. 'Why'd it even start anyway? It was a perfectly clear night just a minute ago!'
"Damn this rain!" Her friend complained outwardly, riding his chestnut mare alongside her. "Where'd the hell did it come from? ! It was perfectly clear just a minute ago!"
"Shut up, Moe. I don't like it either, but ya don't hear me complainin'." She told her friend. 'I'm just doing it in my mind…'
"How can I not complain? !" Moe went on, tossing his hood out of his face to see where he was going and not bump into Ivette again. "First it's a nice and pretty night sky, then this! What the hell? ! Did you piss off Mother Nature again? !"
"Not that I remember." Ivette said, playing with her friend but not saying it in her usually playful tone. She wasn't in the mood after the five long days of questing and traveling with her friend. All she wanted to do was to go home, relax and maybe eat the last bowl of cereal to piss off her brother.
"Squawk, squawk!" Came from two noisy vultures, flying in circles over something by a tree.
Ivette raised an eyebrow at the two. "What're two vultures doing out on a rainy night?" She pondered out loud. Moe replied irritably as he fidgeted with his cloak some more. "I don't freakin' know! Gettin' somethin' to eat maybe. Who cares? They're just stupid birds!" He said, trying not to fall off his steed.
The draenei girl made her elekk stop walking to stare at the two vultures for a moment, tapped on its side twice and steered it in the birds' direction. "Oh, Iv, whatcha doin' now!" Her friend complained, following her.
Ignoring her friend, Ivette rode her elekk; Humphrey; toward the birds, hopping off and landing gracefully on the ground, then shooing away the vultures to see what it was that they had been circling.
It was a who. Not a who from Whoville, but a person. A blood elf.
She was balled up on the ground under the tree, holding something to her chest. Ivette kneeled down, moving her hands to see what it was, finding out that they were colder than ice. She gasped, taking them away, rubbing them a little bit. Even through her gloves, the chill hurt. Ivette quickly figured out what the girl was holding to her chest and why she was so cold.
This girl was dead.
"Whoa! A Horde! Dude, I bet we'd get a lota money if we took that back to Stormwind!" Moe exclaimed, pointing and smiling at the dead Horde girl as he hopped off his mount and walked over next to his friend, kneeling down next to her to look over the body with his smile.
Ivette sighed. She knew that she'd never get home to relax.
'Never gonna piss off Kad eatin' the last bowl of cereal neither…'
Before letting Moe act like an idiot or doing anything drastic, Ivette took a few minutes to look over the body. She was a normal blood elf girl by what she could tell, but very short. And she had terrible armor too. Especially for her level.
Ignoring the bad armor thing, Ivette looked at the girl's face. She noted that it was kind, sweet, innocent, hurt. She lifted a hand up to her eyes, wanting to open up an eye to see what they looked like as well.
When she did, she saw that they were a dark yellow. Not the normal green all blood elves had, but dark yellow. Like night elves.
"Wow! She was a halfling!" Moe exclaimed again. "Man, I bet we'd get even more money for that! Maybe even medals! Oh, man! I can only imagine it!" He went on, shutting his eyes tight and grinning widely as he imagined all of the riches, fame and women he'd be showered in by turning in this dead body.
Ignoring him and not caring about the girl being a halfling, Ivette closed the girl's eye. She looked at it just a bit and saw all of the pain she had gone through in her life. It saddened her.
'No one deserves such a life like that…' She thought, gently rubbing the back of her left hand against the girl's cheek. 'Halfling or not.'
"That's great!" Fëanáro exclaimed to Henry and Midge. "I'm so glad, Mister Gnomenmire!"
Henry looked sheepish. "Well, yes, it is." He said. "I really wasn't thinking straight… But-"
Fëanáro put his hands in front of himself. "No need to say more, Mister Gnomenmire. I completely understand." He said, talking about how Henry lost it when the Tower was attacked. "Well, not on a personal level, maybe. But, you know, I still get it."
"Yes." Henry said, nodding to the young night elf teen. "I'm glad that you told my wife, too." He went on, grabbing Midge's hand and holding it. "She's such a great negotiator. If you hadn't told her what I was up to, I probably would've ended up doing something very stupid and getting myself killed…"
"We all have are outbursts, Mister Gnomenmire." Fëanáro said comfortingly, patting one of Henry's shoulders and smiling down at him.
Henry smiled back, then sheepishly shrugged it off. "Ah, yes. Anyways; my lovely wife…" He said, giving his wife a quick sideways glance and smile. "-was also able to talk me into making another Orb of Deception after calming me down." He said, remembering exactly what Midge had done. All night long.
The two adults blushed when they looked at each other, then turned away.
"Uh…'kaaaay…" Fëanáro said, blushing as he tried not to get a mental image. "Are you gonna work on it tonight?" He asked, his face going back to its normal purple.
"Actually…" Henry said, pulling something out of his robe. "I made it last night." He said, smiling as he held up the wonderful thing to the night elf teen. His smile grew wider when he saw the one that appeared on Fëanáro's face.
"Oh my god!" Fëanáro exclaimed, picking Henry up and hugging him tightly. "Thank you so much, Mister Gnomenmire!" He said.
"You're-" Henry was replying when he was dropped to the ground.
Fëanáro held the Orb in his right hand, smiling widely at it. "Xanna will love me and-!" He was saying, then remembered the conversation he'd eavesdropped on, his happy smile turning into in awkward one.
He looked at the two gnomes at his left through the side of his eye, then lowered the Orb, sighing and turning back to face them. "Let's just get this to Xanna and her friends…"
Fëanáro, Henry and even Midge walked down the streets of Stormwind, smiling and happily greeting every other person.
"Thanks again for the Orb, Mister Gnomenmire." Fëanáro said, waving to another person. "Hi there." He told them. "Xanna and her friends have been getting a little stir-crazy and I'm sure they all miss their homes." He went on with his subject with the gnomes.
"Where does the…" Henry looked around before whispering the rest of his sentence. "-halfling stay anyway?"
Fëanáro slowed in his walking, thinking about it, remembering about how Xanna told him that she had no home. 'Where has she been staying?…' He thought to himself. His thinking took a pause when someone had accidentally bumped into him.
"Sorry, man." The person said, walking backwards. "Somethin' big's happenin' in the center of the city." He said, pointing behind himself with his right thumb, then turning around and running in the direction everyone else was headed in.
The night elf and the two gnomes all looked at each other, raising an eyebrow and then following everyone else to the center of Stormwind. When they reached it, Fëanáro's eyes widened in shock and horror.
A gasp left his lips as he stared. "Oh no" he mouthed. 'Xanna…'
Fëanáro was running as fast as he could back to his house, leading the two gnomes by grabbing their hands and not letting them touch the ground.
"I say, my boy! Is it really necessary to run so fast that my wife and I cannot even touch the ground? !" Henry questioned, flinging in the wind as the teen continued his running.
"Yes! Very necessary!" Fëanáro answered, trying to run faster than he already was. 'Man, how could this happen! What happened? ! I thought she was still in her room! Oh god, the others are gonna kill me!'
As he thought, Fëanáro made a few sharp turns, leapt over a few people, rode on a unicycle while juggling Mister and Misses Gnomenmire, then finally crashed into his front door.
Dropping the two gnomes at his sides, Fëanáro began to bang on the front door. "Let me in! Let me in!" He shouted repeatedly. "Hurry! Hurry!" He added, shouting the chant a few more times till one of his siblings that was still at home finally opened the door. He quickly ran past him and began to look for Xanna's group.
"Guys! Guys!" He shouted, running around his house, opening every door he came across to find them. "Where are you? ! Where are you? !" He went on with his repeated chants in his search, finally finding Akazil in his room, reading a book that he found in the library.
"Akazil! Akazil!" Fëanáro shouted, running up to the orc, grabbing him; making his eyes widen; and running off with him to find the rest of the group; the sudden pull making Akazil drop and leave his book on his bed.
"Fëan? ! What the hell is going on? !" Akazil questioned, hovering above the ground from being pulled by the night elf.
"Can't talk! Can't talk!" Fëanáro yelled, still searching other rooms and not finding anyone else.
Akazil scrunched his face irritably a little bit, forced his weight down on his legs and made himself and Fëanáro come to a halt; which also made Fëanáro bump into him, then fall to the ground.
The orc rolled his eyes and looked at Fëanáro as he lied on the ground, narrowing his eyes a bit. "Now calmly tell me what's going on!" He yelled down at him.
Fëanáro quickly hopped back onto his feet, in his jogging place. "Can't talk! Can't talk! Xanna! Xanna! Trouble! Trouble! Bad! Bad! Guys! Guys! See! See! Help! Help! Hurry! Hurry!" The young lad shouted, keeping his jogging place, jogging side to side and pointing in random directions frantically.
Akazil stared blankly at him, then slowly lifted up his right hand and smacked him across the face. "Slow, calm and in common please."
Fëanáro stopped jogging, shook his hand and inhaled deeply. "Okay…" He said, taking another deep breath. "Misses Gnomenmire said she wanted to see me at the Tower, so I went and Mister Gnomenmire was there and he was telling me about how me made another Orb, so we were on our way here, then some guy bumped into me 'cause he was in a rush to see something happening in the middle of the city, so we went to see and…" The night was saying quickly, but slowing down toward the end, getting nervous and not looking Akazil directly in the eye. "Well…you and your friends have to see for yourself…"
Akazil raised an eyebrow, but didn't question Fëanáro. The two quickly looked for the rest after that little conversation, finding them in the arcade room. Makaza and Mokoki and mauled the poor, innocent and defenseless chocolate and ice cream men. Again.
Rolling his eyes, Akazil walked over to them, banged their heads together like he had done the other day and pulled them onto their feet. "C'mon, you slobs! We gotta get goin'!" He told them.
"Why?" Mokoki asked, rubbing his head and wiping chocolate off of his face while Makaza did the same; but with ice cream.
"Xanna's in some sort of trouble." Akazil answered simply. "We have to leave quickly to help her." He said, not noticing Fëanáro cringing behind him as he spoke. 'Not sure if there's much we can do to help her now…' He thought.
"Xan Xan's in trouble? ! I thought she was in our room!" Cosmo shouted, no longer brushing Jerry's fur.
"Who cares where we thought she was! She's in trouble and we gotta go now!" Akazil yelled, heading for the door. "Now let's go!" He said, then quickly left to get his armor. The others didn't hesitate to follow and went to get their armor as well, leaving Fëanáro, Kadgaa and Naraxis in the arcade room.
"So, what'd that stupid…girl…get herself into?" Kadgaa; still not knowing what to call Xanna; asked in his usual tone, also folding his arms over his chest and standing in his usual pose. Naraxis remained silent at his side, not wanting to let him know that he was making a jackass of himself.
Fëanáro; holding back his urge to shout at his friend; looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was there, turned around, shut the door, locked it and went back to stand in front of his friend, seeing that he had raised an eyebrow at him.
The night elf sighed, his eyes shut and his head slightly down. "Don't let the others no this, Kad…please…" He said.
Being a little taken aback by how serious Fëanáro sounded, Kadgaa unfolded his arms and took a step toward his friend. "Fëan? What's wrong?" He asked, sounding concerned for the first time in a while.
"She's dead, Kad…" Fëanáro choked out quietly, his eyes still closed, his head still down and his hands balled up into fist sat his sides.
The draenei's eyes widened in shock. "Dead?" He repeated his friend. "She…but how… W-when? How? How do you know? Are you sure?"
"They're putting her on display in the center of the city. I don't know why, but we need to get there quickly before they do anything to her…"
"Dude, I'm so sorry…"
Fëanáro looked up to his friend; his sadness completely visible all over his face; and opened his mouth to speak.
Akazil opened the door, panting. "We're all ready to go." He said.
"…Let's go." Fëanáro said, hiding his feelings before turning around to lead Akazil and his friends to Xanna.
"C'mon, it's just around this corner!" Fëanáro shouted, running up to an upcoming corner with the others following him.
"Fëan, why won't you tell us what's wrong with Xan Xan!" Cosmo; now a draenei again; shouted his question and he ran behind Fëanáro on his right side. Once again, he did not receive an answer.
"Brother?" Came Sophie's voice. Apparently she was now running next to Fëanáro and Melanie, Heather, Daphne and Kathy following her.
"What the hell are you-?" Fëanáro was asking when he ran into a wall from being distracted. "Ow…" He muffled, sliding down the wall and onto the ground.
"Dummy…" The male night elf's five female siblings said simultaneously, all staring blankly down at him. He quickly tried to get up to tell his twin to take the younger ones away, but was too late in doing so.
Melanie's attention span had wandered off to what everyone was looking at; she herself actually walking off to see what was going on. Her blue eyes widened in horror and her jaw dropped in shock.
Suddenly, tears began to swell up in her eyes, trying to overflow and slide down her cheeks. The little nine year old was about to scream when her brother quickly ran over to her and covered her mouth. "Don't scream." He calmly whispered to her. "If you do, they might kill us too." He added. She stiffly nodded her, quickly running over to Sophie when he let go of her, wrapping her arms around her and hiding her face to quiet her sobs.
"Fëan, what-" Sophie was asking her brother, staring at the sight.
"-the-" Makaza was continuing, also staring at the sight.
"-fudge…" Cosmo finished for them, slowly taking a few steps closer as he stared, his heart starting to beat rapidly and his stomach twisting as turning, making him sick to the core. "X-…Xanna?" He stammered, fighting back tears as he stared at some of the city's guards adjust her body on some sort of alter.
The group was close behind him, all feeling the same. Their hearts racing, their stomachs dropping, feeling so sick that they wanted to throw up but couldn't, wanting to scream and hit something or somebody. But not as badly as Cosmo. No one would ever feel as hurt or as angry as he did seeing Xanna's limp, dead body being shown off to a whole city of people that wouldn't respect her just because she was different.
Makaza placed his left hand over his stomach and his right on his brother's shoulder, then quickly removed it, turned around and began to throw up from the sick sight.
"Hey! These're new shoes, man!" The person behind him yelled, his new shoes now covered in vomit.
"S-…sorry." Makaza quietly whispered, slowly and carefully forcing himself to turn back around to look at Xanna.
"People of Stormwind!" The king's advisor began, speaking because the king was only a mere child. "Someone has killed this creature and brought it to us as a gift!"
"Creature? !" Cosmo growled lowly, reaching for his sword.
"No." Akazil said, stopping the hunter. "Just…calm down and listen Cosmo." He told him, not receiving a response or even a sideways glance. He didn't receive any response at all. But still, the elf; still keeping his glare on the advisor; calmly backed down and retreated in reaching for his weapon.
"And this is no ordinary Horde, my good townsfolk!" The advisor went on, using his left hand to address someone to come over and pick up Xanna's dead head.
Cosmo narrowed his eyes even more than he was already doing, gritting his teeth harder; ignoring the feeling he was getting about them breaking from doing it so hard; and clenched his fists tightly at his sides. His fists were so tight, a few drops blood fell off of his knuckles.
"This Horde-" The advisor said, addressing the person to turn Xanna's head and open her eyes. "-is a halfling!" He yelled loud enough for everyone to hear, pointing at the "creature's" eyes. Her beautiful, dead, yellow eyes.
Cosmo's eyes were shut tight, his head down, his hands in fists, trying to breathe as calmly as possible and fighting back his tears. No one has the right to display Xanna's dead body off like that. Like it's some piece of meat. It angered him so much that; for the first time; Cosmo began to think murderous thoughts. He wanted to kill everyone there so bad, it was a bad itch spreading all around his body.
He was pissed.
"Cosmo, chill." Akazil said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He still received no response. Other than the dark grim pose and aura Cosmo had.
"As a tribute to all the wonderful people of the city,-" The advisor said, being handed a torch by his "lovely" assistant. "-I shall burn the body! For all to see and enjoy!" He said, almost going deaf from the loud roar of cheers from everyone.
"Hey!" Some human boy said, walking up next to the advisor. He had been standing a little ways behind him during the speech, looking irritated the whole time. Now was when he finally decided to get his word in.
"I killed it!" He said, pointing to himself, then yanking the torch out of the advisor's hands. "I should be the one to burn it!" He said, about to set the body on fir.
"Moe!" The draenei girl that had been standing next to him exclaimed, quickly stopping him from pulling the stupid stunt, then yanking the torch out of his hand.
"Ivy?…" Kadgaa mumbled, staring at his sister.
"One; you did not kill her! Two; this is wrong!" She yelled, holding the torch far off to the side so her stupid friend wouldn't be able to take the torch back.
"This girl may have been a Halfling, but damnit! She deserves respect!" She said, receiving eye rolls from everyone, already knowing that they were inwardly calling her a halfling loving hippy freak. "She was still a person!" She said, trying to make her point. "And everyone deserves a little respect when they die!"
"This was no person! It was an abomination!" Some random person from the crowd shouted.
"It deserves much worse than being burned!" An old woman added.
The draenei girl sighed. "Are you people really that heartless?" She asked everyone calmly. "This girl looked different, but she was no different from any of us." She went on. "She lived. She breathed. She had a heartbeat." The girl said, sighing. "She was a person, despite what all of you think. And she deserves more respect than this." She said a little sternly, trying to make her point. "We should find someone that knew her. Anyone! And let them know that she's gone now and let them give her a proper burial." She said, smiling, looking through the crowd, feeling like she was making progress. "Don't you think so?"
The whole crowd was silent. Everyone was silent. Ivette felt like that maybe she had made a point.
"…So, yeah, am I still gettin' paid for this?" Moe asked the king's advisor; who rolled his eyes at the question. "Yes." He answered, taking the torch away from Ivette. "You will. Now will you two please stand aside so I may burn this thing in peace." He said, about to set Xanna's body on fire as they Moe pushed Ivette aside.
Cosmo was about to pull out his bow and shoot the man dead to stop him, but was a little too slow.
"Wait!" Akazil shouted, stopping the advisor from burning Xanna. "What now? !" He said in an irritated tone.
"Well, uh…" The young orc teen, stammered, quickly trying to think of some sort of plan. "Uh… J-Jim! Yeah, Jim! You know Jim, right? Well, he's outa town and it just doesn't feel right to do something as great as we're about to when not everyone is here, sir! So I think we should wait for Jim to get back before burning the body." He said, thinking on his toes as quickly as he could.
The advisor placed a hand on his chin. "Hmm, yes. Jim. I know him. Good man, Jim." He said. "Alright, boy. We'll wait to burn the body."
"Awww." the townspeople whined.
"Oh, shush everyone. The body will not go bad. We will preserve it until… When does Jim get back?"
"Uh… I dunno." Akazil said, shrugging. "Tomorrow? Day after maybe?"
"Hmm…not sure if a body can last that long. Even preserved." The advisor said. "But we shall wait. Just until tomorrow! Even if Jim is not here, we will burn the halfling's cold dead body and laugh as the ashes of its remains fly through the wind!"
Akazil forced a smile, ignoring the townspeople cheering loudly and watching some guards take away Xanna's body. He was happy he bought some time to try and think of a plan to get her back, but he had no idea what it would be.
'Shit!' He thought. 'What now?…'
Sophie walked into the house with her four crying sisters, trying to calm them all down as she walked them to their room.
Makaza and Mokoki followed, quickly making their ways to the closest living room and sitting down on a couch.
"Shit, man!" Makaza yelled, a couple tears sliding down his face. "Man!… What the hell are we gonna do now? !"
"I don't know…" Akazil said, having been right behind them, dusting off his shoulders and clapping his hands to be an orc again.
"Hey, how are you normal again?" His brother asked, raising an eyebrow at him with Mokoki.
"It is easy, Mister Makaza." Gishezpak said, coming with the rest of the group following him. "You dust off your shoulders-" He said, dusting off his shoulders. "-and clap your hands." He finished, ending with a loud clap, going into a bright light and coming out of it as a troll.
Makaza and Mokoki began to repeat their friend. Akazil raised an eyebrow at him as they did. 'How'd he know how to do that?…' He thought. He quickly shook it out of his mind and clapped his hands together, exhaling as he looked at everyone taking a seat somewhere.
"Okay, guys…" He started, looking at everyone. Makaza and Mokoki still looked quite sad, Gishezpak actually looked like his normal self, Dethiam might have only been slightly moved; but not much because she was undead; and Cosmo stood grimly at the door of the living room. Mittens sitting at his left side, looking up at him worriedly and Jerry doing the same; but sitting on Cosmo's right shoulder.
Fëanáro, Kadgaa and Naraxis were there as well. But they were standing off to the side to not get in the way, knowing that the group needed to talk with each other without them being involved in it.
"I…I know that we just went through a big loss." Akazil said. "Even though we knew her for a limited amount of time…I know we all grew to care for her very much. We even came to…love her…" He said, sighing. 'And she never knew it…didn't believe it…' He thought, shaking his head.
"Like that girl said;-" Akazil went on, not seeing Kadgaa shift uncomfortably because the draenei was standing off to the side behind him. "-Xanna was a person. A kind, wonderful, caring…beautiful person. And she deserves better than that." He said, pointing to his left as if he were pointing to the horrible people wanting to burn her. "I don't know how, but we have to get her body and give her the proper burial she deserves."
As the orc made his speech to try and calm the group down and comfort them, Kadgaa headed for the door. Fëanáro followed and whispered quietly to him to not disturb the "group therapy".
"Dude, where're you going?" The night elf asked.
"I have to go see my sister." He said plainly, not caring about Fëanáro's shocked expression.
"That was Ivette? !"
"Yes. And I must go see her now before she leaves again." He said, leaving quickly after that.
Fëanáro blinked at his friend's back, then sighed and turned around, feeling a chill go down his spine when he passed Cosmo. He looked at the blood elf and saw that a rainy cloud had appeared out of nowhere and began to hover over him. Slowly backing away, Fëanáro walked over to Akazil and tapped on his shoulder, pointing to Cosmo after that.
Akazil looked at the blood elf, seeing the rain cloud. Mittens and Jerry were even wearing raincoats to not get wet, nit being able to use any umbrellas because it was bad to open them indoors.
The orc walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know that you're hurting the most, Cosmo." He said. "You knew her longer and even better than all of us here. And…I know that you two were very close."
"You broke your promise…" Cosmo said darkly through his gritted teeth, not having to look up to see Akazil raise an eyebrow at him. "What?" He dared to asked.
"You…" Cosmo was repeating slowly, balling his right hand into a tight, tight fist. "Broke…" He said, making his fist bleed some more. "Your PROMISE!" He yelled, hitting Akazil to the other side of the room; which made a big hole in the wall.
"Whoa!" Mokoki yelled, jumping off the couch with Makaza. "What the hell? !" The younger orc shouted.
Dethiam and Gishezpak remained unmoved and remained on the couch they were staying on.
And Fëanáro just remained to the side, thinking that he shouldn't interfere because this was something that should only be within the group. But he still didn't want to leave.
"Cosmo, what're you talkin' about? !" Makaza shouted, about to run to his brother.
"Mittens!" Cosmo yelled, pointing to the orc. The lioness didn't want to, but she had to obey and make sure Makaza didn't go near Akazil. She hopped in front of him, growling and hissing, showing him her teeth and walking towards him, making him back away.
"Cosmo, calm down!" Akazil said, getting back onto his feet, barely dodging an arrow that was aimed for his head.
"No! You promised! You promised she wouldn't die!" Cosmo yelled, armed with another arrow. "Back in Duskwood!" He shouted, angry and frustrated tears running down his face. "YOU PROMISED!" He yelled, about to fire the arrow at Akazil's heart, knowing that he wouldn't missed.
He didn't get the chance when Azlirac quickly came running in and tackled him to the ground, tossing his weapons aside and hunched over him, holding him close and his hands still to make sure he couldn't do anything.
"It's your fault!" Cosmo shouted as he sobbed. "It's all your fault! You shouldn't have left her! You shouldn't have left her alone!" He cried. "You shouldn't have been adopted…" He said, lowering his head as he continued to sob. "It's all your fault…" He told himself.
"Shh." Azlirac said, holding him tightly as Mittens and Jerry came over to try to help comfort their master.
"Xanna, I'm sorry!" Cosmo yelled. "I'm so sorry!" He added, then finally gave into his uncontrollable sobs.
"You have nothing to be sorry for." Azlirac told the young elf, still holding him in a tight embrace.
"It's all my fault!" Cosmo choked out. "I shouldn't have left her! I should've stayed! Or run away with her!" He cried. "It's all my fault…"
"No." Azlirac said, gently grabbing the bottom of Cosmo's face. "You listen and repeat after me until you understand it." He said. "Got it?" He tried to clarify that Cosmo was getting the rules first. The crying blood elf nodded.
"It-is-not-your-fault." The grown night elf said slowly.
"But it-!" Cosmo tried to protest, being lightly shaken by Azlirac. "No! You repeat me until you finally understand it!" He said. "It's not your fault!"
"It's not my fault."
"It's not your fault!"
"It's not my fault…"
The two repeated this to each other a few more times while the others tried to regain their cool in their own way. Like pacing the room, inhaling and exhaling, or doing nothing.
'You're gone for just a little bit and look at what happens, Xanna…' Akazil thought, leaning against the wall. 'Why didn't you believe me when I said we needed you?' He thought, quietly sighing. 'Why didn't you believe me when I said that I needed you?…' He thought, slowly looking up. 'Would you believe me if I said why? Would you believe me if I said…I love you?'
'…Great! Just great!' Ixxy said. 'Do you have any idea how stupid that was? !' She went on. 'That was, like, the most stupid thing you have ever done! EVER! More stupid than all the stupid things you've done combined!'
'Is there a point to this rant?' Xanna asked, resting the right side of her face in her right hand and her right arm rest on her right leg. She wasn't sure how she wasn't going through herself since she was now a spirit or ghost or something of that sort, but she didn't feel like thinking about it or questioning it.
'Yes!' Ixxy ranted on. 'Suicide? ! SUICIDE? !'
Xanna rolled her eyes at Ixxy, not really caring about what she thought anymore.
'I'm just saying! Suicide? !'
'Ixxy, you weren't the one that had to go through the pain. You didn't have to go through the life I had.' Xanna said solemnly. 'You weren't even there with me in my head. You were off hiding like a coward instead of trying to help or at least being there with me.' She said. 'You weren't there for me. No one was…'
Ixxy was frustrated at how Xanna was acting. Their whole lives, Xanna was always happy. No matter what, no matter how much bad came to her, she would always shrug it off and smile, looking to the bright side of things.
But she was just a hallow shell of the person she'd always been. Ixxy could understand why too. Maybe not personally, but the idea of it.
Xanna was abandoned as a baby; thanks to some psychopath; was picked on by the other kids, left behind by the only friend she had and then tortured. And after that, she met her parents without even knowing it, feeling abandoned and betrayed all over again because they didn't tell. It was for a good reason, but one with the life she had could only help but feel that.
Ixxy felt bad for her.
Xanna sighed, hating the silence. 'How long till I'm…takin' away or somethin'?'
'You mean being taken to heaven or hell?'
'Or reincarnated. Something.'
Ixxy shrugged. 'Don't know. Right now, you're just a spirit in limbo.' She said, starting her explanation. 'Maybe someone will come for you. Maybe they won't.'
'What happens if they don't?'
'Then you slowly lose your memories. You forget about everything of the life you had and become angry from being scared and confused. Then you just become a Lost Spirit.'
'You mean kinda like those Wailers in Ghostlands?'
'Yeah. You're lost, you have no memory of your life.'
'Isn't that what amnesia is?'
'Yeah, but you're bitter. You're filled with hatred. All you wanna do is hurt and kill people.'
Xanna shrugged. 'I welcome that now.'
Ixxy gave a look to Xanna, trying to think of an idea. She needed to think of something, remember something that would make Xanna snap out of this spiraling depression to a lost and hate filled afterlife.
Then it came to her.
'…You know, it takes a looong time to become a Lost Spirit.'
'I can wait.'
'You can't sit still for three seconds…'
'Can too.' Xanna retorting, shifting her position, then again and again and again and again.
Ixxy smirked at her, knowing full well how right she was.
Xanna stared at her blankly for a moment, sighed, then got up and began to wander around the blue world she was in, occasionally looking up and staring at the black hole above her.
'Man, I hope somethin' happens to me soon.' She thought as she wandered around. 'All of this waiting is making me anx-' She was thinking when she saw a beautiful, blue, white winged spirit woman. She was floating in midair with white robes spiraling around her beautiful body.
'What's that, Ixxy?' Xanna whispered in her mind, not sure if she needed to or not.
'I…have no clue…'
'I want to touch it…'
'Don't…' Ixxy was trying to protest, staring at the beauty. 'Not…touch it…' She said, hypnotized by her.
'I was gonna touch her anyway…' Xanna thought, trying to muster up the courage to start walking toward the angel.
"You may come forward, my child." The woman said, giggling when Xanna gasped.
Xanna gulped and slowly came out from her hiding spot, walking toward her. "S-sorry for disturbing you… I…was just looking around…"
"Do not worry, Xanna. I welcome all here in my world." She said.
"What…what are you?"
"I am the Spirit Healer." She answered with a beautiful smile. "I help the lost souls here and tell them where to go."
"Like a sheep herder?"
'Where did you learn that? ! I know you didn't read it from a book!'
"She probably heard it from a farmer, Ixxy." The Spirit Healer said, making Ixxy's jaw drop all the way to the floor of Xanna's mind.
"You…know Ixxy's in my head?"
"Yes. I can sense and hear all souls."
"Ixxy has a soul? I thought she was just a voice inside my head…"
"Oh, you silly girl." The Spirit Heal smiled. "When you were in your mother's womb, you were meant to have a twin."
'Twin?' Ixxy and Xanna thought at the same time.
"Yes. A twin. But you joined together before you were born."
"So…Ixxy…just became a voice in my head…"
"Yes. But she's really-"
'Your SISTER? ! NOOOOO!' Ixxy screamed, running somewhere else in Xanna's mind.
"…She didn't like the news that much, did she?"
"Yeah, not really…" Xanna answered, shaking her head and looking at the Spirit Healer. "So…where do I go?"
The beautiful angel smiled again. "You go home."
"Which is…?"
"Back in the world of the living."
"Huh?" Xanna questioned, tilting her head. The Spirit Healer giggled again. "I am going to send you back, Xanna. It is not your time."
"But…what will I do?"
"You will live." She said, still smiling, leaning down and gently kissing Xanna's forehead. When she pulled away, there was a purple aura in her hands. "Take this." She said, folding it in Xanna's hands carefully. "Just like that." She said.
"What is it?" Xanna asked. All she was received was a smile and the Spirit Healer leaned down again and breathed into her.
And that's the end for now.
Boy, I've really improved on my writing, haven't I? :D
Hope everyone enjoyed this! Sorry for typos and what not! I'll fix them in editing!