A/N: Doesn't seem like anyone saw the Elesis plot twist coming~ That's good!
Disclaimer: 25 chapters and I still don't own GC ;-;
Chapter 25: A Vital Visit
"Wha... Are you... Are you sure these are the right files?" Arme stuttered, looking down at Elesis. The nurse nodded.
"Yes, why? Do you know her? But... She died five years ago..." Arme did her best to shrug indifferently as she looked over the file.
"She... She just looked like someone I know, is all." She whispered, eyes hovering over the 'important notes' section. Treat with care, patient subject to outbreaks of anger. The magician bit her lip. That does sound sort of like Elesis, but... Does it mean... She knew what was going on this whole time? Or is it just... There was no way it was a coincidence.
"You know there are other files, right?" The nurse said after several minutes. Arme nodded, but she didn't immediately flip to the next one. If Elesis was a patient, then this means... Taking a deep breath, she moved over Elesis' file and opened the next. The violet haired girl almost wasn't surprised when she saw a picture of Amy on the next page, the dancer appearing to be about seven years old.
"Amy Winters... She was the youngest victim, got hospitalized when she was six years old but somehow lived until she was thirteen. From what I've heard, her parents died a few years earlier, and there was no money to go into getting her treatment. Her grandparents are alive, but they wouldn't pay." Arme nodded sadly. So she was also... Letting out a sigh, she didn't bother looking over the rest of the file. Why didn't anyone tell me? Or maybe this is another of Kaze'Aze's games... But no matter how much she tried, she couldn't get herself to believe the latter thought. That would be like telling myself my whole life was a part of her plan... Though right now I wouldn't doubt it. She finally flipped to the third and last file, at which point she gasped loudly. On the paper was a blonde girl with sparkling green eyes and a wide smile, and the word underneath the picture surprised Arme much more than it should have.
"L... Lire..." She whispered, receiving another strange glance from the nurse as she stared wide-eyed at the beautiful girl displayed by the file.
"Yeah, she was the survivor." He explained, looking at the clock, "But your surgery is planned to commence tomorrow, you should rest up... There'll be a month or so after where you can't move or anything, so if there's anything you need to do you might wanna get it done. If there's anything in particular that you want to eat, I can get it for you... Any book you'd like from the library or anything? Though after all these years you've probably read most of them during your visits... I could get a movi-"
"I want to meet her." She stuttered. The nurse tilted his head.
"Who? You... What?" Arme took another deep breath.
"L... Lire. I want to meet her." The nurse appeared at a loss for words.
"You... Want to meet Lire? You really shouldn't be out of the hospital right now..." He replied. Arme shook her head.
"I want to meet her now!" She insisted, attempting to get up. The black haired boy stood in her way, looking at her with the concern.
"Lie back down, you'll pull something out like that!" He insisted, a frown spreading onto his face, "Why do you even want to meet her?" Arme refused to lie back down, but she stayed seated.
"I... I need to meet her." She insisted again, looking towards the ground, "I need to. I don't think I have much more time before I go unconcious again, and I need to meet her again." The magician exclaimed almost frantically. The nurse seemed even more worried, and he put a hand on her shoulder.
"Stay calm, all right? I'll ask the doctor, but do not get up while I'm gone." Arme nodded numbly, clutching Lire's file tightly. What does she know? Maybe she can explain something... And I... I need to figure out what happened to her. For Ryan's sake. She looked over the page again, shaking. I can figure this out. I can find out why Ryan's like he is. I can find out why she left... I can figure out what really happened. She looked up at the door impatiently. Hurry up! I don't have much time! Frustrated, she began pulling the miniature suction cups off her skin and leaving them next to the heart monitor. With this done she swung her legs over the side of the bed where the IV and NG machine stood. Unhooking both machines was simple enough, and Arme paused before she wondered if she could leave them behind. She didn't dare try and unplug the IV machine, and she stared at the NG for a long time before deciding something would probably go terribly wrong if she tried to unplug it. Holding the rail around the IV post, she used it as a support when she pushed herself to her feet. The violet haired girl nearly fell when she attempted this, forgetting for a moment that she hadn't really walked in months. Her legs were weak and thin; it took a moment for her to regain balance. She shakily pulled the machines with her as she made her way to the door, realizing she would most likely get in trouble for her actions. She still persisted, pressing up against the door with her back to open it.
"If we can, we should be moving her operation to this afternoon! Do you know what galavanting around the city could do to her condition?" A voice exclaimed as Arme entered the hallway. She turned to see the nurse talking to a doctor, who was glaring at him angrily.
"I-I know, but she's going into surgery tomorrow anyway, right? Her condition can't possibly deteriorate that much in one day! Even if she does fall unconcious we can still operate! She's really distressed right now, I'm not so sure she'll even let us go through with the surgery if we don't let her do this. You should have seen her face when she looked at the file with the survivor on it." Arme got closer carefully, trying to focus on their conversations over that of the other doctors in the hall.
"I don't care! It would be plain irresponsible to let her out! Tell her no, do whatever, but we can't-"
"Please... I need to meet her!" Both of the medical personnel turned around to look at her, shocked.
"Arme, I told you not to get up!" The nurse groaned, placing a hand on his forehead. Arme looked at him apologetically.
"I know, but I have to... I absolutely have to meet her!" She whispered. The doctor glared between the nurse and Arme, letting out a sigh.
"Please go back to your room, Arme." He stated firmly. The magician shook her head, eyes tearing up.
"No! I need to meet Lire!" She took a deep breath, trying to blink back tears when she thought of Ryan, and how miserable he would be if he found out she had had the chance to meet Lire, "Please. I won't overexert myself, but I need to do this." The doctor shook his head again.
"It's simply not possible, Arme. The hospital would be held responsible if anything happened to-"
"Arme?" The three people turned around to see Arme's mother running at them, gaping at her daughter disbelievingly, "You're awake! They said you wouldn't wake up before the surgery, and- Oh, you've heard, right! You can be healed! Your father is returning this evening, his plane's going to land soon!" Arme nodded lightly as her mother hugged her.
"And what's all this? Why are you not lying down!" Arme winced, looking up at the woman.
"I want to meet the survivor." She responded. Her mother looked at her and back to the doctor after a pause.
"The surgery's tomorrow, right? Is there a problem?" The doctor nodded.
"If she goes out her condition could get worse. We'd prefer not to take chances." The tall woman frowned further, looking at her daughter.
"Well, she wants to go! If I take her there shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"Miss, I'm afraid you don't understand! Her condition could deter-"
"My daughter's going to be on bedrest for months after the surgery, so if this is what she wants to do, let her do it!" Arme let out a sigh of relief. When her mother was determined about something it happened, no matter what forces were in the way. Arme had seen this determination at work several times; when she had been let out of the hospital right after she had woken up for her birthday, and when she would let Arme's friends come to see her even though no one was supposed to visit.
"Please, Miss! She really shouldn't-"
"As a parent I have the right to remove her from the hospital at any given time if it's not life threatening, correct?" Arme's mother asked, crossing her arms and tapping her heeled foot on the ground.
"This could be a life threatening situati-"
"It isn't! I've taken her out of the hospital several times before! I'll sign wavers, I'll sign whatever, but we're going!" The doctor sighed.
"But... Fine." He looked at the clock hanging near the reception area, "Bring her back into her room and Henk will detach her from the machines," He stated, gesturing to the nurse, "Have her back by ten at the latest." Arme's mother nodded, leading the violet magician back to her room with a victorious grin. The nurse followed warily, looking at the pair with a sigh. Arme glanced at the clock when she was seated on her bed and grimaced at the time; the clock reading 6:47 alerted her to how little time they had left.
"I'm going to make a quick call to Lire's nurse to make sure she can take visitors, and I'll get directions." The black haired nurse said once he had removed both wires from Arme, capping them. This left it so both the IV and NG were still running into her wrist and stomach respectively, taped down to her cheek and the back of her hand. Both violet haired women nodded, Arme stretching and turning to her generally over-protective mother.
"Why?" She asked quietly once the nurse was out of the room, receiving a questioning glance from her mother.
"Why what? And would you like another outfit? You don't want to meet someone in an outfit like that, right?"
"Another outfit would be nice..." She agreed, "But... Why did you take my side on that? You normally don't let me do things that you'd consider dangerous, I'd assume that to be enforced even more so when I'm so close to being cured." Her mother bit her lip, searching through a bag that Arme assumed had clothes inside.
"I don't get to do much right by you." The elder woman said as she handed over a light purple dress top with dark purple pants to go underneath. Taking a deep breath, she continued.
"Now, when you only have one day left before you have to be on bedrest for more than a month, isn't it a good time to do something? And you seem awfully determined to meet this girl." Arme smiled and nodded, taking a few shaky steps towards the bathroom in her room. By the time she had changed and come back out the nurse was in the room again, handing over a piece of paper to Arme's mother.
"And these are the directions, but you can't stay too long, all right?" he was saying. The blue eyed woman nodded, picking up her purse from the chair and looking over at Arme.
"Are you ready to go?" She asked.
"Yeah!" The short magician placed her folded hospital outfit on the bed, looking around the room one last time. I hope I have enough time to do this. I don't think I'm going to be here very long... Her mother pushed open the door for her, and Arme exited as quickly as she could. It was once she was in the hall that she remembered she had been moved hospitals several months earlier, and the new layout had her at a loss for where to go. She paused to allow the slightly taller violet woman to take the lead.
"Why do you want to meet this girl so badly?" She asked curiously as they approached the elevators. Arme was silent for a second.
"I just want to see how she's doing." She finally replied watching the down button as it was lit up. Her mother looked down at the ground, looking back up only when the elevator doors opened to reveal an empty cubicle.
"Well, you see, Arme... I wouldn't expect too much, because Lire is sick. They're not saying it's an after effect of the surgery!" She added hastily, "But one year after she got out of the hospital she was pronounced with stage two lung cancer. I can't imagine how they didn't catch that when she was in there for a year, but somehow it got to that point, and... Well, to be honest, they don't expect her to live for much longer, and she made a request to be sent home." Her mother answered. Arme's eyes widened, and she took a deep breath as she tried to calm herself. Surviving that just to die of cancer, right after she got out? I doubt it's a coincidence.
"You'll be fine, though! They made sure to do a full health check a few days ago before they started the exam, and you came out perfectly fine!" She kept rambling on in that manner until they made it down into the parking lot, where they entered the small quite predictably violet vehicle owned by Arme's mother.
"Are you worried about tomorrow?" The woman asked after a moment. Arme shook her head.
"Not really. I'll be unconscious anyway, right?" Her mother nodded.
"They'll make sure you're properly medicated so there's no chance of you waking up. Oh! Your father's plane will land at around nine, and the nurse said we have to leave at nine as well. I can call and ask him to grab dinner at the airport, and by the time we get there he should be about finished."
"I can go see dad?" Arme asked, genuine surprise in her voice.
"Yup! He was hoping you'd be awake before your surgery to see him, so he'll be extremely happy to hear that you are. He misses you a lot, Arme." The girl nodded again, looking out the window at the buildings as they exited the parking area. Everything's so different from Bermesiah... She thought, with a pang of what she wasn't certain to be sadness. Thinking it over, she decided she was more confused than anything else. What's going to happen to me?
"Arme? Wake up, we're here!" Arme jolted awake at her mother's voice, realizing with a start that she had drifted off. They were parked in front of a quaint little house, and the clock of the vehicle read 7:30.
"This is... Lire's house?" the magician asked hesitantly, pushing open her car door and staring at the white picket fence surrounding the house and giving it a look similar to one from any little girl's dream house.
"44 Oceanview Boulevard... Yeah, this is the right place." The woman said, looking over the map once more. Arme opened the fence gingerly, her mother following behind her. She stood at the door for a minute before rapping on it. Footsteps could be heard approaching rapidly, and soon the door was opened by a rather miserable-appearing ginger-haired woman.
"You're the ones who called to meet Lire?" She questioned with a frown.
"Yes, miss." Arme replied, trying to look around her and into the house. The nurse sighed.
"Then... You're the latest patient?" She asked, in a slightly softer tone. Arme nodded.
"Lire is in her room, come in. She made a big fuss about you being able to come over... Otherwise you probably wouldn't have been allowed." The magician's heartbeat raced as she entered the main room, taking off her shoes. The house was perfectly clean- there wasn't so much as a speck of dust in sight. She must not move around much. Arme decided as they entered the living room, observing the light green furniture.
"Her lungs are very weak so please don't make her take too- Lire, what are you doing up! I told you I would bring them to your room!" Arme's head whipped around the room at this exclamation, searching until she found who the nurse had been addressing. Standing in a doorway leading to what appeared to be a bedroom was a blonde girl, seeming to be about the age of fifteen. Using the frame to support herself, she was staring at Arme with an expression mirroring the magician's. Her wrist supported an I.V. similar to Arme's, capped off.
"Thank you for bringing them in, Farelle." The girl whispered, her voice gentle and almost inaudible from a distance, "I'm..." She paused, as though she wasn't certain what to say next, "Grateful you could come." She sounded shaky and uncertain, the consequence of an underused voice. The picture from the Grand Chase's collection room came back to Arme; she could match it up exactly with the girl standing infront of her.
"You're Lire?" She blurted out the obvious question. The forest-eyed girl nodded weakly, "And yourself?" Arme swallowed heavily, still staring with an intensity that could easily have been considered rude.
"This is Arme, and I'm her mother." The taller violet haired woman supplied, looking at her daughter with an expression of confusion. Lire nodded again.
"All righty, girlie, we have to get you back to bed." Farelle said from the side of the room, walking over to support Lire. When the blonde haired girl nodded she was walked into the bedroom behind her, Arme and her mother following. The amethyst eyed girl immediately took a seat next to the bed, and Lire coughed lightly. This triggered a small series of coughs, which subsided over the course of a minute but had everyone in the room watching her seriously.
"Farelle?" She questioned, taking a sip from the glass of water next to her bed and near the I.V. machine that seemed to make the room feel more hospital-like than it should have been. The bedroom also featured a green colour scheme, albeit it was warmer than the one in the living room.
"Yes?" The nurse replied, re-attaching the rest of the tube to Lire's I.V. as Arme watched wordlessly.
"I need to speak to Arme alone." She whispered, "Please." Her nurse frowned.
"And what happens if you fall into another coughing fit like yesterday?" The blonde sighed.
"You'll hear me from the other room and come running, like you always do." The ginger haired woman reluctantly nodded, looking at Arme's mother.
"Are you all right with it?" She asked, her tone of voice leaving some indication that she was hoping the violet haired woman would have a problem with it.
"It seems to be fine... Let's let the kids talk." She murmured. The nurse paused, looking back at Lire once.
"If you need anything you call me, all right?" She insisted, getting another nod. The door swung shut behind the two women slowly, and once it did the two females left in the room simply stared for a moment.
"You've been... There, haven't you?" Lire finally started, watching Arme intently. Arme stood up, taking a deep breath.
"Yes! Why did you leave? Why did you leave them like that? Do you know what's going on there? Do you know what you did to Ryan?" Lire seemed taken aback, green eyes widening in shock.
"Ryan..." She repeated, "How is he?" Her words came out almost desperately, "Please... Tell me." Arme averted her eyes, sitting back down.
"He hasn't been good... Why does he blame himself? Why did you leave him like that?" Arme's questions repeated, and the blonde seemed shocked.
"He... Thinks I left because of him?" Arme nodded.
"And Elesis and Amy! How do they play into all of this? Tell me you have answers..." Lire bit her lip.
"I can't believe he thinks... I should start at the beginning." She coughed lightly again, looking up at Arme as though she was asking permission to begin.
"I don't have much time." Arme whispered, "but I need to know." The green eyed girl nodded.
"Well... You should probably know that Elesis and I were childhood friends." Arme blinked.
"Huh? But... What about the illness?" Lire looked down at the blanket.
"I don't know if your illness showed up in the same way ours did. When we were both ten we were hit with it, and it started out badly. Elesis... She was affected with it a couple months before me. She hated being in the hospital... You must know by now how restless she gets. I visited her every day, until I was diagnosed... My parents blamed her. They demanded I be moved to a different hospital than her and... To be honest, I thought I'd never see her again." Lire took a deep breath, pressing a hand to her chest.
"Four years... Four years of nothingness inbetween waking up in the hospital. But then, when I was certain there was nothing left... I woke up in a forest. At first I was scared. How couldn't I be? I was almost eaten by the forest troll before I was saved by a group of Elves. I was a natural with a... A bow, so they trained me." She coughed gently.
"After a month I was proficient enough to leave the elven forest on my own. And I did, to head to Serdin. I didn't know what I was doing, or what I was trying to do, but... When I was in the village, I caught a glimpse of red hair. I was so surprised I chased after it blindly, and somehow... It was Elesis. We were thrilled to meet up, and she brought me to meet the Knight Master. Somehow she'd convinced this woman to teach her how to wield a sword, and she proved to be amazing at it. Elesis... Elesis had hated the real world. Her father had left on a buisness trip when she was a child and died in a plane crash; her mother wasn't an overly caring woman. Her physical limits due to the early stages didn't allow her to run around, to fight... To her, Bermesiah was like a miracle. Before I knew what had happened she had somehow signed us up to form a group called the 'Grand Chase', where we were supposed to be fighting some witch I had no idea about. I was worried at first, but I found myself having fun after a while. First we met Ronan... It was obvious from the start that Elesis had a crush on him." She paused again.
"The next person we met was Ryan. Ryan... He was always so outgoing, joking and fun. It was difficult not to enjoy being around him- But anyway, we moved on. Making our way to the Ellia continent, we faced several dangers before we got to Kaze'Aze's castle. When we got there we met Lass."
"How did you meet him?" Arme interrupted, unable to hold back, "I know what Kaze'Aze did to him, but..." Lire smiled knowingly, then sighed.
"His story wasn't happy... We had to fight him. After a long battle, Kaze'Aze released her hold on him to transform and we had to run. We brought him along with us, and Ronan used what little healing magic he had. Even so, Lass almost died. You have to understand... We didn't fight him because we wanted to." She added as Arme's expression tensed. The magician nodded softly.
"After a month or two in a nearby village he regained consciousness, and he felt terrible for what he had done... For lives he had taken. He joined our group, but never got close to any of us... Always following in the shadows. It was after we met Amy that things went badly." The green eyed girl, frowned, biting her lip.
"A cure was discovered. Elesis rejected it immediately; she had no reason to want it. She had everything for her in Bermesiah, why would she? Even her mother agreed it wasn't worth the cost. I loved Bermesiah, I loved the Grand Chase, and I... I loved Ryan, but... Arme, I have a brother." The magician tilted her head in confusion, waiting for more explanation.
"How do I say this...? He's my younger brother, but my parents... I don't know why, but they abandoned him. I was all he had left... With no money, no food and no nothing he would have diedwithout me! With him sitting there, smiling at me like he always did, how could I say no to something to keep me alive? I told Elesis I had rejected the treatment as well the last time I saw her. I didn't want her to try to give up everything to come with me... Then I faded. It wasn't painful, but it was... Sad. I felt like something inside me had died, and I couldn't eat for weeks. Still, the moment I got out of the hospital I got a job to support Cole. Every moment of my life was dedicated to protecting him. I also begged my parents to make sure the hospital would never release the cure; I didn't want that to happen to anyone again. Then, one year later I was diagnosed with cancer and Cole... Cole walked away. I had provided him enough money to run, and so he did. My reason for staying just left, and I haven't seen him in four years. I don't know how I feel any more... Should I be mad at him for leaving? At me for not staying in Bermesiah? I just don't know." The archer seemed lost at that point; like she would have cried had her tears not dried up long ago. Arme reached out a hand hesitantly, laying it over Lire's own.
"He misses you badly. Ryan, I mean... Do you... Want me to tell him something?" Lire blinked slowly.
"You mean... You would give him a message from me?" She whispered quietly, beginning to cough again. Arme nodded.
"Tell him..." Lire attempted to calm her coughs with some of the water, but failed, " I... Tell him that I'm sorry." The violet haired magician tilted her head.
"Anything else?" Lire looked away.
"Tell him that I still... No. That's all." Arme frowned.
"No. That's not what you really want to say. Will you keep silent now, when you finally have the chance to talk to him?" Lire bit her lip roughly.
"But he..."
"Tell me what you honestly feel." The blonde bowed her head, whispering something inaudible.
"Hm?" Arme leaned closer.
"I- I miss him too." She coughed, "And... I love him. I still love him, and I miss him so badly!" Finally tears of despair began falling, and she clenched Arme's hand tightly as coughs racked her body.
"I'll let him know." Arme mumbled hazily, black dots hazing her vision. I was able to hear the full story. At least this didn't happen before... Her body fell forward, head landing on Lire's sheets as the girl under the blanket continued coughing violently. The last thing she heard were steadily approaching footsteps, and a faint 'Thank you'.
Arme's eyes opened lazily, fading her into the familiar prison where the witch was still standing. Tears had begun falling down her cheeks quietly, not subsiding even as she tried to wipe them away.
"Learn anything interesting, child?" Arme gritted her teeth.
"You... It's been you this whole time." She whispered. The dark magician nodded.
"Took you a while, didn't it?" Arme stood up, noting once again the chains that held her hands behind her back as she struggled to her feet.
"How do you... Why would you even bring people from another dimension?" She asked angrily, "What's the point?" The witch paused, stroking her jawline.
"An interesting story... You'd like to know, wouldn't you? Very well." Kaze'Aze's face split into another malicious smile.
"Who, pray tell, do you think the first person to bridge the gap between your world and this was?" Arme didn't respond.
"Perhaps that pink haired girl?" Arme nodded ever so slightly, and the witch shook her head.
"No. It was another... You've heard of Sieghart the great?" Arme nodded again.
"The man who defeated you the first time." The witch's eyes sparked dangerously.
"Yes, that may be something he was known for. His birth was remarkable... Born in your world, but somehow ours collided. In that one instance, the child died and was pulled over to our side of the gate... No one was the wiser. He was raised in a small village, where after his odd entrance I monitored him loosely. This is the same child that so many years later was able to single handedly storm this castle... After my humiliating defeat, I realized something. His power, equaling to a good few hundred men, was no coincidence. I began to wonder..." A smile spread across her face.
"Five hundred years. That's how long it took me to perfect connection of the worlds. The first one I dragged over was the dancer, as a test. She, however, fell into the hands of the silver knights before I could capture her... I figured in the end it was no large loss. My next step was to search through the Sieghart family line. He had two brothers, who in turn had families. One of their grand children was the menace known as Elesis the knight." She frowned distastefully.
"That girl would have made such a perfect asset to my army had she not landed in the center of Serdin. The knight master got to her... I was hoping her friend would yield better results, but she fell to the elves. I decided to put my hopes in another summon... You." She purred, "A magician. What better a class for a deciple of myself? Making you a perfect weapon would have been so simple... I had troupes all over Bermesiah planned for your arrival. Then, on the day of your arrival, my dear child had to interrupt."
"The anmon soldiers were yours..." The witch nodded.
"He returned you to the village and presented you to Elena; it was the perfect opportunity to research you. In a mere month your progress was so much more than I had predicted! It was then that I needed to have you. I held no reserves... When Elena told me of your travel plans I had the Red Gorgos' den opened, with specific instructions to destroy the town and bring you back, but... Something went wrong. You weren't there. Then there was a second chance; you yourself went into the Gorgo's cave! Had the stupid beast not ran into the wall when it was supposed to escape I would have had you. I attempted with the trolls, and again with the harpies. When Elena arrived with news that you had already achieved second job... That useless magician was simply supposed to stall you until I arrived. Though that you withstood an orb with even a quarter of my magical force in it was impressive to discover, I must admit. It was when Elena died even with the new powers I bestowed upon her that I decided it would be best to fetch you myself. It took me a week to prepare this cell with enough seals to completely secure your powers, how do you like it?" Arme's head was spinning with all the information she had just had forced upon her, and her eyes felt stuck open with shock.
"You destroyed the village because of me? You did all of this... Because you wanted me to be your puppet?" The dark queen nodded.
"Yet again you exceed at stating the obvious! Hm? Don't look at me like that, it's really not all that bad... You won't feel the possession at all. You seem rather fond of Lass, perhaps you'd like me to possess him as well?"
"No!" Arme yelled back, "You're not going to do anything to any of them! It was you who made Lire sick with cancer after she was cured as well, wasn't it?" Kaze'aze blinked slowly.
"Very good," She commended, "I wasn't expecting you to make that connection. Yes, it was. Did she honestly expect to escape me so easi-" The witch's head jerked towards the window abruptly, a frown taking over her face.
"Already?" She hissed, "It's only been three days... I should have known he wouldn't appreciate me taking his little magician. She glanced at Arme (who was by that point rather confused) once again.
"Hm... Forced possession is quite clearly not going to work yet. I'm afraid you're going to need to sleep once more." It didn't seem to matter that Arme resisted being dragged to the front of the cage; soon the whole cell filled up with a purple vapour. Though she held her breath as long as she could her desperate need for oxygen soon won out, and the magician gasped for breath.
"I... Hate you..." She choked out, falling to her knees as the gas did it's work. A cruel laughter filled her ears as she was knocked out yet again, the stone floor a welcoming surface to her tired body.
A/N: It's Lire~ Everyone still following along? I hope this makes sense xD:; NaNoWriMo is coming up, and I finally have a vague plot outline! (Yes, I realize I'm behind o_o) Anyone else participating?
We're nearing the enddddddddd D8
-Utsuro
Another note I'd like to add is that technically Lire is about 21, or around there. Something about the illness disallowed her appearance to alter at all after the incident, so she still appears at the age she was healed~