Sorry to my few followers for the long wait, but this horrible thing happened to me. It's called school :'(
Anyway, moving swiftly on. I have a very special announcement to make.
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Olivia was brushing her hair before bed. Long brown strands cascaded over her shoulders, snagging in the brush too often. Eventually she gave up, throwing the hairbrush against the wall and burying her face in her hands.
She'd wanted to go to Emma's tonight, but Miss Ingledew had said she was hardly there anymore, and when she was, she was constantly blaming herself for what had happened to Tancred. Olivia knew how she felt; they all felt the same. Lysander was in a state of shock, unable to speak or move. Gabriel was constantly close to tears. Emma spent most of her time as a bird, with Ciara doing the same, both of them staying as animals and trying not to feel the pain the rest of them felt. Charlie was fiercely blaming himself for ever trusting Dagbert.
A warm orange light appeared outside her window. Peeking out, she saw the glowing orange cat lashing his tail impatiently. Olivia grinned and spun round, yanking her door open and taking the stairs two at a time. Her mum poked her head out of the kitchen just as she reached the bottom.
"Liv? Is everything alright?"
Olivia nodded. "One of the cats is here. I need to go with him."
Her mum ducked back inside the door, having long since accepted the strange things that went on in Olivia's life now that she was endowed. Olivia pulled on some rather impractical high heeled boots and ran outside. The orange cat mewed as if to say, well? What took you so long? Then it turned and ran, leaving a trail of sparks in its wake.
Olivia followed it, recognizing the twists and turns it took across the city, and confirmed her thoughts when the cat stopped in the square by the cathedral. It flicked its tail towards Ingledew's and danced off, like it had somewhere else to be.
Almost afraid of what she was going to find, Olivia pushed the door open. The Flames only called on the children in times of great distress. But instead she was greeted by cries of laughter and shouts of joy. She lifted her eyes slowly.
Fidelio greeted her first, calling her name and running towards her excitedly. Charlie and Gabriel were doing a little dance around Julia's table, singing a victory song out loud. Emma and Ciara both dived on her at once, squealing words that were too high pitched for Olivia to catch. In the middle of it all, she could see Lysander's tall figure, shaking with sobs as he hugged somebody else tightly. Sander let go, and Olivia could see the familiar face of Tancred Torsson. Squealing louder than anybody else, she launched herself across the room and threw her arms round his neck. Laughing, he hugged her back. Soon though, she could feel her joy fading, to be replaced by anger.
"Someday very soon, Tancred Torsson," she began, pointing her finger at him. "you are going to tell us all exactly how you are alive."
How was that, then? Please review, etc. Thanks for reading!
~*'Ciara'*~