A/N-hello people, okay first off, sorry that this ones pretty short, and im sorry it doesnt explain much,but i did add more in her veiw,*grins softly thinking dont kill me* i'll try to update again tomorrow, maby, depending on how tired i am and if my biffles still on her phone with her boyfriend i'll try to update TONIGHT so i love you and enjoy the newest chapeter of Natures Daughter
Disclaimer-I do not own The Darkest Powers, all rights and regulations go to Kelly Armstrong and the publishers of this fine series.
Also to any HARRY POTTER fans, i just posted a new story called 5th Year v1.0,if you'd like, give it a read,now ON WITH THE STORY!
Chapter Five-
Essence's Point Of View
Simon led the way, glancing wearily at me over his shoulder whenever he believed I was not looking, He did not trust me, but that had to change, he must trust me, all of them must.
Up three flights of stairs, passing many cobwebs and even more fake plants that made me angry, I chose it was best to ignore those though, I focused more on listening for Cece, and to making sure she was okay.
It was fine, for the most part, she was nervous and weary, not trusting, but then again she does not trust anyone but her and me. Then, the atmosphere changed, around her and me, a chill in the air, shivers running down our spine, and our breaths hitching.
A shrill scream filled the air, followed by a panicked "Essence!"
I ran down the stairs flying past everything, a startled Simon not far behind me, I felt her terror, her confusion, and most of all her desperation. Our lives at the risk. I skidded to a halt, my heart fluttering faster than my mind could think. I ran for her, eyes blazing, the wind itself cutting around me, making me faster than normaly possible, the trees roots sliding back to their trees making my way smooth and impossible to trip.
"Essence! please!,I'm stuck." Her voice panicked and scared, something was wrong, Cece was never scared.
I understood too late, she didn't mean she was stuck, she meant we were.
My anger flared, the wind raged around me, blowing at dangerously high speeds, the necromancer was holding Cece, there, and by holding her, she was holding me, making it impossible for us to merge, making us vulnerable, making us weak, and making us something we couldn't afford.
Making us alone.