Chapter 3: Amy
When Sophie woke, everything was bleary. She sat up frantically, remembering what had happened.
"Amy!" She turned to the sleeping girl next to her.
She thought about waking her up, then saw how bad it was.
She was still holding her neck, but Sophie could see blood spreading down into her sisters shirt.
She had a lot of cuts and scratches on her arms, but there was a huge, deep gash on her leg. And one of her ankles was purple and swollen.
Sophie gasped in shock and whirled around, tripping over a rock.
Wait.
A rock?
She glanced down at it. It was a leaping crystal.
She didn't care who left it or where it went. But Amy needed help and she was going to get it.
Wait.
What happened last time she did this?
Would it happen again?
Probably.
She shook her head and tenderly picked up Amy.
She held the crystal to the light and stepped in.
She tried to even out her concentration so both of them didn't fade. But she could feel Amy starting to slip away.
She took a deep breath and focused on Amy.
Fool.
It's going to happen again.
What if they can't fix you?
But...
Amy.
Amy mattered right now.
They landed on grass, and Sophie couldn't move. But she could tell something, a building, probably, was above her.
She heard a scream and someone was running. Where, she didn't know. All she knew was that Amy was safe and she was slipping away.
Help.
Help.
He...her last plea was unfinished as she drifted away.