Ark Kingdom: The Magic Within (Bellarke)

Chapter 13

Abigail's POV

“What’s going on?” Kane runs into the room, slamming the door against the wall.

“King Jaha has been stabbed!” I shout to him as I slice the wound open farther. “Close the door.”

He slams it shut. “What happened? How?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing. You’re his second hand man. You should have been with him. Where were you?” I pry his flesh away from the piece of metal lodged in his stomach. I have to get it out or he will have no chance.

“Jackson, I need more herbs.” I hold my hand out waiting for him to hand them over.

“I can’t we’ve used too many already. He’s dead. There’s nothing we can do.” He drops his head.

“Get out!” I yell at him.

“Abigail, we’ve done all we can.”

“You have. I haven’t, now get out.”

“Okay.” He leaves the room so it’s just Kane and me.

“Kane, I need you to leave to. You can’t see what I’m about to do. You need to make sure that the kids are safe.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Just go. You’re going to be in charge if we lose him and they need to know that you are strong. Tell Clarke that I love her.” He doesn’t leave though. He just crosses his arms and stands in front of the door.

“What are you planning on doing, Abi?” He asks even though he knows.

“You know what I’m going to do.”

“I can’t let you throw your life away for a dead man. Jake gave his life to keep you safe. He made me promise before he died that I would watch over you. Just let the king die.”

“Can you hear yourself? You want me to let our king, our friend die. You make me sick.”

“It’s the best choice that we have. You’re the one who can help us get through this. I can’t do it without you.”

“That’s why you need to leave right now.” I feel my hands start to glow as my anger grows. “Get. Out.”

The door opens behind Kane and he falls back. His eyes go wide when he sees me staring at him. “Abi, you need to stop. Someone will see.”

I fling my hand towards him and he flies out of the room slamming hard against the brick wall. The door smashes into place. With him gone I’m able to release my powers fully. I have taught Clarke just the basics of what I passed down to her.

She has no idea how far we can go and I hope that she never will find out. I look back down to the man on the bed. His chest is barely moving and blood is pooling around him. I take a breath, count to five, and place my hands over the wound.

His consciousness tries to meld with my own but I block it using the years of practice I’ve had to stay in the moment. I do however let the moments just before he was stabbed into my mind. They wash over me and feel a tear fall from my eye. A boy, it was just a boy who did this. He looks like he would rather be slitting his own throat. I know that he didn’t do this lightly. He had a reason. I get a flash of Clarke. She is being carried to the carriage.

The boy looks at her and I see a flicker of hope cross his face. When he sees that she isn’t conscious his expression goes back to being bleak. Then he steps forward and with a shaking hand slides his sword into the King’s stomach. He doesn’t twist it or anything that would make it more painful. He just helps the king so that he is lying on the ground and then runs away. The vision blinks out of view and then I am looking at my own face. I am crying and yelling.

“Abi?” I feel a hand on my shoulder.

“Jake.” I lean against his hand and look up. I meet my husband’s warm gaze. Looking past him I see that we are in our usual spot. It’s the place where he proposed to me. The meadow is how it was that day; covered in purple flowers and wet grass. There is a stream to our side and the sun is shining brightly. “I did it. He’ll live.”

“Yes, now you must rest. You’ve worked yourself too hard today.” He holds me against him

“I miss you. I love you.” I sob into his tunic.

“I love you too. Be safe.” He kisses my forehead and then he is gone. His touch and presence leaves me. I am back in the cold castle. Jaha is blinking his eyes and trying to sit up.

“Woah, King. You need to rest. You’ll be sore for some time still.” I gently push him back so he is lying against the bed.

“What happened?” He asks me with a groan as his hand goes down to his scarred gut.

“You were stabbed. You almost died, but you were strong and pulled through at the last second.” I lie to him.

“So, I just imagined that your hands were glowing and that you healed me?” He gives me a knowing look.

“Yes. You were very out of it.” I nod my head.

“Okay. How are the kids?” This time when he sits up I help him.

“We haven’t heard from them yet. It’s only been a day and a half.”

“That long?” He looks worried.

“Yes, but there isn’t anything we can do about it right now. Our kids are resourceful and intelligent. They’ll be okay. They have to be okay.” I realize that I’m saying this to reassure myself more than him.