Dark side (A Ralla fan fiction)

Nightmares and Makeup

//The next day//
(Ser Patrick's POV:)

Get out of here Pat! RUN!
I have to go back and get everyone else now.
Boom!

I jolt awake. I was just in the Frostbourne, in my home in the bastion. Azura was lying next to me, fast asleep. I sigh, trying to catch my breath.

Amelia? Where is she? I think, getting up. I walked down the small hallway to my daughter's room. It was still rather dark out. I opened the door by just a crack, and saw her, curled up in her little bed, Mr. Cuddles in her arms.

Azura had almost completely bolted Amelia's windows shut, since that was how we thought Lyra got in. To be honest, I don't really blame her for wanting to...

I sigh of relief to see Amelia asleep, safe in her bed, and I walk to the kitchen to get a drink of water. I get a glass from the cabinet, and go to the sink, to fill up the glass.

I was just going to get some water father. I heard a voice say. My voice.

Run! Get out of here! I hear my father yell.

My head starts aching, and I felt a sharp pain trace along the area where my scar met my normal skin. Like it was on fire! I grasp onto the burn, accidentally dropping the glass onto my foot, it shattered into pieces which cut my foot. On instinct, I jump back, and hold my wounded leg,

"GAH!" I yell, "OW! OW! FU-!" I stopped myself from cursing aloud, and instead cursed the alphabet in my head.

I hear a door swing open, and there comes Azura, ready to fight if needed. Once she saw the glass, and me, she eased up a bit. She placed her beacon gun down on the coffee table, and walked over to me, careful not to step on any glass.

"C'mon. Let's get you patched up." She said, taking me to the couch. She got a some gauze, tweezers, and a pair of magnifying glass goggles, which I got her for her birthday last year.

After no time at all, my foot was wrapped up, and I managed to stand again. I got the dustpan, and broom from the closet, and began cleaning up the broken glass.

"Sorry for waking you up honey." I whispered to her.

She waved her had tiredly, "Its alright. Plus, this all happens to the best of us..."

"Dropping a glass at three nineteen in the morning?" I ask.

Azura shook her head, "No, but more rather acting like this after re-experiencing some trauma." She said.

I look back at her slightly surprised, "How did you-"

"Honey, I'm pretty much the therapist of this place. I've seen this about a hundred times. Now, sidestepping that..." She took my hand, "Do you need to talk to me? Is there something wrong?"

There was a brief silence, as I thought of what to say. I couldn't tell her of the poison, or that there was going to be something bad to happen tomorrow. Notch, I hate keeping this a secret.

I just shake my head, "I'll tell you tomorrow. You should go back to sleep. I will when I finish cleaning this up." I say.

She gave me a suspicious look, before shrugging it off, and going back to sleep. Leaving me alone in the dark kitchen. I sigh and clean up the leftover glass.

But instead of going right back to bed, I stop at my little girl's room, and check to see if she's still asleep. She was, but it seemed she had woken up to my scream. I lean down, and kiss her goodnight, and head back to my room.

I fought against death, with nothing but luck once before, and I can do it again. I thought, before drifting to sleep.
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(Stella's POV:)
//In the late afternoon//