Our Deathly Love

Nancy Drew

I sighed deeply as I plopped on the couch in between Tristan and Jasper. I was mentally and physically exhausted from this week’s classes.

“What are you groaning about?” Tristan moaned out. Looking over I almost laughed, he was laying back against the couch a math book propped open covered his face, from the looks of things I was not the only one tired of all the work we were expected to complete.

“Most schools have students take seven or eight classes, what was Pandora thinking when she gave us fifteen?” I said kicking my bag that was lying at my feet.

“Either she wants us to excel or thinks taking different classes everyday will help keep us out of trouble.” Jasper replied his eyes never leaving his clipboard as he worked on the latest Drama project this week.

“I hate the work, but Jasper has a point on both ends, we need classes that normal humans would be taking or we would never get into good colleges and jobs, yet we need to know more about what we are and other magical career options.” Tristan said taking the math book off of his head and closing it gently.

“It’s not as if you did not sign up for most of the classes anyways.” Jasper replied obviously not as tired from the work as we were.

“I’ll get by, but I mean do we really need a Magical History and Human History or a Magical P.E. and a Human P.E? All of those assignments and all of those teachers to remember is driving me crazy!” I said rolling my eyes.

“Emmy I saw your classes, and you would be less swamped if you dropped a language class, just saying, I only have 13 classes.” Jasper said smirking.

“French and Latin are amazing, I really don’t want to drop it, I was thinking about going into translating if I don’t become a herbalist.” I said dead serous.

“You are a tree hugger aren’t you?” said Tristan chuckling to himself.

“Like your one to talk Tristan, if it wasn’t for this tree hugger you would still be having back pain, and your wings would still look a mess.” I said giving him a smirk.

“She has a point, I can’t help but find it funny how Chloe freaked out when Emmy offered to help you, aren’t Angel’s suppose to be forgiving and all that jazz?” Jasper said bringing up the problem that had occurred earlier that week.

“When it comes to what is thought as religious retribution they seem to forget that aspect.” Tristan said quietly as he rubbed his back. I could not help but laugh at the memory of Chloe’s face as she heard me trying to help Tristan. Apparently, when you become a Fallen the Angelic Community holds a ceremony and forces you to drink a poison of such, which affects your wings and back. That is why a Fallen’s wings are that disgusting black oily color; the poison is intended to affect the decedents of all Fallen. As well as, cause pain in the wings as they come out and extreme back pain. It was suppose to remind them of the sins that they had committed, the Angels have a potion to relieve the pain of the forgiven, but to be forgiven you must erase your sins, and how could anyone erase a sin when asking for forgiveness is not accepted by the community?

I had found this out in the middle of the week and could not stop myself from offering to help. I had seen a potion in my book just a week before for back pain; under it was the word Fallen scribbled in Clarrissa’s curly penmanship. I had never used the potion that looked difficult to make, but I offered still the same. It would not destroy the poison living in Tristan and his wings would not go back to white, but it did relieve the pain, and caused his wings to look less oily and more dignified.

The school did not have my never-ending grimorie that seemed to be filled to the brim with spells, incantations, potions, and other useful items, but I did. I realized that what knowledge I had was in great demand. I found myself to be given offers by friends and acquaintances of Tristan to make them the potion as well. I could not turn them down, and was even less able to turn down the money they planed on giving me. Rose herself was interested in the potion, I was not sure if I wanted to give it to her, I knew that she would send it to her dad and he would want to package it and bottle it and make it into a quick fix, which I did not want. The potion was mine; it was my families and not hers, it may seem weird but each thing in that book was a part of me and not something that I could just give away like it was cheap, Clarrissa had obviously worked very hard on that potion and giving it to Rose to sell at her wish would be selling Clarrissa out, and in turn selling myself out.