WHISPER- shadow and bone

Chapter 9

"Ada!"

"Help!"

Ezra groaned, pure pain shooting through his body.

Ada had lost. She had lost the fight the boy had picked with her at the camp. She wasn't much of a fighter, not until this one. This fight shaped her future. Yet when the men bullied Ezra for what he looked like, one day she snapped.

Ezra walked outside to see his best friend being beaten on the ground, no officers in sight.

"Ada!", he'd cried for what felt like hours.

"Look who's here!", the boy crowed. "The reason she looks like this! The freak!"

Ezra grew with fury and pushed the boys away helping his friend up from the dirt.

Ezra's fingers twitched and slowly his hand came back into motion. Then his arm and his leg, slowly making him feel mobile once again.

"Let me help!", Ezra insisted as Ada sat on the floor, bloodied and bruised.

Ada shook her head. She couldn't bear to face the boy she had fought for and lost so awfully.

"Did you do it for me?", Ezra whispered. Ada didn't reply.

"We'll if you did... thank you. You're so incredible Ada", Ezra whispered.

Ada placed her hand on her arm, blushing into her chest. She willed everything to be better, for the world to stop spinning so fast. She felt a light sensation on her arm where her hand was placed. The bruise that once bloomed, purple and angry, had disappeared.

"What", she whispered.

"Are you okay?", asked Ezra wide eyed.

Ada tried again, this time with a cut on her leg. She willed it to be better and moved her hands as if mending an invisible cut in the air. The cut slowly disappeared just as the bruise had and the pair looked at each other in disbelief.

"Youre-?", Ezra began.

"Shush. We can't tell anyone", Ada whispered.

"Just like me", Ezra smiled. He had hidden his gift for so long and now he wasn't alone.

"Just like you", Ada whispered back.

Gasping for air Ezra cried out and attracted the attention of Mal, who he was so glad to see alive. The boy rushed over to his friend, not quite believing his eyes.

"Ezra. Ezra!", he choked.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get all emotional about it", Ezra croaked with a smile.

Helping the boy up, Mal pulled him roughly into a hug, crushing Ezra's ribs. The boy did all he could to not cry out in pain.

"Mikhael? Dubrov?", Ezra questioned sadly.

"We lost them", Mal whispered.

"They risked their lives for us", Ezra spoke solemnly. "The most honourable people I've known".

The two boys took the bodies into the woods and whispered words of silent prayer. Life truly wasn't fair. Both limping and close to breaking down, the pair were dishevelled and aching.