The Lost World Of Victa

Chapter 41: Conversations Abound

The weekend passes by pretty uneventfully. I spend most of the time resting, and trying to readjust to the house again. Trace came over Saturday afternoon, to explain the reason he gave for my absence. 

In case anyone asks, I was helping Trace's family with something super important and top secret in the Capital, which I'm not permitted to talk about. 

I mean, while that explanation isn't too far off, calling it top-secret does seem like a bit of a cop-out. Though, I suppose, it works. 

Monday morning, I'm woken up by a sound on my door. 

"Knock. Knock," I hear, pulling me out of sleep. I open my eyes, and sit up groggily, stretching as I take in my surroundings. 

Dawn is filtering in through the windows, lighting up my room. The whole room is almost glowing with the morning light. 

Dawn, just like Zoro, the kingdom of the dawn, where Zayn and Trace are from. 

"Knock. Knock," sounds against my door again, and I look at the door. 

"Yes?" I say, wondering who's knocking on my door this early. 

"Come on, Lil', it's time to get ready for school," Kyler says, and I blink, remembering that I have school today. 

"Okay, I'm getting up now," I reply, and hop out of bed, heading into the closet to get dressed. 

I grab a long-sleeved black mock turtleneck, and a light grey sweatshirt. I also put on a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, along with my black high top converses. I head back into the bathroom to rewrap my bandages and get dressed. My back looks almost completely healed, but I'm assuming I'll be seeing Silvaria today at lunch. If I use magic, my wound could reopen, and I want to be prepared for that. I also put on my deodorant, brush my teeth, and brush my hair, pulling it into a braid. Once I'm dressed, I go back into my room, and add my necklace from the Keeper, along with a pair of obsidian studded earrings, and a few hair ties around each wrist. 

I grab my backpack, which is sitting in the corner of my room, and head out, taking a deep breath to prepare myself for the day. 

Kyler is sitting at the kitchen counter, idling as he waits for me. 

His dark brown hair is messy, as usual, and his silver eyes seem a little brighter this morning. He's got a red-orange shirt on, and pale blue capris on. He's wearing short white converses, and has a matching black set of anklets, bracelets, and a choker. He's also wearing small golden earrings, and a black jacket that has fur around the collar. 

"Those earrings are beautiful," I comment, as both a compliment and morning greeting. 

Kyler blushes slightly, the tips of his ears turning bright red, and shakes his head, averting his eyes. 

"They're from Jameson," he mutters quietly. 

I laugh a little. Cleary, in the two weeks I was gone, those two got even closer than I thought. 

"It's not what you think. It's just, we were both really wrecked from you leaving like you did. Besides Trace, who left with you, I was the only one who really knew what was going on. Even though I couldn't tell him much, especially before he decided to join the rebellion, I was able to comfort him. And then, we became friends. We're friends. That's it," Kyler says quickly, his cheeks getting brighter and brighter red. 

"I didn't mean to wreck either of you like that. I'm glad you two were there for each other," I say, feeling bad for hurting them so much. 

Kyler takes in the sad look on my face, and puts his hand on my shoulder, comforting me.