The Secrets of The Soul Wanderer (In

Chapter 20

The Holy One looked at everyone including me. The eyes of the Holy One were full of nobility and power, the omniscient lion deity sat down and reluctantly said "if I resurrect Oliver then my boss, the Maker will kill me. Which means anyone with Knight blood also... dies."

I never felt so conflicted with the wave of selffishness and, the thoughts of Oliver and we I with our parents. A thought crept up inside my head, it was dangerous and involved bargaining with the Maker himself.
My parents walked towards me with caution and fear, both of them tightly hugged my torso. How I loved my mum's short stature (barely past my shoulders) with her ginger hair that smelled of a pine needles and vanilla. I could hear her quietly sobbing, I wanted to join her, but I had to suppress the tears, for now.
My dad squeezed me bringing me back to the present. He was the same height as me, his long black hair tickled my face, unlike my mum he just whispered in my ear "make us proud Claire, whatever it is just make us happy."

They released me from the hug, my mum cried on my dads shoulder. I looked at the Holy One and my world was just tunnel vision, the lion looked at me and nodded. I spoke with a slight tremor in my voice, "oh Holy One, I wish to bargain with the Maker in order to save my brother and Knight brethren."
There was a short pause, almost like the Holy One was waiting for the dreaded sentence.
My heart was racing and I felt like I was going to vomit, internally my body was telling me to run. If I had no family then running was a wise choice, but I had to save Oliver.

I gave a deep sigh and with shaking hands said to the Holy One, "I'm willing to die in order to save my brother."
My mother screamed and cried in desperation, "No!Please Claire! It's ok if he's dead, just please stay with us."
Those words stung me like an angry swarm of wasps. I wanted Oliver back, but maybe my mum was right. Bringing him back for a few days might suffice, but this was all down to the Maker himself.
A surge of bravery and alertness coarsed through my body, I turned and walked to the Holy One. Still aware that I had wings, I daren't waste my energy on strenous exercise. Instead I touched the stone skin of the Holy One, only to feel weightless.
It was almost like I got shot out of a cannon, I had no time to react. Looking around hurt my head, I caught a glimpse of the sky, clouds and the many satellites around Earth. I was in space, pure panic pushed on my chest and throat. All logic went out the window, I was going to suffocate in space.

Suddenly I stopped moving, was I dead? No, because I felt a floor. What was a floor doing in space? I looked around, only to see a garish candyfloss pink tiled floor. My body was lying on the cold floor, so I knew gravity was here somehow. With wobbly legs and feeling very motion sick, I knelt and vomitted over the floor.
Whenever I moved, I threw up again, this put my mind and body into overdrive. I heard the sound of stiletto shoes, coming towards me. Whoever it was, they had a calm but soft spoken feminine voice. "It's ok honey, you've travelled so far, now just rest." I felt a sharp pain at the nape of my neck, I was being drugged.
This wasn't a slow acting sedation, I fell asleep before I could see the woman. It then dawned on me, that being in the Makers domain was truly a different ball game. All what I did on Earth was simply childs play. It was now time for me to basically, man up.

Whatever was in that drug was strong as fuck, I couldn't do anything physically, thinking of anything positive was impossible. My sleep was full of nightmares and I was fully paralysed. The nightmares and reality itself seemed to intertwine. I tried to wake up but the nightmares kept drowning me, being trapped in my mind was a living hell.
Who knows how long I was drugged, time seemed irrelevant. Whenever I tried to wake up countless nightmares dragged me into their cold, blood soaked watery depths. I was trapped, waking up was impossible.

I felt a sharp pain in my thigh and this wasn't a nightmare, it was real. I finally awoke, my eyes felt foreign to me after being asleep for so long. I was restrained, but that was nothing compared to the intense aches on my shoulder blades. My Knight wings had been hacked off in a brutal and messy manner, blood trickled down my back dripping like a leaky tap onto the floor.
I noticed that I was strapped against a cold, metal operating table that was mounted to the wall. The room looked like an abandoned hospital ward, with equipment from the medieval times. I looked around the yellowing white room, all the equipment was either broken, rusty or unsterile. There was an eerie vibe about this place, it felt oddly familiar but I couldn't remember exactly why.

I tried to use some strength to wiggle my hands out of the metal restraints, only to hear the sound of stiletto shoes getting louder. I finally met the source of the sound. It was a woman probably in her late thirties with short curly auburn hair, she wore a petite red dress and had a wicked smile that made me instantly uneasy.
The woman approached me,  I was unsure whether to feel scared or relieved. She spoke in what I like to call a typical 'reality TV Los Angeles' accent, which I found annoying because her voice was very loud.
"Hello Claire, nice to see you awake. How are ya feeling?" I tried to reply but I couldn't, the woman continued in that shrill fucking voice. "Oh yeah before you do anything please behave in front of me as I am your worlds' Maker and your... real mother.