The Children of Death:Book four, Revived Hero.

Beatriz

Atticus and I walked to the head counselor's cabin, I noticed some campers interacting with the followers of Lailiah before we entered. I sighed, opening the door. Jade draped over me like a weighted blanket.

I set Jade on the couch. Admiring their face, their aura. Their aura was very nice, actually. It was red with little swords. Atticus, on the other hand... used to have an electric blue aura. Notice I said used to. His Aura... changed. Now it was very faint, almost non-existent. I didn't know what color it was. Like for the way I viewed dead people's auras, his aura was that of a corpse. Which he should be. I wondered if... he was still dead.

"So. You wanted to talk?"He asked me as I was brewing Chamolie tea for Jade when they woke up (always helps with headaches, you should try it! Unless you're... allergic, then don't try it.)
"We have awkward tension. And I... get it. Jade is your Ex, and I'm dating them. It makes since. But I believe we have a quest to do... and I don't want to make it weird."I explained, soon noticing I stretched that on for way too long.

"Yeah, I... just... Hey, do you have pants I could borrow?"Atticus changed the subject quickly. "I don't think mine will fit you, maybe try some of Jade's old clothes?"I pointed to Jade's room, Atticus jogged away.

My tea finished brewing, I set it on the table before sitting across from Jade on a couch. Atticus came back out in an old hunting outfit of Jade's, full camo.

"I'm... worried about them. Jade, I mean."I mentioned. "Yeah..."Atticus fiddled with his thumbs. "You still seem uncomofortable. Do you have anything on your mind?"I raised an eyebrow.

"It's... dumb."Atticus looked down.

"Humor me,"I handed him a cup of tea. "Well, I feel really immature around you guys. Like, sure, I'm 21. But I feel like I was... just 12 yesterday."Atticus paused to sip his tea, "I guess I... I dunno. It still feels like Jade and I were just dating, so it's strange for you guys to be... ya know... together."He uncomofortably shifted in his seat.

"Seems like it."I mumbled. Atticus sipped his tea again, slowly spitting it back into the cup. Real slick, Atticus. Jade stirred in their sleep. I placed my hand on their slightly-warm forehead.

"Poor Jade..."Atticus mumbled, tracing his fingers around his stitched neck. His aura still faintly flickered like a dying light-bulb. I inspected his stitched arms, his hearing aids, his wide-eyed, confused, and overall excited apperearance, like he had just grown his first chest hair. He seemed the same. Like... he'd never changed. Like he was the same determined twelve-year-old boy who had died in war.

I sighed, my body slightly shaky from my thoughts about Atticus, he didn't seem to notice. He was more invested in his dirt-mustache.

"I've had this the whole time and no one told me?!"Atticus was looking at a mirror on the wall. "Please keep it down... and... I thought you knew, guess not."I muttered. "I look... way older than I feel, is that normal?"Atticus was still admiring his face.

"I guess so, since you... well...died."Was there a good word for die? I couldn't think of one.

Jade snorted, already with a a-not-so graceful awakening, they smacked their head on my arm.

"Jade! Sorry!"I checked their forehead, which was probably going to be bruised the next day. "Ughhh..."They groaned. "Feeling any better?"I handed Jade their tea. "No. I feel like an old dog who's in dire need to be put down."They hissed, slapping the cup from my hand, which surprised me. My beautiful China Teacup shattered to pieces on our hard-wood floor, the Chamolie liquid sinking into the material.

"Jade..."I mumbled. Atticus stared at us in confusion, probably thinking whether to run from Jade or help them.

"My..."Atticus faltered, "My Mamá used to have headaches, like, really bad ones. The way she would try to fix them was-"