The Tragic Tales of Lynx Viatto...and maybe some other people

It all comes down to one simple action

CHAPTER 22

Amber:

The taste of the chamomile tea was still in my mouth as night grew around us, today had happened to be a night without any clouds, so the stars were visible and there was a nice breeze blowing through the room, long ago Jack had dozed off and only Lynx and I were left in the room, on the moonlight she looked mesmerizing, her fading blonde hair was glimmering and the pink strands of hair were glowing in the moonlight like they had crystals in them, her eyes were shining like two gemstones and her gorgeous skin was glowing like an ethereal fairy, I almost wanted to touch her to make sure that she was real, and then I felt something break within me.

Lynx:

I was trying to figure out what had happened to the cup that I had specifically given Jack, but I could not remember any moment where he drank it, and then I came to the dreadful realization that Amber may have drank it, and it was just the exact moment where she fell that I realized..I was correct.

I didn't know what to do, the potion was meant to be deadly and quiet and I had just made it to kill, not to revive, I felt my glamour disappear and my magic reacted almost immediately. I tried everything I could think of. Any spell that came to mind I tried, my desperation also led me to use my own blood to cast more powerful spells, but Amber's life was being drained away and I couldn't do a thing about it, all because of my cursed potion-making abilities, it went on as I planned, just that the final potion was given to the wrong person who I did not want to go. All the work I went through, to make a potion so silent that it would only strike any virus or cancerous cells, so it would look as natural as ever. Jack was never going to ever have cancer in his life, it was because I boosted the cancerous cells in his body that he got diagnosed with cancer. But, I never meant to harm Amber in any way, I was going to give him the potion, yes, but I decided to not do it at the last minute, after all, who would drink cold tea?

Amber apparently did, and all I could do was keep trying until every last drop of magic had left my body, my sight went foggy and I felt my face wet with tears. I was on my very limit and had managed to give Amber some more minutes of life, and I planned to do, even more. I wasn't about to be stopped by some stupid fatigue, not if I was saving my dear Amber's life, time was painfully slow as I tired myself more and more, but it was to no use when the very last magic in me was gone, and then Amber's eyes lost their light.

I was still holding on to Amber's body when I woke up in the cold hospital room. My body felt like lead and I screamed in pain as I was lifted up and carried into the plastic chair that was nearest, my father was there,with his white wings spread wide and looking directly into my eyes, what he said I do not remember, I only remember being enveloped in the warmest hug I had ever received, his huge wings were completely wrapped around me and I could see nothing but his white shirt and the starry night that was just outside the window.