Everybody Has A Price

Corrupt Balance

"Ianite did this?" Tucker was screaming and punching and kicking various objects around. He was absolutely livid. He seemed ready to do anything for revenge and I think that is what scared us most. He was ruthless. He would probably imitate The Lord of the Flies and keep Ianite's head on a stick if he were given a chance.

Sonja, on the other hand, was quiet. Her silence was louder than Tucker's rage. She was staring at me. No, not at me. Through me. She stared as if there were nothing in front of her other than guilt and regret. She then broke her silence.

"I stole his armor," she spoke in a small voice. It would have been inaudible to anyone more than two feet away from her. "He could have survived," she continued. Her eyes were wide and tears threatened to overflow her eyelids.

He could have lived. He could have been here if it weren't for Sonja. A jolt of energy rushed into my body as I felt my body launch at Sonja. I had no control over myself. My body did as it wanted. My arms thrashed around violently striking anything they could. Heat radiated from deep inside me. I couldn't stop. I needed someone to blame. I needed someone to suffer the way I was.

Sonja was screaming for someone to help her. Her face full of utter terror. I had regained self control and fell backwards, horrified. What had I done? Wag was slowly edging closer to me.

"Jordan, are you feeling alright?" Wag was knelt down in front of me like a parent would do to their child. I looked over to Sonja who had her knees tucked to her chest. Tucker was trying to be some sort of comfort to her as she sobbed into his chest.

I was a monster.

I had done this.

There is a certain feeling you get when your friends all give up on you. It's a feeling that makes you want to curl up into nonexistence.

Warmth suddenly made its way into my mind. Wag had grasped one of my hands on both of his.

"This will all turn out fine." He smiled sweetly. I could tell he was so close to breaking. The corners of his mouth would occasionally drop for a millisecond. The mighty wizard, Waglington, was breaking.

"Sonja," I began. She kept her head buried in Tucker's shoulder. "I am so sorry. I don't know what happened. I just wasn't in control." She gave no response. I sighed and curled into a tight ball with my hand still in Wag's. It was my only grasp onto reality.

My breaths became shorter and faster. Oxygen was not getting into my body fast enough, and I began to panic. Tears streamed down my face, but it didn't feel like I was crying. I began to panic more and more as it continued. I was focused completely on getting oxygen.

"Jordan? Jordan, calm down," Wag tried. I was getting so hot. I need to be outside. I pulled my hand free with a few frantic jerks. I heard voices, but I was unaware of what they were saying. I could only focus on getting outside. I stood up and stumbled forward using to the wall to steady myself. My short breaths made it hard to walk. The journey to the door took years. The fresh night hair filled my lungs once I pushed the door open.

I began to calm down once I was outside.I could breath, and I could think. I could finally focus on something other than panicking. I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I was about to whip my sword out of it's sheath out of habit. Recognition struck me, and I realized the hand belonged to Waglington.

"Tucker is still comforting Sonja. You okay there?" I let out a shaky exhale and nodded.

"Wag?" He gave me his full attention and hummed in curiosity. "Are you okay?"

He bowed his head. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. He obviously was not prepared for my question. He scratched his upper neck.

"I mean... Well... Right now? No. Will I survive? Yes. We all will." I nodded along with what he said. "Watch out," he said calmly, drawing back his bow. An arrow pierced the zombie's skull, and it fell to the ground.

"Do you think Tom will become one of them?"

"I don't actually know." We both were staring at the fallen creature.

"I can't be here, Wag. I'm going back home. Tell the others I said goodbye," I said before flying off. I almost wished I stayed around to hear his response. I just flew forward, trying to push all other thoughts away. It was a quick trip because Tucker and I lived so close.

I pulled out my spectre key, almost making it to my spectre dimension when I was snapped away. The Fortress filled my vision once again. I tried again assuming there was a flaw with the key.

"I know you don't like me, but you could at least hear what I have to say."

I stopped.

I looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. I turned my head back to it's original position to have Dianite's eyes fill my entire vision. I let out a shriek and leapt back.

"I didn't think I was that ugly. Thanks for the confidence boost, Sparkly." He cocked his head to the side and furrowed his eyebrows. He gave a fake pout.

"Sorry, Dianite. You just surprised me."

"It's okay, boyo. I know you tend to react quickly on... emotion." I didn't understand what he meant at all. "You did attack Sonja. Did you not? I do say that was quite a rash decision probably based on your emotion at the moment." I slumped over a little in shame. "Despite that little flaw of yours," he stepped closer, "I do still want you on my side. My sister seems to be quite fond of you. Surely you are desperate enough for something."

"But what about balance?" His offer definitely intrigued me, but I ignored my curiosity.

"In case you haven't noticed," he stretched out the last word will looking around himself, "I happen to be a one man army."

"I have to stay with Ianite. It's the only balanced side." I shook my head at his offer.

"Do you honestly thing her killing my only remaining follower was balanced?" he hissed."Has it occurred to you that Ianite was [jealous] of Syndi?"

I was frozen from shock. Had she really killed him put of envy and greed? Was the goddess of balance and truth corrupt? Dianite stepped closer to me untill I could feel his breath.

"Just name a price, Sparkly Boy," he whispered, smirking. I was at a loss of words. My eyes darted away from Dianite's. "You can't possibly be scared of your new god." He lifted my chin, and my eyes met his. His smile was sickeningly sweet.

"You're not my god," I muttered, looking at anything but Dianite.

"Oh, don't be that way. What can I do to convince you?" He had a genuine frown.

"Nothing!" I snapped. "I'm dealing with loss and you are actually trying to buy me?" Did he not realize I just wanted to be alone? He brushed hair that had fallen in my face away, but I pushed him away. I pulled out my spectre key once again and left. The familiar are comforted me.

"Okay, where did I leave off?" I asked myself I saw the start a machine. It took some time for me to fully remember what I was doing, but once I did, I began to finish the project. Building was my therapy, so I would always build things that I didn't ever really need. One day I had built a laser drill as a result of needing my own therapy.

I was steadily building when the wrench I was using gave in and snapped. I screamed and threw the broken wrench at the spectre wall. All I wanted was comfort, but I couldn't even have that. I was preparing make a new wrench when a chest appeared in front of me. Nobody could get it my spectre dimension. It was impossible.

I opened the chest to find a new wrench with a tag wrapped around it.

'Love, Dianite'

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