Again {OwengejuiceTV}

Chapter 13: Oak & Ash & Thorn

A/n: Hello, my little sparks!

I know the last chapter was all over the place, so here's something a little more organized and poetic.

There's a bit of songfic near the end that you can just skip over if you want, I don't really like it too much but it was fun to write at the time. And I've put a very noticeable message right before it so you know where it starts, plus one where it ends.

Enjoy!

Word count: 2327
Warnings:
-crying
-death
-fire
-implied severe trauma
-insults
-mild panic attack
-nightmares
-swearing
-violence

~Owen~

  I dodge a flying spear and run towards my best friend. He yells at me to go faster, brown eyes shining with urgency.

  Fire is all around us. Corpses litter the broken cobblestone streets like gruesome decorations - trophies of our enemies' battle. Nearly all of the houses have crumbled or are alight with flames.

  I leap forwards and grab onto my friend's arm. He's a little bit taller and older than me, with blond hair.

  "This way," he hisses. "Quickly!"

  I follow him through the wreckage of our home and cough in the smoke. At least we're not dead.

  My friend suddenly stops.

  "What's wrong?" I ask hoarsely.

  He doesn't answer, falling to his knees. I run around him to look at his face.

  An arrow is stuck in his chest. Blood drips down his colourful clothing.

  I cry out. He slowly looks up and me, a calm look in his brown eyes. His blonde hair falls into his face and sticks to slightly tearstained and ashy cheeks.

  "Stay safe. Please," he mumbles before collapsing onto his side and ceasing to move.

  I fall to my knees with a cry of grief and grab his shoulder. "Please! Please, wake up!"

  His eyes are dull with something I've only seen a few times before. He isn't moving, isn't answering, isn't breathing.

  My teary eyes trail to the arrow sticking out of his chest. I rip it out and feel rage fill my body.

  "I, Owen Keldor, swear on my life that I will avenge you," I snarl. "Or die trying."

  I gasped and shot up in my bed, orange eyes darting around the area.

  Calm down.

  What was that?!

  Don't worry about it. Just breathe.

  What... what's happening?

  Just keep breathing. It'll be fine. Hell, I'm not qualified for this...

  Where's the other voice?

  Too many questions. Just breathe.

  I leaned back against the wall, taking deep breaths. Rarely ever did the loud voice start actually helping me, and I wondered what happened to the other one.

  Once I could breathe, I looked around. My brown eyes widened in surprise. I was in Scott's house once again, with my injured foot re-bandaged. A splint had been added to the bandages.