Adaline

White Dove (2)

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It was a witch.
Thalia tries to fight it with fire, but the witch post out a spell that made Thalia blind, hopefully temporary.
A witch with purple eyes, a curly black hair, but not ugly. Ugly inside, yes.

Before she couldve tried attacking again, she post out a spell again, making her freeze, not being able to move.

She could feel herself being dragged with a net, and hear a couple more of witches talking.
"Darnit, why do we have to catch a fire person! I hate them! They tried to burn my house down for once!"
"If we don't then we're gonna starve tonight, duckhead. Try to find a boar if you don't want ta eat this, take you years to find, die if ya want stupid!"
"Don't yell at me!!!" One witch tried to bump another witch in the head with a branch.
They finally fought, slapping and pulling each others hair.
"Stop it you two!!! ENOUGH! Why in the hell of stupid Amos I have to live with dumbasses like you!"

Their creaking voice annoy her, and the fact that she couldn't move to kick them in the face annoys her more.

They finally arrive at their house, that looks like a house sized shack, with all kinds of moss living on the walls of woods that looks like they are ready to collapse.

They threw them into a dark room, where no possibilities of oxygen could be there.
Thalia is free from the freeze spell the moment they threw her to the rough floor of this room, but she is still struggling to see things around her, remembering that she still have the blind spell on her. She felt so scared for some reason she don't know, but she feels a bit relieved in the minute she felt Thomas' hand.
She grabbed his hand, not realizing that tears fell from her cheeks.

Thomas is slowly getting back his consciousness, he whispered,
"Thalia? Is that you?"
From the darkness in the room, there is still light to Thomas. He could at least see the shadow of Thalia, and the tears flowing down to her cheeks, then her chin.
"It's me. We got caught by witches." She answered.
"Where are we?"
"In their shack. I coulfnt breathe "
No matter how much air she could inhale, it feels hot and empty.
She gasped, opening her mouth wide, trying to reach for oxygen.

"I couldnt breathe Thomas!"
She continued gasping many times, but she still feeling breathless.
Her body is turning cold, and she had hot and cold sensation on her back, which is causing anxiety crawling in her.

"Stop, stop, it's okay Thalia!"
Thomas got up, and hugged her.
They are now sitting, leaning on the wall, with Thalia still gasping and crying at the same time, in Thomas' hug. She could feel his shirt on the tip of her nose, and feel his loud heartbeat, like syncing with her heartbeats.

"Thalia, listen to me,"
He continued, "Inhale as I exhale."
She crawls up his chest, by reaching for Thomas' shoulder. "It's too dark. Where-"
She continues palpating his neck, arms, until he grabs her hand and place it on his cheek. "It's me, I'm here, try to face me."
Thomas could see her wide eyes when she is trying to find his eyes. She couldn't find them, given up, she finally looked straight, where his lips at.
He gulped, trying to calm himself down.

Found his breath, she inhaled deep, and she's starting to feel more calm.

She exhaled, while he inhaled.

When her heartbeats are getting slower, his heartbeats are racing, and he's starting to lose his self-control.

He reached for her neck, it was colder than before, and he knew she's actually dying before he saved her. She's not strong, but acted like she is. She realizes that she needs someone to help her.
She needs him.
She has fallen in love with him.
She doesn't want to let him go.

She responded to it, by holding his hand. A non-verbal for, I don't want to let you go.

The shack is suddenly shaking, making them losing balance. Her upper lip accidentally touched his lower lip for a second, that made her heartbeat race again.
Blushing red, she looks down, but again she accidentally make her forehead to touch his soft lips, for no reason, her heart skipped a beat. She never felt it before, and its making her anxious to death.
"I'm sorry!"
"It's okay." He replied.
"What just happened? Is there an explosion or something?"
"I don't know what the hell those witches are up to outside. They probably made some potion on a big pot and some ingredient made it blow up or something." He said joking, trying to be sarcastic.
She smiled in the silence.

Then the door slowly creaks, and they guessed it might be the witches.
A hand appeared, and revealed a presence, blonde girl with pale white skin, greeted them.
"You have to get out of here. I'm trying to save you!"
She wears a white dress, walking in barefoot.
"Who are you?" Thomas asked the girl, but she replied, "There is no time! These witches are starving, and when they do, they could do a lot of insane things. But the good thing is, they're pretty stupid. We could get out of here."

Thalia is in deep confusion, wondering, Who is it? A girl? How could we trust her? What if when we got out, she tries to do something with us again?

She decided to ignore her doubts, and followed Thomas. There is nothing they could do, anyway, she thought. Thalia is blind, and there seems no plants or soil for Thomas could control.
"I still couldn't see anything." Thalia said.
"Just stay behind me." He took her hand. Finding his shoulder, she hold on to it and hide on his back.

They snuck out of the house, opening the front door with a key that the blonde stranger has.

They ran as fast as they can, as far away from that house.

"Okay, stop! It's far enough." The stranger said.
Thomas turned to her, still catching his breath, he asked, "Now, explain why were you helping us."

She smiled, and said, "You haven't figured it out already?"
She then looks up to the sky, lifted both her hands up on her side, like a bird, he thought.
And that is what she turns into.

A white dove, flying in front of them.
Thomas smiled to her, she then flies away, up to the sky.

.

"Thomas!"
Thomas' eyes that was looking to the sky, turned to Thalia.
"What just happened?"

He looks at her, grinning happily like a little boy and said,
"She's a shapeshifter."

-- end of chapter --

notes
Plants; He inhales carbon dioxide, and exhales oxygen.
Fire; She exhales carbon dioxide, and inhales oxygen.
· Fire could not live without oxygen.
Shapeshifter
shape·shift·er
noun
noun: shape-shifter; plural noun: shape-shifters, shapeshifters; noun: shapeshifter;
(chiefly in fiction) a person or being with the ability to change their physical form at will.