Red Lips Always Lie vol.3 [Bts fanfiction]

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Magnus's P.o.v:

          With a heavy sigh choking me, I lose my balance and hate the way gravity pulls me towards the nearest chair. Falling on it, I feel the soft cushion like a rock under my tired muscles and I rub my face, trying my best to chase away the pain that gripped my head. I have been trying for over an hour now to locate the Amaryllis, but without any luck. My power is too weak. I'm too tired. And that makes me unable to trace it. It's impossible to do anything at this point. Even breathing seems way too hard.
          Placing a glass of water in front of me, Vale massages one of my shoulders and sits down beside me.

Vale: Enough, Magnus. *she says and pushes the glass of water towards me* Alec made the bed for you. I'm begging you to go to sleep.
Magnus: *I drink the water in one gulp and then shake my head* I won't be able to sleep, Vale. Not until I find out who stole the Amaryllis.
Vale: *she bites her lower lip* Do you think I can try to track it down?
Magnus: *I blink* Are you strong enough?
Vale: *lifting her hands, she allows magic to play on her skin* I'm more powerful than I was one year ago. I don't know what happened, but after you brought us back from the dead, I felt that drop of power grow inside of me.
Magnus: *I hold my breath* Taehyung's essence, of course. I used his energy to pull you back. That must have amplified your magic. *I say and move the chair a bit to the side* Try it!

          Vale nods and steps closer to the table, letting her hands hover above the ancient book I opened. She closes her eyes and mumbles the spell I tried to say over a thousand times now. Her eyes agitate under her lids and she clenches her fingers when her magic is pulled from her veins. The intensity of the moment grows and Vale grunts, stumbling backwards when a wave of power makes her lose her balance.

Magnus: Did you see who stole it?
Vale: Your daughter. *she whispers breathlessly* Evanora stole the Amaryllis.

          As soon as her words reach my ears, I feel sick. Folding over my knees, I gag when the water I drank earlier rushes back up my throat. My whole body trembles and I hear Vale calling Nesteryn while the acid burns my throat and mouth. Nesteryn rushes beside me and places one of her hands on my forehead, whispering a few words that help me calm down. However, despite the tranquility she transfers to my blood, I shiver, asking myself over and over why would my daughter work for the Dark Lord?

Chris's P.o.v:

          Whistling, my eyes travel over the rough surfaces of the walls which seem to tremble and the candles which burn throw lazy shadows across the floor. The separation left everyone breathless. The earthquake which shook down the walls happened for a reason. Because Magnus made the flower grow roots into the heart of the building. And now, without it, the house is dying slowly.
          A door opens on the right and I stop in my tracks. A woman gets out of the room and her unusual outfit makes me wonder if she escaped from a different story. All the girls around here are wearing dresses. However, this one always wears tight leather pants and black crop tops. And I can't say that I don't like it. In fact, I love her uniqueness.