The Stars of My Heart [Completed]

Chapter Ten

   We ride for hours, at least I think it's been hours. For a moment I could have sworn I blacked out holding onto Axil, riding on the back of the motorcycle. When I woke up, it's like all of Lumbridge was some faded dream. There were no flowers, no bright sun, no warmth lingering in the gentle breeze. It's cold. Well, not cold but being awoken by the chill air gusting in my face was definitely a shock. The sky is dark, the whole world looking as if I'm seeing it through sun glasses. No, we are just in reality again. A reality that I wish I could curse.

I think about the thoughts running through people's heads as we ride by. Crista and I still in our billowing dresses, and Axil in a baby blue suit.

I see Crista pull into one of the gas stations. We are going to need a lot of gas for this trip. To get to Lumbridge, John and I took a plane. It will take us hours to get there. My hair is a mess from all of the wind. All eyes draw to us when we pull in. We all must look like little lost ducklings.

Crista scrunches her nose, the smell of gas probably potent in the air, unlike the faint smell of roses that was always in Lumbridge. "Axil, you go inside. See if you can find any type of clothing."

I speak up, my voice a little hoarse from the gusting wind, "It's a gas station. You're not going to find anything in there except packaged food and slushies."

Upon my words of advice, Crista changes her request, "Go inside and get any food you can, also try to see if there are any bags, so we can bring it along on our trip."

Axil trots off to the store. I look at Crista, who looks absolutely exhausted. I offer to pump gas into the motorcycles, realizing I am probably their best bet for city life.

"Why don't you just use magic on everything? I mean, you say you are also a chosen one. Why can't you just teleport us there, or make our own food, or fill up on gas without lifting a finger?"

A slight sigh leaves her lips. "If only it was that simple. We have to have a bit of normalcy living in the world. Yes, technically I can use magic for everything, but it comes at a cost. The gods give you your gift, they can take it away as well. If the magic used seems fit to them, they will allow it. If not, you're not powerless, just a little more human."

More human. Her words almost make me laugh. She looks a little different, the spunk of her floating tiara gone, or maybe she's just hiding it with her magic. Processing all of the information makes my head spin. I have no idea how I'm going to keep up with all of this new-found magic.

"You said that I am magic as well. How come I have never been able to do it?"

She looks away, like I had hit a nerve. "I hate to bring this up, but the reason is because your magic has been immobilized. Social stress can trigger this response. Technically, your body got so weak physically and mentally that all your power went into fighting the next day. At the time, you were not strong enough to do both."

I realize I had not hit her nerve, but my own. Out of all words, weak, stings the most. Frail, delicate, fragile, tired. None hit as hard as weak. It's what I have trained my whole life not to be. My mother was delicate and fragile, but she was not weak. She was one of the bravest people I know. Strong, courageous, kind. Never weak.

"I have to confess something." I eye her up and down, waiting for her to spill whatever beans she has. "I never struggled with my magic."

I snort, looking back to how many gallons I have pumped. "Yeah, I gathered that."

"No, I'm being for real. Remember the first time we met when I ran into you in the hallway?"

"I think it would be hard for me to forget."