Looking for a home

The Bond

Amity was not well. She felt her aching heart race against her bile sac while the world kept spinning. She could have sworn, she would release the contents of her stomach when suddenly everything stopped. When she finally managed to open her eyes and she realized, she was not in the bedroom with Luz anymore.

She did however recognize the place she was in - the living room of her girlfriend's house in the Human Realm. Even though it looked and smelled different, their things were missing, she was certain it was the same place.

"¡Papi, Papi!" A childish voice echoed through the house, and a loud stomping was heard, coming from upstairs. In mere seconds a young, tan child, with wild braids, and all too familiar hazel-brown eyes, ran literally through the lavender-haired witch.

"What the..." Amity wondered, realizing her body was not real.

She looked down, noting she was not only dressed but she was in her favorite burgundy trousers, heavy boots, and charcoal-black tunic. She touched her stomach, through which the child ran through, and noticed her hands. Her mouth parted when she realized, her forearms were unscarred.

"Oh, no, no, no..." She panicked and her hands quickly darted toward her neck. She sighed in relief when she realized the choker was still missing.

"Mija, let your father rest a bit," A warm voice made it from the kitchen, dragging Amity from her thoughts and back to the... Whatever that was.

"¡Oye!, Camila," The man spoke softly to his wife, "Our Luzita just wanted to show me her drawing, isn't it right, Cariño?" The man asked and Amity found courage to approach the couch from where the voices were coming from. She looked at a sickly pale man whose eyes and lips were so similar to the ones Luz had. He was shivering underneath the blanket, trying not to worry his daughter, "You're improving greatly, mi Amor," He said, looking at his daughter's drawing, and smiling fondly, letting her sit by his side, "Try using the smaller angles for your shading..." His voice became quieter until it went mute.

"I loved him so much..." Amity heard the childish voice of the young Luz, realizing the girl was staring directly at her. The witch did not say anything, too scared and confused with what was happening to her, "He taught me how to draw..." The child said with a sad smile and Amity could feel tears gathering in her eyes, "He gave me 'The Good Witch Azura' right before he left me..." Luz added and, with longing in her eyes, she looked at her father, who was still mutely talking, despite sickness, showing his daughter better drawing techniques, making sure to use the time he had left wisely, "I think it was the last time I was actually happy..."

"W-what's going on?" Amity finally found her trembling voice and the moment she spoke up everything went quiet and dark. Both adults glared at her and the young Luz left her father's side and walked over to the witch.

"We bonded, Amity..." The seriousness in the child's voice spooked the witch.

Amity turned around, wanting to run away, but she was stopped by a taller body with which she collided in her attempt to escape, falling to the floor. She looked up and looked at the Luz she knew - adult, thin, lean, but still unscarred. Yet, she had never seen her girlfriend's eyes so cold and distant. The young Luz walked over to the older one and took her hand.

"So now you need to see, what made me who I am," The child added and her essence was sucked into the body of her older counterpart whose eyes shone with the same childish joy, making the small body disappear with a shimmering poof sound and a small flash of golden light.

Little did the witch know that in reality, she was still in bed right next to her girlfriend. Her body thrashed under covers while her veins were shining with the golden light of Luz's magic.