Winwolfa (A Roan x Female OC Fanfic)

Chapter 61

When Roan woke that morning, Astrid was not in bed. Not unusual, but still worrisome. Especially with her worsening condition.

It was more than the recurrent dreams that worried the group now. Not the idea Astrid woke in the middle of the night. Every. Single. Night for the past several months. That singular dream constantly on repeat like a scratched record.

Her dreams were the least of their worries. Astrid's whole personality had changed after that fight with Bellamy. That bubbly smile and twinkling eyes were filled with a void. Different than when Tilda had died, but much, much worse. Some moments she wasn't even there. Back then, Roan could at least see the reminisce of who she was. Now, she was just gone.

Sometimes she'd be staring out the window into space, muttering words nobody could understand. Or she'd walk the halls aimlessly in the night with that dull look on her face. At first, they thought it was just sleepwalking. After the first few times it happened, they realized they were dealing with something much more serious than that.

But when Roan woke that morning and found Astrid was not in her usual spot by the window, or roaming the halls, something fearful spread through him. Panic shot through every fiber of his being, controlling his racing heart. Heavy footsteps alerted the rest of the group something dire was happening. Immediately they sprang into action. When they noticed the deep-rooted terror across his face, they knew it couldn't be good.

Shouting her name, they rounded the corner to the work room. A wave of relief washed over them as they saw Astrid, staring blankly at the escape pod, muttering more unintelligible words.

As soon as she turned to face them, they halted in their tracks. Only their wide eyes darted to Astrid skin, completely altered. The same symbols from the journal were scrawled across her skin, running from her forehead, covering some of the scarred portions of her neck, down her shoulder and ending along her hand. Burns, red and blistered, decorated the skin underneath. A stark juxtaposition to the paleness that encompassed her.

Roan noticed her eyes roll to the back of her head and darted to her side, catching her before she hit the floor.

"Astrid!" He shouted as he jostled her. Immediately, everybody swarmed his side in concern. "Astrid, hey, c'mon wake up. Astrid, please. Astrid!"

Raven pushed the other's out of the way and began looking at the runic designs on her arm. She shared a look of disbelief with Bellamy, who just shook his head at the unspoken possibility.

"What?" Roan growled as he looked between the two. "What do you know?"

"Her name isn't Astrid." Bellamy whispered with remorse. Dead silence occupied the group before Monty broke it.

"What do you mean?" He gasped in confusion, "What is it then?"

It was Raven who leaned in close to Astrid's unconscious body, whispering in her ear, "Astraea."

Her eyes shot wide open, fixed yet unfocused on the faces above her. Nearly robotic. Still, her body lay slumped in Roan's arms with an uncontrollable rigidity. Astrid didn't quiver, didn't move a muscle, just stared wide eyed onto the whirling ceiling vent above them.

Until she spoke. The same two-toned voice from a few months ago overpowered her.  One voice was Astrid's, but the other was deeper, hypnotic. A voice that forced the hairs on everybody's neck to stand.

"Se nette et iksos racaeyca. Suvion kael jeda. Onde issi bi naejot ziryla. Se laesdaor vala bidja illr. Se mor vilibazma iksos nao. Blodbylgja sti nao."

"What- what is she saying?" Harper asked from behind Monty as Astrid repeated the phrase, over and over and over again. Unable to stop herself.

"I-I don't know." Roan stuttered in shock. "Astrid. Astraea, please. Come back to me. Come back to me, baby. Please." Roan tried to stifle the pricking tears by burrowing his face into Astrid's shoulder.