Wings Of Fire As Humans ~ 4 ~ {MOONBLI}

[8] Oblivious

MOP: 4

^Moon^

I slowly sat up, reaching for my cheeks to wipe the tears—but there was nothing there. I had been crying, but it had only been a dream. Still, the phantom tears felt so real, and any second now they would be.

It was that same damn vision. The one that seemed reversible but strangely definite at the same time. It bounced around in my head over and over again, always seeming to leave but would sneak up on me when I least expected it.

Beside me, Qibli slept peacefully, his back facing me. Our room was dark with only a trickle of light seeping in through the curtain from the moon. It was eerily silent, dread so thick in the air that I was sure I could cut it with a knife.

My right arm was still heavily bandaged and in a sling, so sleeping was really uncomfortable. I used my legs to push me back so that I could lean onto the bed frame behind me and calm my racing heart. I had to figure out this vision of mine. I needed to find a way to prevent it, whether it took every second of my day or every day of the week.

I dipped my head and looked at Qibli before reaching out to fiddle with a strand of his hair. Qibli. I will save you. I promise.

"*"

Teaching with one hand was hard. Dealing with the annoying questions my students kept asking about it was even harder. But I made it through the first half of the day before slumping into the teacher's lounge with a long sigh.

It had been a day since Deathbringer and the others left for home, and the house was a little lonelier without a screeching four-year-old and arguing triplets.

Still, the peace was well needed.

It didn't last.

Anaconda barged into the teacher's lounge, a hand dramatically posed on her forehead as she slouched in one of the chairs. Right on her heels was Bryony, less dramatic but still equally pissed. And then there was the sheepish newbie, Cyclone, who had an apologetic smile on his face.

I groaned, turning away from all of them as I rested a hand on my stomach. "What now?"

"Leave it to Anaconda to almost get us all fired," Bryony murmured, ducking for the mini-fridge. "Y'know, you're such an idiot at times."

"It was Cyclone's fault!" Anaconda cried, throwing her arms up in defeat. "But sure! Blame it all on me!"

"Let's not fight," Cyclone intervened, and was immediately shot down by Anaconda's fiery glare.

So much for the sweet sensation of silence.

I poked at my bandaged arm, wriggling my fingers slightly, but they still hurt nonetheless. I wanted to get out of this stupid cast as soon as possible, but the hopes of that happening anytime soon were low.

"Hey, wait a second," Anaconda gasped, sitting up just a little taller as she inspected me. I gave her a curious look before catching on to what she was staring at.

"Oh, right," I said absentmindedly as Anaconda stared at my stomach. "I'm pregnant. Didn't I tell you guys?"

"You're what?" Bryony exploded as she stood up, accidentally dropping the water bottle in her hands. She stared at my stomach in bewilderment. "No, you didn't tell us!"

I blinked. "Well, you know now."

"C-congrats," Cyclone said, giving me a rather fake smile, but I didn't press him on it. Instead, I returned one equally fake, to which he retreated casually.

Anyhow, I had more pressing matters. Not only with the vision and everything but with what today was. I already had everything set up—I just needed to find the right time to put it to work.