I shake my head. "No, Aires, I'm not ... I'm not Fracturing. I'm fine."
His red eyes full with tears. "I wish that was true, Eris. But I need you to get out of here, go to the healer section. I ... I can't lose you. I won't."
Suddenly, the whole building shakes. I yelp, knocked off my feet and onto the floor. Aires yells my name, and I barely hear him. I just see a flash of light within the final cell.
"Aires?!" yells a female voice, shaking and raspy. "Aires, it is me, Ramsey! We must flee this place, now!"
My head is swimming. I groan, and see the flash of Aires's red eyes looking down at me. I try to stand up, but my head is swimming. I collapse onto my hands and knees.
That is when Jericho finally finds me.
He looks worse for wear, his Reaper attributes flickering into existence and fading at once. Jericho looks at me, then Aires and up to the final cell door.
"We have.... found her," he says.
I hiss in pain. The extreme pain in my body feels almost like it's hit a crescendo. I clutch my chest, wishing this stupid agony would ebb already.
Jericho approaches me, helping me to stand up. I look over to Aires once I'm up, who looks as scared as I am in pain. He tilts his head, red eyes flashing with legitimate fear.
"Let her go, Reaper!" Aires screams, batting his fists on the door.
"I do not wish to harm her, nor either of you, dark fae," says Jericho. He gently pulls me to the corner of the corridor, letting me lean against the walls. Jericho walks over to Aires's cell, and then slashes his claws across the door. It creaks open, and Aires watches as he turns and heads over to Ramsey's cage.
Aires then runs to me, his arms wrapped around me. But I, despite knowing that I have always wanted Aires to hold me like this in here .... I can't feel his embrace. I am shaking hard and I nearly scream when Ramsey walks out into the hall, but she looks scared.
She looks at me, her eyes wide and her jaw set. "I need to find Rheta."
"Rheta?" Jericho asks. "She's —"
"Trapped, yes, I know," says Ramsey. She looks around. "We need to go, now!" She holds her hands out to us. "Grab onto me, we need to go, now!"
I weakly reach my hand out, and Aires does the same, helping me grab hold of Ramsey's wrist. Jericho takes her other hand.
A kaleidoscope of swirling lights surrounds the four of us, and a roaring wind rips at our clothes. I whimper, clutching Ramsey's wrist as tightly as possible. Aires squeezes me, his strong arm firm around my waist. As we fly through this roaring tunnel of lights, I feel my body weakening.
Is Aires right? Am I somehow.... Fracturing?
No. I can't be. It can't just happen, like out of nowhere, right? I haven't been using much of my powers lately, or at least, too much of them that would cause such a thing.
Jericho grabs my arm with his free hand.
And just when I think that my body is going to give out, just as the last of my strength flies out of me, we appear in the middle of the Glass City. We are feet away from the city's Heart.
I collapse to my knees, and Aires scoops me up in his arms. My head is swimming. My face slick with cold sweat, my hands shaking. My breaths are fast and shallow. And my body is simply covered in points of agony.
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Origins of the Fates
FantasíaIlyntalos is the last living major city in what was once the proud United States of America. America was ripped apart by the gods from other worlds who were waging a bloody war on each other. They destroyed everything and killed most of the humans t...
