Zeravia's Five

twenty-eight

Present day, July 13th.

After all the events of that night, Angel returned to Vyrdam followed by Gia, Isobel and Simon. Tate had yet to wake up, it had been four days. Four days of pure agony for the group waiting for their friend to open his eyes and make fun of how worried they looked at his bedside.

Four days that each felt like Gia's soul was slowly dying, if he didn't wake up... it would be her fault. Her hands had put him in that situation. Her hands had broken their promise.

Angel tried to drown herself into work so she wouldn't have to think about her newfound partner in crime having a feet in the grave. If only she had been faster, maybe he wouldn't have lost so much blood.

Alexis had stayed by his side all along. She hadn't left him for a second. When it came to him, the future was unclear. She could never see him in her visions that well. He was always blurry and in the back... in the dark. Every time she closed her eyes to try and peek at the future, all she saw was all of them standing in the rain... next to a freshly dug grave. He wasn't there with them. She wondered when that would be. When that day would come. The day they'd bury her twin brother, the one that she had lost, found and would lose again.

Izzie had been lucky... Theo was there for her. He had tried to keep her occupied while the both of them waited for Tate to wake up. He was doing it for her, but also for himself. The girl could tell he was equally anxious if not more about the boy waking up again. Sometimes it felt like he cared more than her and the thought of that hurt her. Everyone around her since coming here... Alexis, Angel and Theo... they all knew him so well. It was weird. People he had never mentioned, people she had never seen apart from Angel and they all knew him better than she did. She had grown up with him and yet, she knew nothing of him. She knew things... she knew a lot. She knew he couldn't handle watching other people cry. She knew he would do anything for her or anyone who needed help. He cared for everyone, unless you were someone who had hurt the people he loved. Thinking back, she tried to pinpoint the moment he had turned into this person. When they were younger... they all hated him, except Gia. He was heartless, mean... violent. It changed though, at one point, he turned into a totally different person. When was that?

"Are you still there Izzie?" Theo's voice brought her back from the rabbit hole her thoughts had created, saving her from an inevitable breakdown.

"Yes, sorry," The girl chuckled and looked to her left where Theodore laid, in the middle of a field close to the castle.

His brown eyes were locked on her, it made her heart flutter and her cheeks flushed. She felt guilty, but ever since they had arrived here, she had spent a lot of time with him. Every day... She had told him so much... so many things she had never told anyone. He had held her in his arms until the sun rose on their first night in Vyrdam. Telling her it wasn't her fault, making her understand that she couldn't have convinced anyone to stay with Tate in there. He was stubborn, incredibly stubborn. He would've made them leave one way or another.

"Okay," the man muttered as he pushed himself up and sat by her side, "So, yesterday you told me about how your blessing is called... hum," he paused furrowing his brows, digging through his brain to remember.

"Sixth sense," she ended up saying with a laugh before he could find it.

In the last four days, she had understood that Theodore Hearst was a lot of things, but he seemed to have a hard time remembering important details. He nodded finally recalling the name of this blessing she had told him about.

"You mentioned that you couldn't control it, that it almost made you go insane when you were younger," he paused, waiting for the girl to nod at him before continuing, "I thought about a way to help with this... have you ever tried visualizing this blessing?" He asked raising a brow.