The Ender Princess: Awakened -ON HOLD-

Sisterly/Brotherly Love

I sat with Sytre's head on my lap. I still can't figure out what was wrong with him...It was like he was possessed...I'd never seen him like that, nor do I ever want to...

"Would you like something to drink?"

The witch's old voice broke my thoughts.

"Actually, tea would be nice." I smiled.

She smiled in return and hobbled over to the stove. She's very hospitable and also very kind. I can't believe she's put up with me for the past few days.

"I'm sorry that you're missing the carnival." her raspy voice was absorbed by the rotting, wooden walls.

"No. You shouldn't be sorry at all." I held out my hand.

"Your father must be worried."

"Yeah..." I trailed off.

I dwelled on that thought for a long while. He and my mother are probably both worried sick. I can't imagine the pain we're putting them through. That's why we need to get rid of that dragon, which, by the way, hasn't made an appearance since Sytre made a scene.

"Ugh..." Sytre stirred.

"Sytre?" I panicked a little.

"Mmm. Dragon. Where's," he stopped. "Where's my dragon?" he fidgeted and grunted a little. Then he went still and silent.

He's been on and off lately. He's still unconscious, but he'll say random things in his sleep.

"I really thought he'd wake up that time." the witch wheezed as she brought me my cup of tea.

"Yeah, me too. Thank you." I thanked her for the tea.

"I hope it's not too much longer until he wakes up." I sighed. "We've got to get over to the fair before we miss our ride home."

"You mean, you walked all this way?"

"Yeah. Dad promised he'd ride us back with his automobile." I lied.

The witch nodded. "I see." she said quietly.

We sat in silence, listening to the sound of the living forest. Pitch's heavy breathing as he ran around. The leaves rustling in the breeze. Birds and other creatures moving through the brush.

Sytre moved a little, but went still again. His lips moved to make a word, but he couldn't finish it. Suddenly, his necklace started to glow.

The witch looked over in my direction and stared at the necklace. My eyes widened as it got brighter and brighter.

"What in the world?" I asked myself as I moved his head off of my lap and onto the floor. I stood up and took a step backwards.

The teal orb kept glowing, pulsating with light. Sytre shuddered as he took in a deep breath. He coughed as he let it out. He flipped onto his side and the necklace stopped glowing. Sweat dropped from his forehead as he supported himself off of the ground.

"Wake." he half whispered, half choked.

He looked up at me. "Wake." he repeated. "Where's Wake?" he asked, sternly.

"Wake?" I said, confused.

"My dragon." he exhaled. "Wake is his name."

I chuckled. "And when did you decide this?"

"He told me." Sytre said, very frankly.

My smile disappeared. I looked over at the witch who seemed quite uneasy.

"When?" I said quickly.

"Just now. A little while ago. Before. All the time. He says 'Find me. I see you. Find me, I'm Wake.' Over and over again, he says it." Sytre looked back down at the floor as he panted.