Choices

Healing with consequences

Animila's Pov (A few days later *hey you try keeping track of time =P*)

Ever since that day Alric cried and begged to me, I knew I need to get better.

My heart, unfortunately, broke seeing him cry. Luckily that's just another side affect, being sentimental.

But I know staying sick can kill me. So I need to get better.

Easier said than done. There are only three ways to get better.

One, take off the spell.

Two, make it stronger.

Three, mask the affects with another trick.

Well one is out. That does me no good. Only gives Alric a chance to win me over easier. Two may in turn cause more damage to me. That option has a strong possibility of my death. Three may screw my head up a lot. I mean utter confusion of my feelings.

So since I like living, it looks like I'm choosing option three.

...

I remember something my mother told me when I was 5.

"Remember Animila, these tricks come with consequences. No matter how useful it is there is always an affect after it. Everything has a consequence."

I didn't understand her then because I only knew the minor stuff. You know making things fall, making fire and smoke, healing. The only things that happened to me was my hand stung or I felt dizzy.
Even as I grew older and learned how to disappear and teleport, the most I felt was being tired and maybe passing out. I never had to use the harder tricks I learned from her.

Now I understand what she meant.

With my glamour, I lost the feeling of the real me. I constantly had to run and adjust. I had to lie about myself identity. I had to watch for certain things that could make it fall. I had to be on the lookout for those who could sense it.

With this cover of my feelings, guarding my heart. It's not one you should keep on for long especially not three years. The littlest things are causing it to break. The risk of breaking is dangerous. With it came this horrible sick feeling.

And now with this one, I have to risk the possibility of confusion and insanity. Going from being happy around him to hating him. The side affects will stop and my sickness will fade but more comes with it.

First I lost my identity. I got it back but I lost my health. Now to regain it I have to risk losing my sanity. There's always a consequence.

"I understand now mother." I say aloud.

"I'm sorry you learned it this way."

I look around for the voice. Then my eyes land on my mirror. There stands my mother and father.

"Impossible. Is this real?" I whisper.

"Yes it is." My father says.

I drag myself out of my bed. I try to walk to the mirror. Standing alone is hard. Walking is near impossible. I limp closer and try to hold my weight standing.

"It is you guys." I say.

"My poor daughter. Look at you. You are so weak and fragile." My mother says putting her hand to the mirror.

I put my hand over her's.

"It's my consequence for my last trick. A needed trick. And now I must use another to save myself." I say weakly.

"Why must you torture yourself with these consequences?" My father asks.

"To protect the ones I care about and myself." I answer.

"From the one you love with your whole heart? Even through your trick you still love him. I know you had to but now you suffer for it." Mother says.

"I wish we were there to help you." Father says.

"I wish you were here too, but then I would've never met my friends nor my love. Though he is wrong now you are right I do love him. But I can't love him now or he'll never stop." I say.

"Please my daughter be safe. As much as we would love to hold you again we don't want it to be because of your death." My mother says.

"And remember we are always with you, just call our names." My father adds.

"I love you guys." I say.

"We love you too." They say in harmony.

They start to fade. I keep my hand where my mother's hand was. A tear drops from my face. I know what I need to do.

With the little energy I have I do the trick. Pain courses through me as I feel it counter against the affects of the last one. The pain increases and with all the power I can muster I scream one thing.

"ALRIC!"

I drop to the floor in pain. Ironically the pain is a good sign it's working.

In less than two minutes Alric rushes in to my room.

"Animila what happened?" He asks worried.

He lifts me up and puts me in my bed.

I start to feel myself lose consciousness.

"I'm sorry." I whisper.

Then it's all black.

Who would've thought I would be able to write this much over my vacation. This is great. All I had to do was wait for wifi. Now I made up for when I didn't write. Yay.