Fixing The Scales (Ianite's Daughter)

Chapter 4

Jordan's POV

I was working on turning my house from orange to it's normal color scheme when I heard the sound of someone running, I turned to see an out of breath Tom standing at the top of the hill where my house lay.

"Sparkly pants... have you... seen.... Evita?" He inquired between breaths, bending over and clutching his stomach.

"Yeah, she was here earlier." I told him, "Why?"

"She's not answering her phone." He replied, straightening up but still breathing hard.

"Oh, her phone is dead." I informed him.

"Dammit!" He cursed, stamping his foot on the ground. He left without saying another word and I went back to work, this house wouldn't just fix itself.

Tom's POV

I ran around The Realm Of Mianite for half the day and I couldn't find Evita. Who knew it would be so hard to find a girl that couldn't do that much with her injured arm. I leaned up against a tree in the forest of the abyss to catch my breath.

"Where on Mianite could that girl be?" I mumbled. I knew that after the sun set she would be hopelessly in trouble. She didn't have a weapon and even if she did she wouldn't even be able to put it to use. I straightened up and continued my search. I needed to find her.

Evita's POV (ALL THE POVS!!!!!)

I sat in my uncle Mianite's temple. Earlier Mianite had found me when I was wondering and I had been sitting in this temple ever since.

"Why have you been staying with Tom?" He asked. The way he said it made me feel like a little girl again. He wasn't mad he just sounded so disappointed.

"He's been really nice to me and has been protecting me." I replied looking at the floor because I just couldn't look into my Uncle's eyes.

"Then why is your arm in bandages?" Mianite asked looking at me sternly.

"A creeper... I was being reckless." I said, my shoulders sagging as I looked up and saw Mianite's blue eyes boring into my own grey ones.

"He's Dianite's champion, Evita." He said, putting a hand on my shoulder, "He's not safe."

"He can change, Uncle Mianite." I insisted, searching his blue eyes for an emotion that could help me.

"Have you developed feelings for him?" Uncle Mianite asked, sitting back and studying me like a scientists studies a rare species.

"No, no, of course not." I said, "We're just friends."

"You should understand this, Evita. I only want what's best for you." Mianite informed. I looked down at my lap guilty. "I lost Ianite but I won't lose her daughter." 

He explained that I was aloud to explore but he didn't want me staying with Tom anymore. I nodded and was about to leave before Uncle Mianite told me to stay here. He showed me to a room and I went in. With a goodnight I closed the door and sat on the bed.

Mianite didn't understand that Tom and I were friends and that I knew he wouldn't hurt me on purpose. Although, I couldn't stop thinking about what my uncle had said about Tom. I took my sling off and let my arm fall limply to my side.

That night I fell asleep without anything bugging me. But that didn't help with the next day...

Tom's POV

I was so worried that Tucker and Jordan had to tell me that Evita was fine for hours before I finally started to believe them.

At the crack of dawn I shot out of bed and quickly changed and combed through my hair. I ran upstairs, ate, and left to continue my search for Evita. It was easier than I thought. I saw her at the community farm.

"Evita!" I said, smiling when I saw that the only injury she had was her wrist was was still bandaged.

"Hello, Tom." She said coldly causing me to be surprised. Evita was my friend and I had no idea why she was being this way.

"Evita, what's wrong?" I asked, certain that something must have happened to cause her to act this way.

"Nothing." She said, "Now if you don't mind, I'll be going now." She ran off before I could say another word but something in my gut told me not to follow her. No matter how much I wanted to.

Evita's POV

I ran away and when I was far enough I sat down with my back against a tree and felt tears rolling slowly down my cheeks. I bent my head over and my blonde hair fell in front of my face. I curled up into a ball and blocked out the world. I just wanted to be alone. Was that so wrong?