Outcasts Within Our Being (A Mianite Fanfic)

Chapter 23 - Permanent Scars

Tom's POV

What the bloody hell did Sparklez get himself into now? I thought, as Tucker and I carried him and Andor's limp bodies. Holy crap did Sparklez get heavier. Well, I never actually tried carrying him anyways.

The Wizards were trying to come up with the right spell to teleport us back to their... Building tower thing?? They told us to brace ourselves, as the same falling sensation surrounded us. With a small poof we were back in their underground tower.

They led us to a recovery room, deep within the tower. There were multiple large clinitron beds against the wall, and bedside tables holding herbs and all sorts of medications.

We placed Jordan and Andor each on their own bed, wiping the sweat off our faces.

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The Wizards couldn't seem to find any spells to break the curse on Andor and Jordan, nor a cause to why that mysterious figure decided to pick on the Ianitees. All I care about is that whatever the hell they are doing, they are safe.

I spoke to soon.

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Andor's POV (ANDORS POV HYPE)

"Mommy..?" A young child's voice rang in my head, a sense of fear and uneasiness in it. An image flickered into my vision, becoming lively and vivid as time passed by. I could see the boy clearly now.

His short brown hair was brushed back in an orderly fashion by some sort of gel, and he wore a silky red velvet robe. Underneath it was a pair of a little too long pajama pants, paired with a simple jet black shirt made of the same material.

He stood in the center of a large room with a fireplace and multiple couches and seating. Flowers and potted plants sat next to the chairs, adding a bit off color in the

Wait, is that- "Andor? What are you doing here? What's wrong, honey?" A woman asked, her voice filled with concern. She was sat in front of the fireplace, the rays of it making her face seem golden. Her chocolate colored hair was pulled back into a ballerina bun, making her aquamarine eyes seem glow. Mother...

"I had a dream... A-a nightmare... Der was dis purple stuff on the kingdom grounds, a-and it was eating up the palace... Then there was dis rumbling and it fell afwart and..." The young me stammered. This couldn't be the day that...

"Aww, Andor, my dear. The taint?" She let out a pitiful laugh. Her voice was so soothing and melodic, sending a sense of ease and safety even time as a man. It hurt hearing her voice again, but I couldn't keep myself from listening.

The young me nodded, hanging my head down. "It's alright." She reassured, pulling me to her side. "The taint won't hurt you. Ianite will protect us. And besides, the walls will prevent it from-" A sudden rumbling interfered my mother from finishing.

Mother's eyes quickly trailed towards the window. She let go of me, heading towards the window in shock. "Mommy?" My younger self asked, unsure of what was happening.

"Andor, come on. I'm bringing you to your father." Mother stated, leading me towards the hallway. Her once steady pace became rougher, until she began to sprint, pulling me with her.

We came across a pair of grand doors, and she hastily opened it. "Helgrind. It's Ianite." Mother said calmly, as father jolted up. He sprang up the his large and heavily sheeted bed, following mother and the younger me.

"Mommy, whats happaning? Wat about Aylba?" Younger me- scratch that, I'm calling him Andor Jr.- asked, his eyes watering. Mother and father exchanged looks, seeming to have a short conversation as they looked into each other's eyes.