Outcasts Within Our Being (A Mianite Fanfic)

Chapter 28 - Back To Normal... Right?

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Matt's POV

The sky people have been a little tense lately. I can't blame them; Jordan and Andor were not in a good condition. Not at all. Especially Jordan. His life line was weak and frail, not to mention he was pale and cried out ever so often.

Same for Andor, though he seemed to be at peace recently. Perhaps too peaceful. My brothers and I checked if he were dead, but the peacefulness was nothing but the boy and his serene dreams. Something was protecting the child.

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Andor's POV

I followed Ianite somehow. I practically teleported wherever she went. It wasn't because of my willpower; that was pretty much useless now. I was seeing things and doing things against my will.

I sighed as I hovered over Ianite, who was in her house in the End. Her violet hair lay limply on her sides and her eyes seemed dull. She murmured a few things every so often; things about Spark and her family.

I didn't know what to do or say, so I kept silent. At one point I nearly spilled, desperate to tell Ianite about the horrid future if she didn't look up from it. But then it struck me. I couldn't that.

Rather than pick on her brain for answers and warn her about the future - as tempting as it was - I decided to let her be. I couldn't mess with the past. That could possibly destroy my and the others' future.

As horrible as the future and recent events were/are, I couldn't help but feel there was a reason all these things happening. Losing father, mother, Alva, as well as my grandparents.

It all lines up. I couldn't change it; that would be selfish of me. Ianite finally spoke. "W-what brings you here, spirit..?" She tried to say enthusiastically, but there was a bitter tone to it.

I bit my lip, trying to think of an answer. "To tell you the truth, I am unsure myself, m'lady." I began. "Perhaps it was a mistake by the other gods..." I scratched the back of my head and sighed. Why was I here?

"No, no no. The gods don't make mistakes." She told me. "Well, the other ones at least..." She added, her tone becoming more bitter and harsh. I panicked and quickly tried to change the subject.

"Uh, so... Ianite. Erm, this is a nice place you got here." I commented, reading the titles of the books on her shelves. She smiled pitifully, dusting off a weathered leather journal on her desk.

Spark and Lady's Adventures. It read.

"I suppose that's one way to put it." She whispered monotonously before standing up. "I mustn't force you to stay with me. You seem to be a restless soul, oh spirit."

It made me so bummed out to finally see Ianite again, only to find her at her lowest point. I wish I could hug her, but I was practically held against my will. "Oh, it's not you... It's just that-" Ianite cut me off.

"No need to try and lie to me, spirit. I see right through you." She sighed before adding, "Quite literally." Did she just make a pun? I thought, a smile crossing my face.

"Very punny." I commented, grinning. I think I saw a smile form on Ianite's face. "Well, sorry to rain down on your parade, m'lady." She giggled. Well that's a good sign I suppose.

"But out of all seriousness spirit, I mustn't delay your resurrection any sooner. You need to go back where you belong. Goodbye, for now." She told me, smiling.