When Everything Burns {Mianite/CaptainFoxx} ✔

Chapter 9: An Ally in a Friend

Chapter 9: An Ally in a Friend

(Wag's POV)

     'That's it. I've had enough.' Weeks after my spell-testing incident, I was still locked in my tower under Martha's lock and key. After one failed attempt of escape, Martha had been using a protection spell on my tower so that I was unable to leave. This morning, however, she left in a rush and seemed to have forgotten about reactivating the spell.

     I grabbed my spellbook, and started flipping through the pages. One advantage to being locked away is that there's certainly more time to work on creating new spells. Finally, I found the spell I was looking for. Three days ago, I had finished a spell allowing me to teleport to whoever's picture I held in my mind's eye. I started to place my hand over the book to activate the spell, but I paused. 'Who should I go to? Tucker's probably doing something secret again, and Tom will probably just kill me. Sonja? No, she's probably baking. That leaves... Sparklez. Why not. He's been nice enough to visit, so I suppose I'll return the favour.' I picture Sparklez from when he visited a few days ago, sitting in my desk chair and smiling. I felt a slight nausea come over me, and both my vision and hearing flicked off for the teleportation. When my eyesight returned, I noticed that I was now standing on a black blazer that had been discarded on the wooden floor. My hearing returned soon after, only to be assaulted by a horrible scream, followed by a strained, feminine voice.

     "Augh! Dianite, hurry up! He's stronger than he looks!"

     "I'm trying! There's something blocking me from accessing his mind, like a magic barrier. I can't break it!" Dianite replied, his voice reverberating inside my head. I looked up to see Martha on top of Sparklez, holding down his arms and legs.

     "Oh my gods! Martha!" Her head snapped in my direction, with a grim look on her face.

     "Damn it, Wag! At least stop standing there and get a wet cloth!" Not bothering with menial tasks such as walking, I summoned a bucket of water and a cloth that I knew had been sitting on my kitchen counter. I dunked the cloth in the water, then wrung it out slightly so that it won't drip. I stumbled over to where Martha was struggling to steady my friend, and put the cloth to his burning forehead.

     "Hold on," Dianite's voice wavered with a strange uncertainty that I've rarely heard from him, "The barrier is loosening." I looked down at Sparklez, and noticed a thin line of red spreading up his neck. Before I could investigate, his eyes shot open.

     "Wag? What- why are- Uh.... Martha?" He stammered, before his eyes fell on Martha, who was yet to move from her restraining stance. Her eyes widened slightly, and she slid off the bed to stand beside me.

     Dianite's voice boomed, echoing off the walls. "Glad you're awake, boyo. You've managed to scare the wits from us yet again." Sparklez sat up, and used the cloth to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

     "What happened? Where's Sonja?" His eyes wandered around the room, with confusion plain on his face. 'Wait, Sonja was here? Why?'

     Martha ran a hand through her hair. "Sonja called me to come and help you, then I teleported her away. As for what happened, we were hoping that you knew." The room grew quiet, all our eyes trained on Jordan. He rubbed the back of his neck, and again I saw lines of red on his arms and neck.

     "I-It was just a nightmare."

     If Dianite still had eyes to roll, he would be. You could tell by the way his air of presence changed ever so slightly. "Sure, boyo. Because every nightmare creates a mental block strong enough to hold out even a god."