Fear will be your enemy [Jelsa]

Chapter 8: When Autumn falls.

Just to make something clear from last chapter: The fever was caused by both Elsa's closeness and the fact she hadn't used those powers for so long. After Eugene cut her hair, her powers build up inside her body for all those months... But she's alright now, don't worry. Alright, lets see how Hans and Triss are faring are we?

"Come on!" Hans quickly snatched their sack of provisions with them, before running off with Triss. "Triss?!" Hans glanced aside, to see Triss wincing in pain. "We need to go!" The prince looked worried to his companion. Her eyes stood wide and unfocused, completely into another world...

"I...I can't..." stammered the huntress as the nightmares began to take hold of her again. "Hans, I can't breathe...i can't see!..." Tears began to spring into her eyes as reality began to fade away...

The screaming of her mother pierced her ears and she went out of bed, despite her mother commanding her not to see her at night. "Mommy?" the girl looked to her mother, who was completely out of this world. Sweat had made her pyjama's stain at her body.

"No, no, not my children!" screamed the older woman. "Please, not my children!"

"Mommy, wake up!" screamed the 6-year old Triss. "wake up, its just a dream, I'm here! Mommy!"

"You will not hurt my child, you monster" spat the mother as she took hold of her enemy inside her dream, not knowing it was in fact her child.

"Mommy! stop! you're hurting me!" coughed Triss as her air supply was cut off. The girl, desperate for air, searched with her hand for a weapon, as her primal instincts kicked in: She didn't want to die... As her lack of oxygen became more critical, the girl slowly began to see stars...

"Triss!" Hans ran to his companion, but was too late to catch her, as she fell to the ground.

"No...no, don't..." mumbled Triss weakly as the prince took hold of her arms.

"Triss, wake u-ah!" The prince screamed when he touched her bare arm and he looked in shock to his skin that had begun to peel away. "Good Lord..." swallowed Hans as he saw the area arround Triss wither. Gold brown leaves had begun to swirl arround her body, and her eyes flew upen, revealing golden eyes.

"Hans..." croacked Triss. "I can't breathe..." The huntress gritted her teeth as her powers began to re-manifest themselves. Ever since she was small she always had managed to keep it more or less under control... But now, with the last nightmare, it had caused the last drop to spill the bucket over. She hadn't used it for so long, that the suddenly returned magic pained her body, as it tried to adapt.

The prince looked baffled to his companion. He had had his suspicions of course... the fact that she didn't take her gloves off, her reaction to the Prophecy...He had however always brushed it off as pure imagination... "Triss, wake up!" The prince ignored the blinding pain that began to spread across his body, and he coughed feverishly as if he got the flu...Hans blinked to keep his thoughts focused. Probably a side effect to be near her...To the prince's shock, it seemed as if the woman's magical aura was sucked from her...straight into the approaching horses. "NO!" Hans had heard of this so-called 'map' inside the Four Seasons...If Pitch got his hands on her... Hans' green eyes stood murderous as he thought of the boogeyman. He couldn't care less what happened to him, as he was being hunted all across the countries. They would get him sooner or later. But Triss... She was innocent in this...

Hans took the girl up his broad shoulders, like a shepperd would do when he carried his sheep, and began to run. Despite the growing sickness and decay that Triss created arround her, and most importantly arround him, he ran onwards, trying to keep ahead of the night mares. Man in Moon, or whoever you are... we need some help... pleaded Hans to the shining circle above him. And if not for me, please do it for her...