When Everything Burns {Mianite/CaptainFoxx} ✔

Chapter 14: The Memory

Chapter 14: The Memory

(Martha's POV)

~Two days later~

     My vision went a red-ish pink as sunlight filtered through my closed eyelids, waking me up. I forced my eyes open the slightest bit, and was met by soft grey fabric. 'Grey? Last I check my bed covers were purple.' Lifting my head, I found myself in the Urulu library.

     A soft moan sounded from beside me, changing my direction of focus. I was still snuggled into a man's side, encompassed by a grey cloak with deep red accents. Red eyes and blood tears on grey skin met my gaze. Wag gave me a sleepy but infectious smile. "Good morning, love." I was always enraptured by his deep accent, described by the sky people as 'British'. Apparently Tom's was also entitled British, yet his had a much higher pitch. I preferred my dear Wizard's soothing voice as opposed to Syndicate's, which tended to sound very feminine when he screamed.

     He gently poked my nose. "Staring isn't polite, Martha dear."

     I fought the blush attempting to rupture my pale skin. "Well, neither is poking someone who is clearly off in thought." He chuckled. "Say, Waggles, why are we in the library?"

     He looked around. "Love, you have terrible memory when you wake up. We were here to research flame-related curses." The past two days flashed back to me. After the meeting with Andor, Sparklez, and Wag, I accompanied Waglington to the various libraries to aid him with his search for possible mention of the predicament Sparklez had managed to get himself into. 'For someone so nice and sensible, he gets into so much trouble.' We had gone through two libraries from top to bottom, but nothing. Finally, we had arrived at the Urulu library and apparently fallen asleep after some time. There had been no results.

     Waggles stretched his arms and stood up, taking his cloak with him. "Well, we probably still have a day left of material to cover in here. If you'd like I can stop by a bakery and bring you breakfast."

     I huffed, trying to blow some hair away from my eye. "Honestly, Wag, I am finding little use in this. We have been expending energy searching, but we have no idea as to what to look for besides fire. We need more information to have any success."

     He extended a hand to me and I accepted it, allowing him to pull me from my sitting position on the couch we had fallen asleep on. "Unfortunately, only Sparklez can give us the information you speak of, yet he can't remember it himself."

     I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, thinking. Outside, a bird landed on a crippled tree outside the library window, and pulled a branch off before flying a short distance away to the small beginnings of a nest. It weaved the stick into the nest, a pattern it knew unconsciously. I watched the bird make another trip to the tree and claim another branch for it's nest.

     An idea formed in my mind as I examined the bird. It wove unconsciously. It worked towards it's goal without even knowing how to weave materials. "What if," I mused aloud, pulling Wag's attention from a dust book he had picked up.

     "What if what, darling?"

     "Waggles, what if we pulled Sparklez's memory of that night from his subconscious?" He drummed his fingers along the page, deep in thought. A small smile could be seen from under his hood.

     "Love, you're a genius." In a fluid motion, he took my hand and spun me in a circle. "That could work." We threw the books on the couch, and scurried out the library doors before clasping hands and teleporting to Sparklez's towers. Unfortunately, we teleported directly onto smoking whatever-it-was attachment that Jericho built on the towers on the twentieth of April last year. My clothing was covered in ash instantaneously, and foul smoke invaded my nose and lungs. I grabbed Wag's hand and we jumped to the grass below, coughing.