The Truth Over The Wall

Chapter 41

*There was once a girl, looking down on the world, sad. She'd left it behind such a long time ago, she wasn't sure  what it was. A young girl with a heart of gold walked by her and pulled her up by the hand. 

"I'm lost." the sad girl said.

"I know." the kind girl replied.

"You should leave." the sad girl sighed and turned back to look on the world. The kind girl sat down beside her and whispered, "I won't. I promise."

And the sad girl learned to be happy. Because she wasn't lost anymore.

This one's for the golden hearted girl that found me.*

Gasping for breath, Amara quickly looked away when she saw the life go out of Fiona's eyes. What was worse was that she knew she was next.

Blood, still warm from the life she might have lived, pooled at her back leaving her body cold as it did, making her shiver. As she stared up at the bright blue skies painted across the ceiling she could not help but feel surprised. She had expected to feel a great many things when she died.

Pain for one, and then anxiety and fear. And it was all there, but above all and most overwhelming...relief. Relief that it was all over, that the pain would finally go away forever. But what she did not expect to feel was what she felt just now. And she felt it so strong along her dying limbs, and her fragile heart that she was afraid it would kill her faster. She felt regret.

"Amara!" She heard Alistair cry and blessedly in the next second he pulled her out of the pool of blood and up into his arms. Her eyelids fluttered and she thought she saw another face beside him, "Hanalea?"

"Oh, my God," Hanalea swallowed hard taking her hand, "Oh, my God! Allis, what happened? What's wrong with her? Fobos!"

Amara turned her head and sighed. Another few feet from Amara lay a girl with long red-brown hair in a pool of her own blood.

She had her hand clutched to her chest as she tried to stifle the blood. Her lips quivered from the pain as she turned her brown eyes to look at Amara. Tears rolled down her face as she spoke, "Amara?"

"Fobos." Amara gasped reaching out her left hand urgently, "Fobs, please!"

Fobos had started to reach her own hand out towards her before she heard what Amara asked of her, "Fobos, break the bond, please. Break the bond and set me free, please!"

Fobos halted her hand and started to shake her head, "Amara, no."

"Fobs, please," Amara struggled for breath, "Please!"

Amara continued to hold out her hand as she begged Fobos. But Fobos shook her head one last time before she whispered, "Good bye, Amara." And disappeared.

"Fobos, no!" Amara sobbed and her hand started to fall before Hanalea caught it. Hanalea looked from the place on the floor where Fobos had vanished back to Alistair, "Allis, what's wrong? Come on, can't you see how she's bleeding? We need to get her out of here; we need to get her help! Where did Fobos go?"

But Alistair remained numb as he studied the blood on the ground, and the barely visible light of her aura. "Amara," his voice was hushed with shock as he hugged her closer, "what did you do?"

"Only what Hanalea did for me." Amara said slowly. She raised her eyes to him and her mouth faltered as she tried to smile, "Except I wasn't as quick as she was, I couldn't get away."

"That's alright, Amara," Hanalea said stubbornly, "but right now we have to get you some help. Now!"

"Hanalea?" Amara said laying a hand on her arm to keep her from moving, "Weren't you asking before where Fobos went? She left me Hanalea."