Mallory Is Medusa

Chapter Thirty One

By the time Medusa and Kyle returned, Mallory was itching to get out of the plane. Of course there was more room to spread out than inside of the cage, but she still couldn't help but feel a little stir crazy sitting in there for hours, waiting for something to happen but not really knowing what to expect. Medusa was scowling again, and, when she caught Mallory's look, glared at her with a force that the girl had not expected.

The two of them disappeared back into the cockpit, and Mallory was left even more confused that she'd previously been. Whatever was happening outside of the plane was making Medusa angry. She knew first hand that whoever made Medusa angry should expect a death wish, so she felt bad for the people outside. She also felt weak, because she couldn't help any of them.

Medusa was her problem, because it was supposed to be Mallory's job to keep her contained. That's why there were reincarnations, because the monsters were too powerful to be completely eradicated, but they needed to be put somewhere that they couldn't escape. She understood that now, as she was being forced to watch her responsibility go out of control. It was not a good feeling, not at all.

The plane took off again, and Mallory slumped against the chair. She couldn't think straight while they were in the air, and she was disappointed. Anda looked just as sick as Mallory felt, and she wasn't sure if that made her feel better or worse. Despite the fact that the faerie was working against her and had betrayed her, Mallory didn't like the fact that Anda was so weak looking. It was obvious that teleporting the cities was not good for her, so why did she still do it?

"How are you feeling?" Anda suddenly asked, looking over at Mallory.

"I could be better." she sheepishly replied, embarrassed at having been caught staring at the faerie. When she spoke, she could feel something bubble in her stomach, and she decided that flying was not the thing for her.

"I'm sorry this had to happen to you." Anda said. It caught Mallory's attention. She had not expected the faerie to say anything, nonetheless an apology. "You don't need to say anything. In fact, please don't. I'm not used to saying that I'm sorry, so this is a start for me."

Mallory couldn't help the small smile that made it's way to her face. Even though she didn't feel that Anda had much to apologise for, and as she thought that a very detailed list appeared in her head that she had to mentally shoo away, it was nice to hear. In fact, it made her feel much better that someone was looking out for her. It wasn't in the way that Mallory would want. In fact, she was pretty sure that Anda needed glasses if this was her way of watching out for the girl, but it was reassuring.

"Like I said before, I have no idea what I'm doing. This just started out as a way for me to avenge my village, though I don't know why little me thought that reviving the monster whose pets killed my village was a way to avenge them, but I just thought that I was doing the right thing." Anda sighed. "It's not what I thought it was going to be. I spent so long, I guess I just completely disregarded the possible consequences of my actions. Three hundred and twenty years is enough time to let someone think, but I guess I just ignored it all. When Medusa tracked me down the day after she was released, I was surprised and also a little confused. I never really tried to think about the ways that she tracked me down, but now I have and I'm a little sceptical. Anyways, I thought that it was just going to be one little thing and then it would be over.

"I've ended up signing up for a whole new project. I didn't know that she was going to rope me into helping her get her original body back. I didn't know that she was going to make me kidnap all of those people, and ruin all of these sacred places full of artifacts you wouldn't believe. I also didn't know that she was going to make me kidnap you and keep you in a cage in our secret base she made me make. She made me watch her beat you up, someone who could not defend them self. Now, she's taking us all over to make her dreams come true." Anda shook her head, and it looked like she was going to cry. "I messed up. I messed up so bad, and you're the one who has been hurt most, so I'm sorry."

"I think you are the one who's been hurt the most." Mallory said. Anda stared up back at her, an obvious look of confusion on her face. "You've been working hard for so long that you didn't get to live life. This was your only ambition, and it turned out to be nothing like you planned. You said that three hundred and twenty years is enough to let someone think, and you're right. It was. You've been thinking for three hundred and twenty years, planning out how you wanted everything to go. The only problem is that you were wrong, and you're realized it now. That's a hard thing to admit to yourself, so you have to give yourself credit. You're trying to fix mistakes that you couldn't have planned for, and you're hurt. So, don't beat yourself up too hard. Every mistake can be fixed, as long as you have the right tools for the challenge."

Anda looked shocked. Even as the tears rolled down her cheeks, and a few went into her open mouth, it was almost like she couldn't believe that any of this was happening. Mallory wished that she could have gotten up and given the fae a hug, but it was probably better that she didn't. That speech made the bubble in her stomach expand and she was sure that, if she got up, she was going to vomit all over an already crying faerie.

Mallory leaned back in her seat, letting her body relax. She felt good. Extremely helpless, but good. Anda didn't seem like the type who would let her emotions show like that, and Mallory was glad that she'd been able to see them before the impending doom that rested over their heads like a cloud. Things were going wrong, but Mallory felt like this one situation had gone just right.