The Disappearing Fields

chapter 28

‡Haven‡

The moment the house came into view,  I couldn't contain the smile on my face.  My arms we're so tired. Niko isn't heavy but carrying him around everywhere is exhausting to say the least.

Kaz told me to wait for him to get back before attempting to draw out both of my Essence but if I do or not will depend on how bad Ziek is.

I drop Niko off on the couch and pull off his coat and gloves.  Running up stairs I peek into my room.  Alex is asleep on the chair.  Ziek looks the same as before.  Compared to when I first found him,  he looks better.  But compares to his normal smiley self,  he looks seriously ill. Still, there's no doubt he is slowly trying to heal.

I drop my gaze to the floor where there's a trash sack full of bloody bandages. A body can only have so much blood. Can he fully heal before he bleeds out?

Something tells me I need to get started. Call me impatient,  but I want Ziek better sooner rather than later. And if I do something wrong and he's contaminated,  he has every right to hate me.

I walk into the room, and shut the door.  Then, I sit on the floor with my back against the it. Taking a deep breath, I recall what Kaz said.

"Essence has its own look. When you use it, there's always a mental picture deep within your subconscious about how it looks and what it does.  That's the 'place' your essence originates from.  Those who rely on essence only ever use it for its skills and what we can make it do. We've never really focused on this place. However,  when we go around blindly using it like we do,  we never reach true potential. 

If you can  tap into the place within yourself,  you should be able to draw out your essences from there and use them." 

So I have to get to a physically unreachable place within my subconscious to draw out both my wind and light. Why are the easy ways never viable?

Closing my eyes, I focus on the wind inside me.
What it looks like. How it feels.  How it would sound.  Rather it's heavy like the blizzard outside or light like a summer breeze. How fast  it goes . Rather its violent or peaceful. How it interacts with the light.

A blurry image forms in my mind before fading into the darkness. I tug on fading strands of it just for something to pull them away.  I reaffirm my grip and tug the blurry image into focus for a second. For that second,  I see something familiar,  but it fades much to quickly for me to recognize it.

It turns into a mental game of tug a war.  I desperately try to tug on the strands but just as I make leeway and process it,  something pulls it from me.  This goes on for what feels like minutes. Then finally,  a blinding light appears,  I snap my eyes open to escape the assault.

I've never been blinded by something I've seen in my head but my eyes burn. Like I stared at the sun too long.  Black spots dot my vision and I struggle to get off the floor.

Every blink sends me back into the barrage of light. Like I'm hovering over the sun and I can't get away from it. The heat licks at the back of my eyes and I feel as if they're in the center of a burning inferno.

I head for the bathroom,  hoping that splashing some cold water on my face would ease the pain and burning in my eyes. 

The moment I walk in the bathroom the first thing my eyes land on is the mirror. The dark rims around my Irises and pupils are yellow. The Irises themselves have become crystal clear,  transparent almost.

The rational part of my brain wants to figure out how and why this happened, while the other half freaks out about the burning sensation in my eyes. This half wins and I fill up the sink and dunk my head in the water.