I held her in my arms. I couldn't let her go, even as everyone else stood around me crying tears of sadness, I couldn't. I could feel her heartbeat and it was still pure. She was still alive even though she couldn't move or speak, she was still here.
"Anani. Ananius let me help you, please," I say. As I say it, I feel her soul move with mine. I know what this meant. Maybe it was her, maybe the bond, but I didn't have any options and I'm sure she would forgive me.
"Okay. Okay I will," I tell her before turning to everyone else. "Everybody back up," I yell.
"I, Dylan Cornelius Knight, will protect this heart you've given me and I bind myself to thee. Love, laugh, and live longer Anani," I say before leaning down and kissing her. Immediately I feel her pain surround me as she awakens and I smile through it. If she's alive I can take all the pain in the world.
"Anani, oh my god. I was so scar--"
"Dylan. Dylan help me," she says. "Dylan I'm so cold."
I pull her closer to me and let the fire affinity consume us, warming us up immediately. Her shivering calmed down little by little as I held her. After half an hour she began talking.
"Dylan I'm sorry. I couldn't let the soul get away. I had to contain it. I had to," she says through her tears.
"I know cupcake, I know. You'll be okay. We'll be fine," I say, believing my own words. She shakes her head before clinging back to me.
"Dark and ancient magic can't coexist in the same place. So many have tried, and just as many have died. I'm so--"
"No. I'm not losing you to anyone or anything, you hear me. I just got you and I'm never letting you go," I say.
"Never is such a literal word especially since it's completely useless in this sense," says an unrecognizable voice. All our heads shift towards the court doors where a man with jet black hair stands.
"For instance," he says as he walks closer. "Its statistically impossible for anything to be impossible, if that makes any sense. It's also possible for opposites to coexist."
"Who are you," Terra asks, her face tear streaked but stone cold. She was being strong for Anani.
"Uh well I don't like personal questions directed at myself but I would love to get to know you better Terra," he say. David frowns at him before stepping in front of Terra. The man sighs still walking closer.
"And unfortunately you're taken. Just my luck, am I right?"
He stops and looks down on the ground where Charlie lied. He was dead immediately when Maxine struck him and there's nothing we could do about it. The man sighs before whispering something to Charlie but nothing happened.
"Charlie Cane. Tsk tsk tsk. You were one happy soul. I wonder how Maggie is," he said before stepping over the body. As he gets closer I see him walking straight towards me, but his eyes were trained on Anani. I feel my anger build up. Whoever he was, he wasn't getting close to her anytime soon. I feel my energy deplete as a wall of stone rises between him and us. The wall was as long as the courtroom, as tall as the ceiling and four feet thick. He wasn't getting through anytime soon.
"Well this is unexpected. Nice touch on the thickness but," he says. We all duck as the wall shatters like glass.
"I'm a hell of a lot stronger than you. Now can you please let the girl go," he said. I pull Anani closer to me. The boy smiles and Anani tenses up.
"Bl- Blake?" Anani says. I look at her before staring closer at the man. I inhale when I realize that they had the same piercing blue eyes but his were shallow and cold.
"I'm surprised you recognized me. It's been about three years since I last saw you, albeit it's been sixteen since you last saw me," he says standing in front of us now. He reaches his hand out towards her and she shies away from him which was reason enough for me to not trust him.
"Oh come on now. Don't be stubborn. You want her to live don't you," he says. I freeze as I consider what he said.
"You can save her," I ask. He smirks.
"Not if you keep wasting my time and hers as well," Blake says. I narrow my eyes at him. He sighs and before I know it, Anani is out of my hands and floating in the air.
"Hey," I yell standing up.
"Sit down," he says and immediately I'm forced back to the ground, unable to move. "All of you."
We are all on the ground except for Blake and Anani.
"Sorry, but we're late. We'll see you maybe. Not never, but maybe," he says with a smile.
Rage takes over me and I slowly begin to stand up.
"Give me my mate," I growl. Blake looks at me curiously. He bends down so he's directly face to face with me. I can see now that he wasn't someone Anani should know. He was better being invisible.
"Dylan Cornelius Knight is the soulmate of Ananius Soul? That's truly surprising, but understand this: spirit bearers feed off of their mates. Your energy is her energy and you would die sooner than later. So consider this a parting gift," he said.
"Never," I say and he frowns.
"If you're going to be pessimistic then so am I," Blake responded nonchalantly.
"Give her back," I plead. He stares at me for a while and sighs before he smiles brightly.
"Never."
And just like that she was gone. I lost her. I feel myself begin to panic because while everyone stood up and ran to look for them I didn't move.
I couldn't feel her at all, not even a remnant of her soul no matter how much I searched. I could only see her in my memories.
"Anani," I cried, tears falling down rapidly with no control. This is the second time in my life that I've cried, each time I lost a woman that was close to my heart, my mother and now my other half...
Other half..
I bound her to me. She could find her way back to me if she was still alive. I just can't find her. I had to suffer through the unknown until she finds her way back to me, if she finds her way back.
Screw that.
I will find her. And when I do I'm never letting her go again. Anyone who's trying to stop me, and it will be the last thing they do. I could feel my entire demeanor changing, hardening like an impenetrable stone. No one can or will stop me.
Not even Blake.
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The Forgotten Soul
FantasiAVAILABLE ON AMAZON.COM In a world where magic defines the hearth of your very existence, an undeclared person would suffer an enormous amount of ridicule and shame. Not declaring risks your chance of finding your place in the social hierarchy that...