I pant heavily as his sword disappears and the Hive die.
Nolan appears in front of me. "We did it, C," he told me.
I lost balance and strength. I gave him a faint thumbs up and collapsed to the ground, blacking out and dropping the sword.
+ + +
I wake up in the Tower's hospital. The person in my vision was a girl with green hair with twin pigtails.
It was the girl in the crystal.
I stare at her awkwardly, trying to process how is she here and why. Before I could even ask her anything, she turns around saying, "She's awake," she said looking behind her. Her voice was soft and gentle.
Raven approaches me and looks at me. "Thank you, Mija. Now, return to me and recharge," she told her, putting her hand out. As she did that, I realize that she's wearing a new type of Gauntlets. They had 2 snakes spiraling around each other around an orb.
Nolan was already scanning it because well- -we can read each other's minds. He said it is called the Ophidian Aspect. Originally used for ancient Warlocks to open up Doors of Secrets. Now it has a capacity for a single person as storage and/or companion. Just as the universe answers questions before I could even ask them. The girl held Raven's hand and shifted into neon green swirls, flowed on Raven's Gauntlet and went in the snakes. The transformation looked like the Necromancer's Shadow Form, but brighter and more plastic looking. The snake's eyes and orb glowed a dim green.
"Glad you found this. I dunno what would happen to me if you didn't," She said. Every time she spoke, the green glow brightened up like an Exo's mouth or a Ghost's eye.
"Who is that?" I ask, siting up from the bed. That was bad idea because I felt a stinging sore on my hip. I lay back down and listened from there.
"In case you haven't figured it out yet, this is the girl from the crystal. Her name is Octavia," said Raven, bending her knees down. The way she said the Tavia in Octavia was different than how any American would say it.
It was pronounced, (Oct - tay - v - uh)
She pronounced it, (Oct - ta - v - uh)I think it was just her Spanish accent. I could tell it was Spanish because I have some Spanish in my blood.
"It's nice to meet you Crimson," she said.
"Same to you," I replied.
Raven Smiles a little and stood up. "If you need me, I won't be far."
I grab her hand before she takes a step. "Wait," I told her.
She turns to me. "What is it?" She asks.
"What happened?" I ask her. "In the pit. I passed out and I want to know what happened after that."
She sits down next to me and prepares. "After you killed Crota and passed out, we carried you out of the realm along with everyone. Everyone except... you know," she says in depressing tone.
I narrow my eyes looking down.
"I'm sorry, Crimson. I know you were close to her."
"It's okay," I said. "I just want to move on; not think about it."
She nods her head respectfully.
"Like I said, I'll be here if you need me. Everyone else is in their dorms, cleaning out the place."
I look at her with a confused face. "Cleaning out?"
Smiles and tilts her head. "Of course. It's the end of the school year. Next year we'll be Year 2 Guardians."
"Oh yeah," I replied. I forgot about that. New Year 2 Guardians are going to be able to compete in the Trials Festival in Africa.
The Trials Festival is, from what I heard, amazing. Not just for the competitors, but for the audience as well. A live arena broadcasted across the world, facing up against different Leagues every year.
+ + +
Crota has fallen, Eris can finally sleep again, and everyone was okay... except one.
I was sorrowful for Tracey. I will miss her. We had a small funeral for her.
I knew what the risks were of being a Guardian. And I don't want anyone to take risks. If anyone, I'm the one that takes risks. I take them because I'll deal with the consequences.Anyway, the next few weeks were quiet. Every morning I did my daily jog and relaxed, waiting for the next school year to begin.

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