Sentry of the Arcane: Befall

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Fitz

I wake up to see Donovan staring at me with wide eyes. I follow his gaze to my newfound scar. I finger it gingerly, hissing slightly and pulling away when my scar begins to sting again.

"Do you know how you got that scar?" the male Sovereign asks me.

I shake my head. "No... do you know?" I ask him.

"I think it had something to do with a dark blue crystal," Donovan says, frowning in thought. "But I can't remember what exactly."

"How long have you been awake?" I question, noticing the dark circles underneath Donovan's eyes.

"I have no idea," Donovan admits. "But I know that it's been a long time- maybe since last night. I saw the light of the sunrise." He yawns, but it seems like he's still refusing to go to sleep for even a little bit. I look at him sympathetically- he really shouldn't have come with me. Then he wouldn't be going through through this as well.

I sigh. "Please go to sleep at least," I say softly. "I'll try to find something out."

Donovan nods reluctantly after a few seconds. Before he can reply, his eyelids are closed and the male Sovereign's snoring quietly. I'm about to turn away when Donovan says, "Good thing you remember me now, Fitz. I don't think Sophie or any of us can handle you having no memories..."

My eyes widening, I turn around to face him, but Donovan's already asleep in actuality. Smiling softly at the mention of my friends, I lean back against the cool, metal wall, not understanding what Donovan meant by me not remembering him. Why wouldn't I remember him or anyone else?

Suddenly, I hear some footsteps nearing me. I glance up to see Fitton staring down at me, a sneer on his face. "I'm Fitton, for about the third time," he remarks coldly, glaring down at me like I'm a piece of rubbish.

I give him such a disgusted look at he steps back, slightly taken aback. "I know," I seethe. "You've thrown me in a wall enough times to remember- even if I had a concussion."

"Then why'd you forget everything for a while?" Fitton asks arrogantly.

"I didn't forget everything," I snap, secretly trying to convince myself the same thing. Fitton only smirks more when I sigh in defeat. Glaring at him, I stand up slowly. "What happened?" I hiss, making sure that I don't wake Donovan up, even though I feel like that won't be a problem.

Fitton thinks for a moment. "You're allergic to nebmentia," he says bluntly, taking me aback at how quickly he told me that. Smirking at my shocked reaction, he adds, "That's how you got your scar. Remember that cluster of powerful nebmentia that you managed to stop from hitting you?"

I roll my eyes at him. "That is, until you shot me simultaneously with the tzanion and more nebmentia," I comment bitterly. I then turn to glance down at the sleeping Sovereign. "Is that why Donovan doesn't seem to be remembering some things? Like how he knew what nebmentia looked like, but he didn't know the name."

I can't help but smirk in a way so I'm reflecting Fitton's arrogance when I see his surprise at my spot-on conclusions. I then say, "I feel like there's something else that has to do with my scar. What is it?"

Fitton becomes so rigid that if I didn't know any better, I would've mistaken him for a statue. Yet for some insane reason, the maniac decides that trying to shoot me with more nebmentia is a good idea. I barely have time to grab each piece that's being shot at me by Fitton's blasted crossbow-gun.

When I feel my telekinesis beginning to thin out as I hold the ten pieces of nebmentia without them being combined together. I try to think of any other solutions to no avail. Sighing, I use my telepathic abilities to create a cluster of nebmentia like I did before, glad that my telekinesis is feeling stronger. Fitton fired more nebmentia at me, which I safely avoid by blocking it with my large group of the dark blue crystal. And before long, I can feel my telekinesis thinning out again, causing the mass of dark blue to slowly inch towards me. I can see Fitton's face flash with some remorse when he looks at my scar, but it's quickly diminished into anger and determination to make me forget again.