My Angel-Yogscast fanfiction

Chapter 26: Alsmithy

Mia/ Carys' POV
Over the last few days, I've ventured outside of my medical room and explored what remains of Kim's base. This is, of course, been because I've finally gained enough strength to suppress my magic again. Lewis has, reluctantly, agreed to keep my secret. I suspect this has more to do with the tactical advantage of my secrecy rather than a care from my well being. Tonight, I will be attempting the puppeteer spell in order to gain better intelligence over Hatfilms. At best, my body will respond the same way as when I attempted it with Toby. At worst... well I best not think about that. Martyn, sensibly, suggested that I get some fresh air after being cooped up for so long.
Thus, I have found myself sat upon the rubble of a fallen building, staring out across the decimated land. The soil has turned black as the death on this land has finally released its taint. All life has been utterly destroyed, not even leaving a corpse as a reminder of its presence. Occasionally, the light of the sun is reflected by pieces of metal, either from discarded weapons or remains of bombs. I can mark, quite clearly, the exact spot where I was hit. It stares at me proudly, tantalising me. The area around it is extremely disturbed, with rocks laying around it and soil sits in chunks. It is not, however, those features that make the area so noticeable, it is the brown remains of my blood, like a shadow of the moment.
Araquiel taps my shoulder before sitting next to me. Her golden clothes and perfectly curled hair, has become knotted and dirty. She still looks, somewhat annoying, absolutely stunning. I notice a belt around her waist, a small handgun readily awaits. Noticeably, her hands sit on the other side of her body, as if she refuses to even touch it. I don't blame her, my utter disdain for guns and swords is only just fading and Araquiel has, on the whole, been able to avoid fighting.
"I know what you're planning to do." She states,
"Araquiel, can you do me a favour and not lecture about the restrictions and regulations on spells of this level." I groan, not making eye contact to ensure she can't sway me. She chuckles for a moment,
"Oh, Carys. Though all of this, you're still as cynical and rebellious as ever." She teases,
"And you are about as cheery as ever." I return with a small smile,
"I'm afraid, it's in times like these, that we need to be happy. If we stop, just for a moment, then we've let them win." Araquiel explains, with less of a tune in her tone, "Anyway, I actually wanted to ask if I could help at all?"
"You want to help?" I gasp, "Little Miss by-the-book? I thought you hate using this sort of magic, the worst thing I've ever seen you do is use a seed of thought spell to make Lewis bake cookies so you could steal a few!"
"I am not that bad!" She defends, "I can be rebellious."
"See, that's exactly the point! The spells I use aren't against any rules, it's just suggested that we find other ways to keep people safe, like luring away a zombie or something." I explain,
"Alright, alright, so maybe I am a little bit of a goodie two shoes." She admits, "but I do want to help you!" I hesitate for a moment,
"I suppose you could be helpful... I need you to research as much of this spell as possible, find anything you can do to make it stronger. When I'm doing it, keep a close eye on me, I'm sure you can work out the rest." I instruct. Araquiel smiles and nods. She clambers to her feet then skips off merrily. I continue to linger in the silence for a few moments longer.

A soft patter of rain begins to take hold yet I remain, allowing it to cleanse my skin. Despite many showers, I still have some blood under my nails and in my hair. The cool liquid tries to cool me with its kisses. My feet bring my body to a stand and trudge through the mud. The rain, although soft and mild, is creating a chaos on the ground it touches. It drowns the few blades of grass that struggles to life and creates tidal waves of mud. Surely, water is supposed to be good, pure in fact. Instead, it can cause chaos. It subverts expectations and destroys everything in its wake. It is, of course, well intentioned. Water is, after all, needed for survival but it can take life with great ease. I suppose...it's like me. We both have great potential to destroy but all we want to do is help.

Eventually, the destructed battleground fades into prosperity and life. Trees overtake metal and flowers flourish. The rain is halted slightly by the maze of leaves it must dive through. Occasionally, animals will creep around me, drawn to my presence. I make a home under a particularly large tree where a group of rabbits watches from a short distance away. Silence is not an option here; nature is determined to celebrate its survival.