The Dark Age: Lineage Book 2

Chapter 14: Taking Care of a Sociopath Stephanie Derano- January 15th

Hi I'm not Dead just been doing some stuff for my friend Narzan and it's been really time consuming so to make up for it I'll be posting 3 Chapters today maybe more I don't know.
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Okay so some people would say I'm a bit over protective of my friends. How over protective you ask well that's not exactly nessecary but how do I put this. I've been keeping tabs on every one. As in I don't really trust some others I worry about. Such as Shane for example I don't like how he deals with things. It almost always ends in a fight. Especially when he feels his pride is attacked, so because he tends to get into trouble I might of sort of casted an alert spell that's usually only used on small children. So if he ever gets seriously injured I'll be able to feel it. Not sure how since I've never actually been alerted by the spell which I suppose is a good thing. If only I had it on Amy.
Wow I never thought I would ever hear her name again. I never thought I would say it ever again. It's so much easier to deal with when you just refer to them as a title. When you use a name it feels 10x more real. I'm so sorry. Then I felt it like a burning sensation in my mind my eyes closed and when I opened them again I saw something that I didn't even want to believe. Shane covered in blood drenched in it in fact. Cracks around his lips with an almost grey like skin tone. The part was absolutely terrifying his body had melted flesh boiling his face and legs like acid. He wasn't even screaming his lungs were entirely punctured. His larynx was caved in on it's self slightly visible through various tears in the flesh of his neck. Then when I opened my eyes I saw a full purple autopsy. It was even worse than that. His body had so many injuries water was seeping into his heart in veins. His own body was literally killing it's self. I'm not letting this happen again!

"Relocate!"

I teleported to his side. He smiled slightly when he saw me I lifted the tree off of him telkinetically and dragged him out of the water. This should be easy right?
"Restore." The magic fell to the ground like dust over him. I felt myself starting to tear up. Not again, not again.
"Restore!"
This resulted in the same thing. It's not working. I'm failing, I'm here this time to stop it and I'm still failing! Tears streamed down my face when I came to a realization. I've been just as cocky as Shane now that I think about it I only know a few spells
Repent
Repel
Relocate
Reverse
Release
Charm Speak
Restore
There are millions of spells that could be used to save them but I was so busy being a girl scout showoff all my life. I felt my fists clench up my sadness turned to rage at myself. My mind shouting at me screaming how this is my fault. That I'm going to let him die because my lack of power.
Then hope ascended into my mind as I stopped dwelling on my own ignorance and used it to fuel a drive to save him. In order to do that I can't be here I need to go back into my life. A life before I started to settle into my powers.
I closed my eyes and muttered the most traumatizing spell I know.
"Reverse"
My being collapsed as I felt my mind revisiting my life starting at birth. I can take control at anytime and change any bit of it, but I know I can't I'm not strong enough to make the change last all I'll do is erase my own existence. So I lived my life. I was the center of my parents world for 2 years. I sat in my crib and did everything I used to love as a child. Then on January 16th. 2001. Amy was born. I watched as all their attention drifted towards her and as my greedy remorseful 2 year old me said mean horrible things about her. Once again I just had to stand there and watch as I had been doing for years. I can't even cry or else she will cry and then I'll of changed something. Destroying the whole point of reliving all of this. As the years passed I was just there along for the ride. On my little sisters 5th birthday I watched the most touching thing happen. She fell off of her bike and scrapped her knee. Her tears echoed through the house as she ran inside. I was reading my first spell book that my mom had got me for Christmas. I'll never forget it it had the dumbest name ever and a little cartoon witch with a winkie face it said in big bold colorful letters. Learn 2 "Spell" . It's the little things we remember most. I wanted to try my first spell out and I was thinking of a something simple like a Recolor spell. Then I saw her run into the living room and for once I felt a change in my cold twisted child heart and well I think you need to hear this for yourself.
"Amy, Amy what's wrong?"
"I was riding my bike....and then there was a hill and... *Sniffs* I hit the breaks and I went flying off my bike. My knee got caught the chain and it sliced open and its bleeding! Where's Mommy and Daddy!" She was crying the whole time.
"Mommy's at book club and Daddy's upstairs sleeping, but don't worry I have something I can try."
I flipped my little fingers through the book and uttered a single word
"Mend." On her knee appeared a band-aid and the small cut had been completely disinfected.
Her frown curved into a smile her big blue eyes opened in joy and for the first time in our lives she hugged me I wrapped my arms around her in comfort. I was holding back tears I know what comes next.
"Thank you Stephanie! Your the best big sister ever!"
"Of course Amy I'll always be there for you. I won't let anyone hurt you. okay?"
"Promise?" Her eyes lit up like a star in the night.
"With all my heart."
I need to get out of here I can't take it. I broke that promise I let the her die. I can't even avenge her. Mend, mend I got what I came her for I need to leave. I don't want to I want to stay here with her watch her grow up and live. Watch her laugh and cry. For what just to watch her die? I can't just observe the past over and over again I need to be out there fighting Ben and bringing him to justice and I swear I will slay anyone in my way of that goal." I reentered reality and casted it as fast as I could. Time doesn't move when your exploring your memories all other people could see is you taking maybe like a random 30 second nap. That was enough time wasted.
"Mend"
I watched as his bones got snapped back into place. As casts formed around his body gauges covering his body stitching folds to other folds.
It's okay now. He's not dying. You did it. He's not dying. The recovery isn't going to be instant but it's not nonexistent. He's going to live.
"Your welcome you fricken sociopath."
Almost like a wolf hunting for prey the second I spoke Logan emerged from behind a rock.
"Hey Stephanie what's good baby girl." He started clapping his hands slowly walking forward. Oh great this again.
Eventually he stopped and then he just looked up and starred at me for a full minute and then he spoke.
"Hey Steph let's count it out."
He took another big step forward.
"10"
Then another.
"9"
He did it again.
"8"
Seriously what the hell is he doing?
"7" he took another step
Why is he counting?
"6" Okay one more step like that and he'll get blasted across the island.
"Fiiiivvvvvve!"
Then repel shot out and it just bounced right off of him. He looked up again and smiled. Oh no what is happening?.
He quickened his pace.
"4,3"
Another one shot out once more it bounced off like rubber.
"2"
Now I'm shouting it.
"Repel! Repel! Repel! Repel! Repel!"
"1" , he took a painfully slow step.
I shouted it even more"Repel! Repel! Repel! Oh my God why isn't this working Repel!"
All of them just bounced off him like machine gun bullets bouncing off Superman's chest.
"And zero!"
He was standing right in front of me.
"What do you want!" I asked sort of loudly.
"I couldn't touch you before, but guess what I can touch you now!"
He placed his fingers on my forehead like Voldemort did to Harry in the 4th film. The dark one has returned. Now I have nothing to avoid talking to him. Crap