MCSM: Shattered Souls [COMPLETED]

14- In Which We Interrupt Your Shard Shenanigans to Bring You Some Luktra

~Petra's POV~

1 of the only two POV changes in the whole book

This is basically just a short Luktra oneshot asdfghjkl sorry

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I don't know what woke me up.

The night was beyond silent, the quiet seeping in and filling my head. Nothing was out of place.

Then I remembered.

Jesse.

My dreams had been terrible, ever since she left. Constant worrying about what might be happening to her, while I was asleep and awake.

I wanted to believe she was okay. I just couldn't quite manage it.

I lay still for a few moments more, trying to fall back asleep. I had been anxious for over a week now, and I needed to rest. I tried to relax, forcing all upsetting thoughts out of my head. But they just kept coming back.

I slipped out of bed, wincing slightly as my feet touched the cold floor. I grabbed an extra blanket off the foot of my bed, wrapping it around my bare shoulders. It was abnormally chilly that night, and my black tank top didn't keep me nearly warm enough.

I stepped out into the hall, glancing down the corridor to confirm that yes, Lukas was still awake. I knocked quietly and pushed the door open. Lukas was sitting cross-legged on his bed, reading a book. He looked up and smiled when he saw me.

"Hey. Couldn't sleep again?" He asked sympathetically.

"Yeah." I yawned in reply. "I'm...you know." Anxious. Terrified. Unable to think straight. Sick and tired of this fucking helpless feeling. I didn't have to say any of this aloud.

He put the book down. "Petra..."

"I know. I know. 'She'll be alright; worrying won't help'." I mimicked the words I'd heard at least a hundred times the last few days. My stress wasn't exaggerated. It had been more than a week since she left, and I hadn't stopped worrying for barely a moment. The rest of the Order had contacted Ivor and asked him if he knew anything about the mysterious sword or the five strangers, but he hadn't been able to give us any information. We were starting to get desperate.

"That's not what I was gonna say." Lukas said softly. He patted the space on the bed next to him, motioning for me to sit down. I hesitantly sank down next to him, feeling stiff with cold and worry. He wrapped his arms around me, and I let myself relax a little bit.

"I was going to tell you that if you need to vent, well, that's what I'm here for."

I was quiet for a few seconds, leaning my head against his chest and trying to calm myself by listening to his even breaths. It didn't work. He was right; I did need to vent.

"We're terrible friends. Letting her leave with those...strangers. I know she thought it was right, but she shouldn't've left! She might need our help. She could be dead!"

"She's not dead. She's survived a lot, I know she'll come back okay." Lukas tried to reassure me. I pushed myself away from him, just enough to look him in the eyes.

"She might be! For all we know, she could've been as good as dead as soon as she went through that portal! And we would never know! We don't know what's happened to her...we don't know anything. Everything we've thought up has just led to a dead end. She could be anywhere, dead or in deep trouble...and we're not there to help her."

I dragged in a deep, ragged breath, then continued, somewhat calmer. "Sure, she's survived a lot. But we've always been with her. We're a team. We're not supposed to be isolated like this. I just...I hate feeling helpless like this. I hate wondering if she's helpless. I hate wondering at all. I hate everything about this!"