Chapter 29. A funeral

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{Location: The Dark Island}. (Cole's POV)

That's it? Did that just happen? Have I lived thirty years motherless to only have a mother for thirty seconds? No, life wouldn't be that unfair..would it. That was the reason I was turned into a ghost. So that this wouldn't happen and I would still have a mother. But I became human and may have messed up fate's plans. I'm barely aware how much I'm crying as I curl into a tight ball of myself. Everyone is shocked at the turn of events, but there's nothing to really say. Zara just died. But Katara came back from the dead..mabey. No, Cole. That's dangerous thinking. And Katara has the blessing of the first spinjitzu master. The same can't be said for Zara. Maybe after ten minutes of stunned silences, Jay and Nya race their way to us.

"What happened?" Jay cries as my tears slow themselves. "Where's Zara?"

Apparently, her name has powers over my tear ducts as another round hits my face.

Kit is slow with her words as they walk around to see how small I'm trying to make myself, "Zara didn't know something about the spell. If it were to be finished, they would be dead." Kit lets a few tears down herself, her pink shirt seems so wrong in this picture, "So instead, she did a reversal spell and took all the backlash."

Nya is either still white from the work she did to get to us or it's from her shock, "So now Zara's..?"

I manage to move my hand and point to the pile of paper they use to be a person, "There. The spell did that to her."

Nya's eyes swell up themselves, "She's..oh my."

I too can't say anything, I can barely communicate my feelings but the earth picks up their intensity. The mountain shakes slowly, each vibration slightly stronger than the last as it starts to hit me. I doubt the even Seliel is able to comfort me anymore. I manage to stand up but I don't say anything. I just break into a run. Boulders toss themselves into the sea for me, sand turns hard at my feet for better traction, the dry dirt pushes apart trees and wildlife as my tears mark my trail. Each foot pulls me faster and faster until I stop in front of a wooden gate. It's brittle from termites and a little more mossy then it was almost four years ago. This was left of Garmadon's camp. My feet now refuses to run as I pull back for a punch. I throw a strong right cross as my hand ignites, the wall falls with a boom and I get inside the camp. Minus my bleary tears in my eyes, I can see that most of the tanks here are now rusted with some cobwebs. No sign of any life being here. Though I doubt that stone army counts as living things. As I'm now far away, I let it all out.

Crack, I punch another wall down as the first one catches fire.

Snap, my legs kick the poles me and my brothers used to escape on the weak rope bridge.

Crash, there goes the mech Gramadon fought us with. And all of its parts have a satisfying breaking sound.

Pop, I pull off a tire from a tank and throw it on a tent.

I fall to my knees as the camp now looks like a monster truck rally was held here. My anger about the situation disappears, leaving only sadness and I hold my arms.

"Cole?" Seliel walks closer from the edge of the upturned forest. "Shh. I'm here." She walks and falls on her knees in front of me. "I'm sorry." She rubs my hair then her hands find themself behind my neck as small whimpers are the only sound I can make. "I know that's not the most comforting phrase. But nothing is after this kind of thing."

She's been through this. Her mom died too. I couldn't do anything to help her just like she couldn't do anything to stop my mom from the same fate. "Does this stop? Does this pain go away?"

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