Sparks of The End

Chapter 14

**WARNING NOT EDITED**

Zoey P.O.V.

   The tension was almost unbearable. The hint there was 'almost'. 

   Zoey, as well as the rest of the girls were pushed together while the group was walking. Meaning they were all together, in the middle. It made Zoey feel squished, and kind of scared. She didn't want to look at the people around her. She could feel there judgmental eyes boring into her back. 

  So, as depressing as it sounds, the red-head trugged with her head pointed at the ground. Every once in a while she would feel Lomadia's hand rest on her shoulder. But when ever she looked up at the blonde she was never looking at Zoey, her face was pointed to the front, her head always held high. It made Zoey want to be strong too, but when ever she worked up the courage to bring her chin up she would see the people around her and sink back into her previous state. 

   She never thought her emotions could change so much in such a short time. Zoey had never realized how big of a part Rythian had played in her life. Even when she had left to the rebel base camp with Teep she'd known he was alive, and hopefully well. It was different now, like there was just a hole. She knew she shouldn't feel like this, feel like he died. Because, of course, he hadn't died. 

   The mushroom girl sighed aloud. She got multiple stares, but right now her thinking process was enabling her to care. Pulling her hands up to cover her face, she rubbed her eyes in slow circle motions. She trusted her feet to allow her to balance without the use of her sight, although even that was making her nervous. 

  Zoey could remember a time in which she could dance around the farm without the fear of falling, but only now had she noticed it was becuase there was always someone to catch her. Not always phisically, but mentally he would be able to pick her up and dust her off. She wanted to groan in frustration. The painful silance was like a punishment, no one speaking, or laughing, or smileing. It was hurting her, and giving her way to much time to think. Zoey had known since she was a child that thinking was a dangrous thing for someone like her.

Zoey removed her hands from her eyes and held on to the back of her neck, finally looking up and watching the people around her. 

   Lalna had joined the group again at the last minute and didn't say a word. He just walked with Xephos and Honeydew in the front. Besides the terrifing guilty that plegued the girls heart, as she saw the one person who'd put up with her for so long driff away, it hurt her even more so to see how Lomadia would stare longingly at her place beside them all. 

   This was her fault, she'd made a huge mistake to satisfy her selfish needs. Zoey thought of the small mushroom she'd talked to eariler. Such a high price to pay for just a tiny bit of sanity. 

   A flash of red sparked her vision as her legs colapsed suddenly. It seemed her legs really enjoyed turning into jelly at the most inappropiate times. Zoey could feel warm hands grab one side of her to decrease injury as she fell, on the other side a scaly body turned and helped in the same way. 

  Zoey heard the thump her body made as it hit the ground, an involentary groan left her mouth and heat radiated throughout her skin like a rash. She drifted down so her head could rest on the wet grass of the forest. It didn;t held the heat nearly as much as she would have liked, but it still decreased the amount. 

   "Zoey?" She heard a worried voice call to her from what seemed like very far away. She responed with a quick speak, as she shut her eyes tightly, her head spinnig in different directions. 

   "What the hell just happened?" Someone else called, "I have no idea, she just fell down!" "Can you feel the heat coming off of her?" "Does she have a fever?" All the questions and short answers to them flooded her brain. They banged against the walls of her head.

   And then it faded just as quickly as it had come. Zoey easily lifted her head, cold returning to her body and pink forming on her cheeks where they'd been drained of color. She opened her eyes wide as they scanned the area around her. She was surrounded by various people, all looking at her with terrifed expressions. But Zoey didn't focus on them, she focused on the small red dot the stood out in the bushes. 

   She got up with ease, walked past the wide-eyed humans that she'd learned to call her friends. She gasped as she pulled a left away from the little mushroom to prove she'd found him. Not only did she find him but she saw a trail, a path one might say. She turned to look behind her only to see Lalna was the only one brave enough to advance towards her. 

  He held his head out in front of him like she was some sort of caged animal, it confused Zoey. She'd gotten over their dispute, mostly because she'd finally relized the fault in her actions. She motioned for him to follow her, now it was his turn to look confused. 

  "Zoey? Are you okay?" He whispered causiously, which was repiled with by an eye roll. "Yes! Now come on, their telling us to go this way!" She gestered to the mushrooms behind her. He gave her this look, one she was use to, the look that said 'are you crazy?'. Zoey knew most people had found her insane for her weird gift but it never bothered her. And right now she was about two seconds away from following the mushrooms path without the group. Even though that would be a terrible idea. 

   "If you won't come I'll go by myself," She warned and turned her back on them. She walked towards the mushrooms as she heard the scrabbling behind her. A small smile tugged at her lips, she had felt that heat. She wasn't going to denie it, and she knew this path had something to do with it. So she listened to the greetings the mushrooms gave her as she walked by them, she waved and said short hellos. 

   The path started thinning, and it confused Zoey, weren't these guys suppose to show her something? By now they rest were right on her tail, watching her curiously. When they got to the end of the forest Zoey decied to ask, she turned to the last mushroom, "Where are you taking us? Where do we go from here?" The simple directions she recived back puzzled her. But she thought aginst turning to the mushroom again as he was brown, not that she had anything against brown mushrooms. They were always a bit more hostile. 

   It seemed like they had entered a plains biome, no mushrooms would grow here. Unless a random tree was to pop up somewhere. 

It wasn;t until she saw two black shapes moving on the edge of the horizon, that she turely knew what the mushrooms were leading them too. 

*A/N I thought this would be a nice place to end it. I've now relized that im shooting for 20 chapters, and that im going to try and finish this story by the end of the summer. I apoligize for the mistakes as I said before this isn't edited yet, becuase it's super-duper late and im exhasted. I just really wanted to write this all down. So, there you go!

-Kitten <3