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Chapter four- I think I broke my boyfriend

Quincy

The heart monitor was giving its last, final, surrendering bleep. The doctors and nurses were rushing around to try and save him. I knew that he would be fine. Kat and Nisha said so. I just hope I can trust them to be right.

Joni

I ‘teleported’ into the room, almost landing on top of poor Quincy. She looked rather surprised to see me, but got over it quickly. She seemed to be getting used to the whole ‘we’re magical’ thing. I quickly looked around and assessed the situation. Quincy’s ‘boyfriend’ is lying in the hospital bed, dead, and Quincy was crying her heart out. Blake looked pained, but I cannot, for the life of me, see why, and he’s making feeble attempts to comfort her. So, I do what is natural. I try to fix the situation. I go up to Blake, and demand that he orders the other staff out of the room, and leaves just me, Quincy and the corpse in the room. They complied, and when we were left alone, I went over to the boy’s dead body. “What is his name?” I asked Quincy. She seemed shocked, and looked up quickly. It didn’t feel right to do this much for a boy whose name I did not even know. Truthfully, during the car ride here, the boy had woken up, confused. I had not told anyone, but I talked to him. He was kind, and very confused. I explained who we were, and where we were going. I also explained that he may not survive the trip. He nodded sadly, and told me all he could remember. He remembered that he was going to hit the girl who started driving for me, the new girl. He remembered being selfish and shallow, and was deeply ashamed of himself, but he could not remember who he was, so he was confused about that too. He said that if he did not survive the trip, he would like me to apologise to ‘the pretty girl’ for him. He looked sad for a moment, and then we continued talking. He said he was a horrible person before, but he did not feel like that boy anymore. He wanted to make things right, but he didn’t know how. I pitied him, I guess, and I promised him I would help him if I could.

“Caspian.” The girl said, snapping me back to the current time. “His name was Caspian.” Her voice sounded hoarse and broken. She looked tired and gaunt. Poor soul, the last few days have been tough on her. I don’t think she quite understands what she is really getting into.

“Do you believe he deserves to live?” I ask her, trying my best to show sympathy. The girl nods. “He may not have been all that brilliant, but he still had enough time to make things right. I know he will.” Her face hardens, contorting with grief and confusion.

“Then I shall try.” I nod, placing one hand over my heart, and one hand over the boy- Caspian’s. I feel my life forcing centring in my body, and I split it into two, channelling one part out of my heart, into my hand, through my arms and shoulders, and out the other hand, flowing into the dead boy’s body, giving my body a glow of green. Green like the leaves. Green like the forest. Green like life all over our planet. Green like my element, earth. It was all these things and more, as I felt life rush into the boy’s dead body, and his soul return. His chest heaved, sucking in air, as if he had not breathed in years. This is strong magyk, dangerous, and extremely risky. I gasped at the effort, and started falling towards the floor. My last sight before I blacked out was the boy- no, I should call him by his name, Caspian catching me before my head hit the ground.

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When I woke up, I was lying on the floor, with my head in Caspian’s lap. He was stroking and fiddling with my hair unconsciously, while talking to the girl Quincy. I don’t remember it. But he must’ve caught me. As my eye lids flutter open, they seem to notice I'm awake, and stop talking. Quincy scoots over, and checks my temperature, before going out and getting Blake. When he comes in, the first thing he says is ‘Oh, holy shit’. “Don’t use such vulgar language; it’s unbecoming, and not a good habit.’ I chide him, my voice croaking and unrecognisable. He kneels over me, checking to see if I am okay, and then just uses a small vial of potion to give me energy enough to make it through the rest of the day, and heal minor cuts, bruises, abrasions, and my voice.

“Shit Joni, you should’ve known better than to use such strong magic! You could’ve died! No offense mate,’ he looks towards Caspian as he says this ‘but you should’ve let him stay dead.”

“Well, I'm not dead, he is alive and well, and you know that I am perfectly capable of using this level of magyk.” I sniff, annoyed at his doubt in me.

“Joni, I’ve known you since you were small, and you’ve known me. You know just as well as I do, that you were in serious danger before. Be more careful with yourself, please.” Blake pleaded me. Sitting up, I sigh and turn to the other boy in the room.

Caspian had, apparently been clued in on what was going on, as I apparently talk in my sleep, and Quincy had clarified everything to an extent, that of which she knew.

Now that he has a part of my soul (small, but still there, nonetheless), Caspian should be able to use low-level magyk, the simple stuff. I tell him this, and he looks slightly amused, intrigued as to what is to come. I wish I could see all this through his eyes. I’ve grown up around magyk, knowing about it, growing up here. I know this place like the back of my hand. But to be truthful, I wish I had grown up normal, not imprisoned here, only leaving for the first time at the age of fifteen. I am sixteen now, and I have only left the gates a couple dozen times, usually to help my mother with new recruits. Although, the newest recruit being a girl is an interesting development. There are few girls in our world. They are rare, and when we do appear, we tend to perish rather quickly. It sucks, yeah, but there is nothing else we can do. Correction: there was not much we could do about it, until my mother came along, so passionate about finding female Victrillicas and keeping them alive, she even researched for five years, and eventually, Nisha, my mother and I together managed to find a cure for their ‘quick dying’ problem, and everything has been fantastic since then. But we still can’t find many females, so we are still rather rare. Quincy and I are two of the fifty ish girls at Forst Cartilliores. The fort, as it is commonly known, is this facility where we live and reside. There are about three hundred boys at the fort, just showing how rare us female Victrillicas are.

One of the girls came in, Mia Xyra. She looked around, and saw a little of what was going on. She mumbled an apology, and backed out of the room.

“Now everyone in the fort is going to know.” I sighed. Caspian and Quincy looked confused. “What is the fort?” Caspian asked.

“Where we are. This entire area is. I’m not talking about the hospital building, I'm talking about everywhere within those walls, the only entrance and exit is the gate you came in through. Well, the only official gate. But I can’t tell you about the others around here.”

We headed off to the nearest safe area to talk. That happened to be my cabin. My cabin was fairly spacious, made of white marble with the whole ‘majestic columns’ etc. It was right on the border of the cabin area, and was right next to a huge forest. The forest was inside the boundaries of the land. The fort is surrounded by a large black brick wall, unscaleable, and charmed so it is impossible to get past on either side. The leader says it keeps unwanteds (creatures and normal alike) out. Behind his back, Kat and Nisha say it locks us in. They are two of the few who are regularly allowed to come and go as they please. But mostly for their jobs, as Victrillica finders.  They are basic finders; the really serious ones are the Korekutā.

Caspian was leaning on Quincy and I was leaning on Blake as we made our way out of the hospital building. Mia followed us, refusing to leave until we ‘explain how a dead guy is walking, and fully alive, soul intact.’ Blake just used a couple low-level spells to knock her out and erased her memory of witnessing the revival. He then teleported her back to the hospital, to resume her shift when she woke up. After that little scene, I turned to Caspian and I started to explain how I saved him, and what it would mean.

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Sooooooooooooo! basically same-same as last authors note. more updates coming in the next hour or so. 1 vote in the next week, and i will post regularly every saturday that i have internet (Aussie time, derp) so really, friday for some peoples on here.

May the lemons be with you.

ps. if anyone is wondering about my sudden obsession with lemons, my very excellent and amazing sister just made lemon merangue pie :3 delish! made me realise just how much i love lemons.