Emma woke from her sleeping spell, laying in her bed. A large quilt made of animal pelts was covering her whole body, making her feel warm. The pillows her head rested on provided the soothing comfort she felt. She turned to her left, looking beside of her bed to the window, peering out into the night sky of the underworld; the light from the blood moon piercing tunnels through the clouds and into her room reaching it's rays throughout.
She got up, casting aside the warm covers, sliding her legs off the bed, her feet touching the stone floor, she winced, the cold temperature startling her. It was new, but she knew where it was from; Her father would tell her about how the deep chills of the northern overworld had snow and massive glaciers, the ice and rock reaching into the soils. The water the underground springs and rivers formed from the glaciers always reached the underworld, even the seas that separate the world. That's how it would rain throughout the hellish land. Even when the pits of hell gets a cold breeze, that's the influence from the overworld's frozenlands.
She pulled the fur quilt off her bed, wrapping it around her as if she wore a cape. She walked to her door, opening it and making her way downstairs to her brother's room. She stopped at the fifth floor, walking past a few doors and stopping at Christopher's. She turned the handle slowly, pushing it open as quietly and controlled as she could in an attempt to keep him asleep. She walked closer to his bed, stopping halfway as her brother snapped his eyes open. Emma and him locked eyes. She thought for a moment about reaching for his head, but decided not to.
"You had me worried." Christopher said, getting out of bed and hugging his sister.
She hugged back, looking over his shoulder around the room as if she was scanning it for abnormalities. She saw a test tube rack, different vials standing on a small holder on his desk, all different colors. She stepped back and had noticed a green test tube, the light from the moon illuminating it.
She still held the blanket around her, walking over to his desk. Christopher walked beside her, turning to look at her. She was infatuated with the green vial, not realizing it was her own blood that Chris was holding in his vials. He sat down on his bed, watching his sister stare at the glass vial. She uncovered her arm and reached for it, turning her open hand to face her. She curled up her index finger, then middle. She turned her hand back over and left her ring finger extended. She slowly reached towards it, dragging her finger on the glass. She felt everything in her body shift, her stomach lurching and her limbs going numb. Powerful magic was affecting her.
Chris sat up, slapping his sister's hand away. She ripped her hand away back into the safety of the blanket, rubbing the top of it with her other hand.
"What was that for?" Emma hissed, glaring at her brother.
"It's-Just-Don't touch it." Christopher demanded, looking at his sister.
He sat back down on the bed, tapping it with his right hand.
"Sit." He said, as he scooted back on the bed. Emma fell over onto it as Chris threw the blanket up in the air, casting it over the two. Emma, still wrapped in the heavy blanket, rolled over in the bed and closed her eyes. Chris turned over as well, closing his and slowly getting eased back into sleep when he broke the silence in the room.
"If you just wanted to have a sleepover," He said, his eyes still closed, "You could've just told me."
The next morning, Valdus was pacing around his room in a large circle, following it perfectly in an obsessive way, thinking to himself. His wife sat up in bed, crossing her arms and staring at her husband. She became irritated with the repeated circling.
"Face it." She said, "There's nothing we can do. The good thing is, Emma is getting better now. Can we drop it?"
"Yes, because her randomnly fainting and coughing up green blood is her doing so much better! Don't forget, Kat!" He shouted, dropping his gaze to the floor.
