All Over Again (A Young Dracula Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Eighteen: Her

A/N: New characters are introduced in this chapter. 'Talise' was mentioned in this novel before (Chapter 15), but in this chapter, her family is introduced and their objective. I sincerely apologise for the abrupt beginning and ending, but all will hopefully be revealed in good time.

~Wishi x

Chapter Eighteen

Talise's POV

You look at a person-- in the mirror, and you see their looks and not their emotions. You see their eyes and face, but not their pain or stories. You see their cascading, jet black hair and their petite body, but not their scarred past or crumbling life. 

"Tabitha, you look beautiful."

"Sis," she paused, "we're going to see her. I haven't seen her in years."

"So, the solution to your nervousness is applying layers of breather grime on your face?" I asked with confusion. Talitha walked into the room wearing a tight, black, long-sleeved shirt under a hard vest. The vest was covered in colourful feathers and glistening stones.

"It's called 'make-up'," Talitha explained, "and it's not grime, Tas, it's considered to make you look beautiful." I shrugged my shoulders; I still struggled to manage the point of wearing 'make-up'. You might as well dunk your entire face in flour-- because that is what Tabitha looked like; a face dunk in flour.

"So, you all know the plan?" Tabitha inquired with a harsh tone in her voice. Tabitha was the sort of person who needed the people in her schemes to work harmoniously to result successfully. "Right?"

I nodded and Talitha did too.

I gazed at the stars but I looked at them in an entirely different light as the diamonds twinkled helplessly in the midnight. I looked at them in a light that shone so deeply that the bright, glimmering rays of shine that we see every night slowly turned hopeless. Like Tabitha's plot to escape the Spiritworld. 

"Let's go."

After we left our dormitories and stealthily creep past the several rooms beside us in the corridor, Tabitha lead us safely out into the courtyard without a single spell setting off. The elder spirits were extremely skillful and placed the alarms in places of secrecy, but overtime-- Tabitha worked out their positions, so we dodged them; one by one.

My dress, although short, owned free flowing frills that flew frankly in the cold wind. "Opri," I mumbled. Talitha heard my spell and warned me not to use unnecessary magic. "If you say so."

"What if this plan inevitably fails?" I asked Tabitha. She paused her movement, making Talitha bump into her back and turned her head slowly as she looked at me with anger.

"I've been working on this for years now!" Tabitha's voice crackled like thunder. "How could you curse it with your words of pessimism?"

"Tas, Tabitha's right. You know where she is right?" Talitha waited my response. I nodded. "Then why wait? Tas, she's been working on this for more than a decade now. Getting out of this world and finding her is a must. What if she goes crazy and kills people?"

I thought about it. I sighed.

"Tabitha, I'm sorry," I conjured what words to say next, "I apologise that my words of pessimism put you down, but it did not cross my mind to think how much time you've spent trying to leave the Spiritworld."

Tabitha rolled her eyes and looked forward once again.

"Anything you say, little sister."

Jumps, falls, slides and rolls later, my two sisters and I faced the Gates of the Spiritworld. The one and only entrance ways, or exit, of the Spiritworld.

I feared it.

It rushed into me like how waves crash onto cities like insatiable machines. The worry wrenched my heart and knotted my stomach like ropes into entanglements of gut and blood. The thought of leaving my homeland hurt my head.

"Here it goes." Tabitha was the first to walk forward and awake the golden statue of a woman holding a flower as if to add it to her pansy crown. "Wake up-- Lady Floare!" Tabitha whispered in a high pitched squeak.

Talitha awoke the statue on the right, of the woman who almost kissed a finch on her hand. "Lady Aripi?"

Together, Tabitha and Talitha awoke the women who had the power allow or deny access between worlds-- The Guardians of the Gate.

The Gate was actually a sort of cyan blue portal. Made from magic. The portal was held firm by all the spirits' magic in this world; including mine. Spirit magic is powerful, but dangerous. Uncontrollable power leads to not only destruction but death also. The portal only works with guarantee for those with a pure heart.

"Speak, daughters of Johnathon, for we give you permission to enter the world of your choice," Lady Floare said. Her tone was angelic and my eyelids felt heavy from her sleep-encouraging voice.

"We all wish to pass to the world of breathers," Tabitha announced, confidently-- her eyes lit with fire. Tabitha had wanted to see her for so long and her excuses were either poor or invalid so we Talitha and I said 'no', however at matters beyond emergencies such as this-- going to the Breatherworld was not only necessary, but imperative. 

"As you wish," said Lady Aripi, "You are warned; do not bring a being to these gates without full assurance of their loyalty to you."

"Yada-yada-yada," Tabitha's impatience grew. My dress was still flying uncontrollably in the wind. Tabitha adjusted her vest. We all held our breath.

There was fog.

There was mist.

There was a tiny bit of blue flame.

"Brace yourselves!" Talitha warned.

And we jumped. 

To find her.

To find our friend.

To find our hope.

Our saviour to be. 

Our hero to be. 

Riley.

Riley Johnson.