You Watched Me Fall {A Novella}

XIII: A Star That Falls

Copyright © M.T.Wilson 2012 - All rights reserved

The penultimate chapter! It seems so unreal that this is almost over. Chapter XIV will be the last, and there will also be an Epilogue. I hope you have enjoyed this so far and will continue reading to find out what happens at the end!

XIII: A Star That Falls

 

    For a moment everything was still and nobody moved. It was as if everyone had taken a huge breath and was holding it. Then we all exhaled. Daphne ran down to the stream edge, Zach rolled to his feet and I splashed over to Cohen and collapsed behind him. Gently, I reached down and lifted his head up to rest on my lap and stroked the wet strands of his hair out of his eyes.

    His eyelids flickered open and when he saw me looking down at him he smiled. “Did we get it?” he asked.

    “Yes, it’s gone,” I replied.

    “Good,” he said then groaned as he tried to move his arm.

    “Keep it still,” I told him and he willingly obliged.

    I heard a small gasp and looked up to see Daphne stood next to us with a hand over her mouth. Zach stumbled over, exhausted, and knelt by Cohen’s side.

    “We need to get him to hospital,” Daphne said finally. “And afterwards I demand an explanation.”

    “A hospital will do nothing for him now,” I said as Zach ripped the fabric of Cohen’s shirt to reveal the deep, gaping wound in his shoulder and the flow of blood that seeped from it.

    “Then what do we do?” Zach asked, his face distraught as he looked up at me.

    “I don’t know if I’m strong enough to heal him,” I admitted, knotting my fingers in Cohen’s hair.

    “Heal him?” Daphne repeated. “How could you heal him?”

    I sighed. They had seen the demon now; I would just have to tell them the truth. “I’m an angel. Was an angel. I’m fallen now. But I still have some angelic power in me.”

    “A fallen angel?” Zach whispered, his eyes narrowed as if trying to tell if I was telling the truth.

    “Someone please tell me this is all some stupid game,” Daphne groaned.

    “It’s real enough,” I said, looking up at her.

    She stared at me for a moment before replying. “Just do whatever you can.”

    I placed my hands on either side of Cohen’s head and my palms began to glow. Healing energy surged through me and I urged it to pass into Cohen. Slowly, the blood began to stop flowing and the wound began to close itself up. I could feel myself weakening, my head was light and my whole body burned. How much longer could I hold on?

    For some reason I had the urge to look up and when I raised my head up to the sky I saw the most peculiar thing. Something was falling from above: it was gold and seemed to pulse and glow. It almost looked like liquid, twisting through the air towards me, falling slowly like a feather. It seemed to thin and become like smoke as it floated around me then twisted around my arms.

    Whatever it was it radiated angelic power and I felt my strength begin to return. Cohen’s wound closed; there was only a small scar left and a small puddle of blood under his arm.

    I gasped; removing my hands from Cohen’s head and the gold smoke unwound itself from my arms and rose back into the sky.

    “Wow,” Daphne gasped.