Wither Sickness Book 5: Legends Remembered

Chapter 3: Part 2

Still Sylvia Pov:

I blink rapidly and my foggy vision clears. My head hurts and my dry throat stings.

I try to move my hands, but their....confined to something. My eyes threaten to fall and why do I feel...exhausted again?

Did I faint? I blink again. Where am I? My vision clears even more.

"Finally decided to wake up eh."

I perk up instantly and narrow my eyes.

"...Why...," I say, gritting my teeth, blinking heavily. "...What do you want from me."

Genesis laughs and takes a step forward. "Sylvia you don't need to worry about that."

"If you just want to kill me. Then kill me nothing's stopping you." I say plainly, messing with the tight shackles around my hands.

"Oh I know, but where's the fun in that."

Genesis puts her freezing hand underneath her chin and I swear a chill runs down my spine.

Genesis bends down, a smile tugging on her lips. "You'll be joining our side soon anyway," She says.

"Wait ar-," Genesis puts her hand up and places her index finger on her lip.

My furious shouts suddenly were muffled and I huff and decide not to waste my breath any longer.

"That's better," Genesis says, chuckling.

I mutter underneath my breath. "Sorry sweetheart, but your gonna have to speak louder than that."

I gaze at her, completely annoyed before rolling my eyes.

"I know your soft Sylvia," She says and my vision darkens slightly. "But I'm just gonna have fun breaking you anyway..."

Genesis chuckles, cracking her knuckles, "Just like I did to Sylvie."

Petra Pov:

I bite into a juicy watermelon, juice squirting on my bottim lip. The sun's barely rising over the horizon, but something about today just doesn't feel....right.

I don't know what it is, but I continuously brush it off.

I walk towards Sylvia's house, but when I get there whimpers are coming from behind the door, whining even.

I hesistate for a second before knocking on the wooden door. I whistle to myself, and tap my foot against the dense ground.

"Sylvia?" I ask after a while, hearing sharp nails scratching the door. Now I'm concerned.

Is she still asleep? I mean she did hint that she was tired, but my childhood friend was never one for staying alseep for too long.
I mean yesterday we did get back really late, but still.

Carefully I twist the doorknob. Unlocked...?
That's strange...

A cool unsettling breeze rolls across my face and I'm met with warm crystal blue eyes.

"Hey Petra," Sylvia says.

"Uh hey...," I say awkwardly.

Sylvia's dog growls, pawing at her leg.

"What's wrong boy?" Sylvia asks, glancing at Sparky.

"Come on in Petra," Sylvia says and I raise my eyebrow, but I walk in anyway.

"So what brings you here?" She asks and my eye's trail over to Sparky who is now barking and growling at Sylvia.

Since when does he bark at Sylvia again?