Writing Prompt Responses

War On Enochia

**Potentially triggering content below, proceed with caution**

Cesario stood at the foot of her bed, staring down at her. He cried silently. His ocean eyes dripped salty tears down his face. He had no idea why she had attempted to hurt herself. He sighed to himself and tucked his head into his hood. The others needed him. Slowly, painfully, they were suffering. He knew he had to wake her up.

He returned to her mind, his own made up. He only had one shot or they all died. The noose had cut off air supply to a set of veins heading to her frontal lobe, damaging her personality, and thus, the characters that she had created.

Cesario couldn't let anyone die.

He walked through the halls of the creative stories of her mind. Fanfiction was first. Then his door came.

In elegant script, the door was proclaimed "Project Enochia". Five years of work, finally coming into threat of going away.

He took a deep breath. All he had to do was consult Raphael. The archangel of medicine knew how to fix something like this.

It was not hard to find the kind green eyed angel, for Raphael was turning pages in books in his library. The archangel's eyes flew threw pages, scanning, searching, hunting for anything at all.

Cesario cleared his throat. "It was a suicide attempt."

Raphael sighed. "Not the first. Certainly won't be the last. We'll be fine."

Cesario yelled. "She's in a coma, Raphael! She's not waking up!"

"Only you can wake her up. But you have to manifest yourself in reality." Raphael explained, handing Cesario a book. "Good luck, kid. You're the only one who can do this because you're the first of us."

"Alright. Just promise me you'll take care of everyone." Cesario stated. "I guess I'll see you later."

"Oh no, there's no seeing us again. Once you manifest, you can't come back."