Eeek! We're nearing the home stretch! Only 6 more chapters until my beautiful story is all finished! I don't know whether to be happy, sad, or excited... Or all three! Anyways, sorry you guys had to wait so long for this update. Thankfully, I was ahead of schedule. Now I'm ON schedule. If I don't give you people another upload by next week, feel free to punch me. This is just late because I've had a lot of drama lately that just kind of drained me. :P Anyways, enjoy reading! Votes, comments and whatnot are VERY much appreciated! Just a reminder that this is in the WATTY AWARDS, so EVERY VOTE COUNTS! Love you guys!
~Britt <3
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"Lovely, Nadia. You've been a great help to me. Shame that you have to die though. Well, unless you decide to join me, that is," Easton said cheerfully, the book clasped in his hands. I could feel the strengthening effects of the soup wearing off, and I stumbled toward the bed. Easton laughed at my attempt. Before I made it to the bed, I crumbled into a heap on the ground, my strength gone once more.
"I'd rather die than join you," I hissed through gritted teeth. I felt my phone vibrate from within its hiding spot and wished Easton would go away so I could check it using my last ounces of strength. For once, wishing actually worked! Easton left the room, chuckling darkly. I quickly took out my phone while I had enough strength. It took a lot of effort just to open the message.
Nadia, we're on our way. Stay strong.
Westley texted me back. Now it was my turn to laugh. Easton hadn't won after all, and because of him, Westley would get Revival.
My head spun and my vision blurred, causing my laugh to be stillborn upon my lips. I knew I was dying. I'd been forced unconscious enough since the end of the Summer that I could tell the difference. This was much colder, and made me feel vacant and hollow. Just before my mind faded and I was about to slip over the cusp of death, I heard an odd sound, like metal against metal, and swearing. What an odd thing to hear before death...
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"Nadia, wake up! Live! You can't die yet! The world still needs you! I need you!" yelled a male voice. I squinted at the light shining through my eyelids and moaned. Why was everything so bright?
"Princess? Are you awake? Can you hear us...? Look! She twitched!" another voice practically yelled in my ear. I blinked my eyes open and regretted it. Why was it so freaking bright out! Where on earth was I?
"Did you see that? She opened her eyes!" the second voice yelled triumphantly. The first voice seemed to let out a tired laugh. Wait a second... I recognized that laugh! A shadow passed over my face and I dared to open my eyes.
"Westley?" I mumbled weakly. I clenched my fists and found that I was laying in grass. That must mean I'm in human size! "Whats going on?"
I saw a blue flames shoot overhead and collide with a tree, setting it ablaze with a shower of sparks. It was the same tree I'd fallen out of however long ago. Westley's face grew grim as he sheltered me from the blast.
"Get her to safety Edmund! I'll take care of Easton," Westley ordered as he drew a sword from the sheath strapped to his belt. It glistened in the sun and with a pop he was fairy size and flying in the direction the fire had come from.
"Come on, Princes. Off we go!" the man who I assumed to be Edmund roared as he scooped me into his arms. With another pop we had shrunken down to fairy size. Edmund's wings unfurled into existence and he lifted us into the air with just a few flaps.
