YOU.

A Scene from a story I'm working on

When I wake up, the room is spinning. I'm not quite sure which spinning room I'm in, but it's going around fast and my guts react by spilling everything inside of me out onto the floor.

"Kalama! Kalama, are you okay?", Coburn cries. I'd love to assure him that I'm okay, but I'm sure it's quite obvious that I am not.

"Oh, Burnie. I'm just fine sweetie. Go back to whatever you're doing."

He drops the toy in his hand and dashes over to my side. I deduce that this must be his room.

"No, you're not! Your arm is bleeding!"

"It is?", I groan. I check my left arm, and it is in fact, bleeding. So that's where the pain was coming from.

I have nothing else to say. I don't want anyone to see my illness or bleeding arm, but I'm in so much pain, that not receiving help would be a death wish. The room spins faster and faster and Burnie's voice rings more and more in my mind.

"I'm getting help!" He says at once, but it feels as if he's saying it over and over again.

I feel frail and weak, I can't die from bleeding out, so why do I feel like I'm dying?

As everything continues to distort, I have a great epiphany.

Adara's sword was poisonous.

Swords are useless in the Underworld because immortals don't bleed out, but we can overdose. Whatever she used feels stronger than what I would imagine Elixir or D.S. to feel like. The only thing that could be this powerful is Grimm's Ice. A crystal-like drug that is peach-colored and translucent. When mixed poorly—accidentally or on purpose—it can kill fire-creatures within days, hours, or even minutes.

"I don't want to die here. Not now...The Underworld needs me" I weakly cry to the empty room.

My body shakes violently and my vision blurs. My senses are nearly gone, and I no longer feel connected to my body.

"Kalama!" Zale's voice calls out to me.

"Za..." I croak.

Zale does only what the Prince of the Sea could do. 

He snaps his fingers, and all of the symptoms stop. I'm still very cold, but I can see and hear much better. The shaking is gone, and I don't feel as if death is around the corner and about to kiss my weakened body. My arms cease to bleed and the vomit vanished into thin air.

Zale and Coburn are both at my side. Burnie cries into my hair, and Zale holds my face tenderly in his hands. I find myself lost in the glow of his blue hair and eyes.

"Kalama—"

"I'm fine." I reassure him.

"is she fine, Zale?"

"Burnie, go away for a bit." Zale mutters, his glowering eyes don't leave my face.

Coburn pouts and crosses his arms, "I always have to leave!" He shouts. As he walks away he still throws his tantrum, "Even in my own room, I have to go!"

I stand up, and turn to leave as well.

"STOP!" Zale demands.

I stop.

"Kalama, what the hell was that!" His voice is loud and unforgiving, "You're really just going to walk out on me like you weren't just about to die!? Walk out on me without telling me!? Do I matter to you at all!?"

Something tells me that he's not simply angry at my being hurt. I must've done more to him to get such a strong reaction. Zale never cares about anyone.

At least until now.

"Zale, what are you mad about? I'm okay now!"

"You left!" he shouts without hesitation. "You were gone for days without a single word! You didn't even tell me where you went! You didn't even tell me you were gonna go! And...and when I finally see you again, you're hurt! I was so worried...I...I didn't know what to do!"

"Zale..."

"You looked dead!"

"I wasn't dead."

"If you were dead, I wouldn't know what I would do!"

"I'm okay, now!"

"I would never forgive myself, if you were to die."

...

"I'm sorry", I whisper.

He remains silent.

I try to ignore the tears in his eyes, and the tears in my own eyes. I had no idea that he would worry so much about me going away. I also had no idea that I was gone for so long! My apparating skills aren't as masterful as Azula's are. I wish I would have never caused him so much pain.

"I really am sorry, Zale. I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. Honest."

"It's okay. And...you're okay too." It sounds as if he's talking to himself more than me.

His hands wrap around my wrists, and he tugs, pulling me closer to him. Closer than I've ever been to him.

"I didn't mean to overreact. You're just...really important to me."

We stay in this close position much longer than needed. On my tippy toes, I reach out and push his stray hair behind his ear. His pink lips form a true smile that stretches across his much more relaxed face.

"You're really important to me too", I confess. 

Author's Note:

Soooooo I don't quite expect to publish this particular story to Wattpad (perhaps), but Fire Inside the Blue Eyes is my lifetime's work. I really really REALLY hope you found it entertaining <3

xo, 

       starchild002