Jim POV
I took a sharp inhale as pain coursed from a small point on my back. I gasped out in pain, my breath hot and my head became foggy.
I spun around and jumped away from my attacker.
My warm blood trickled down and dripped in portions around me. I held out my sword in surprise, my vision blurry and unfocused. Then I felt saliva drip from my mouth, my left hand, somewhat frantically, tried to find the wound.
A cold feeling settled within me as I felt myself topple to the side, air rushing past my ears. I gasped as I hit the ground, tiny needles poked and prodded as I felt my consciousness slowly slip away.
And I was gone.
Claire POV
I was visibly pissed.
This was not me losing a battle of chess against Blinky or being pinned by Jim lovingly in a sparring match.
No.
I was livid.
I instinctively charged out to get Jim. Time seemed to move slowly and the air around me felt thick, as if it was resisting me. Morgana smirked at my futile attempt sadistically, as she twirled a dagger in her left hand pleased at my desperate reaction.
Then painfully slowly, she approached Jim.
At this point I could no longer move, my very being restricted. However, this couldn't halt the tears that had rimmed my eyes threatening to spill. It was sheer will that they didn't. If Morgana saw her vulnerability flow, it would give her the complete satisfaction of taking away what she had come hold most dear.
Smirking wildly, Morgana reached down and took his hand and hoisted him up over her shoulder.
She then looked me directly in the eyes with the smile of innocence, but her eyes were pools of the pride in revenge.
Shakingly, in one last ditch attempt, I bit my lip, hoping the pain would shake me from the magic. I felt the blood drip from my lip to my chin, as I fell forward, Morgana's spell came crumbling down as I regained mobility.
I shot from the ground, but it was already too late.
He was gone.
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Man I've been gone awhile, lots of stuffs happended recently as most of you can tell what I'm refering to. I plan to update again more tomorrow, the only reason I don't continue here is because, I understand that I haven't updated in months and I believe that a quick one is better then none at all? Idk please give me you're thoughts in the comments, how many of you are still here? anyways...
I hope my writing has improved... eventually I'll go back and edit the crap out of that first chapter. I'm too embarrassed to even look back properly right now. Ugh. *cringes*
In any case. Feel free to bug the hell out of me. I'll let you know if it becomes a problem of sorts. Just don't over do it, please. I have the attention capacity for things that become boring of a bird. I just won't sit for it. Lol.
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How to Forgive
FantasyWhat if Jim found his dad. Who would he be? What would he look like? How could he ever face him, even address him like a father, knowing what he has done to his family. Going off alone to save someone could lead to torture, bloodshed, and maybe his...
