All Mine // Wmmap

Stronger

Ah so- cheerful morning, dark afternoon. You'll see what I mean, anyways, Athanasia finally gets the will to become stronger, not in a good way though haha.

Enjoy the chapter, I'm sorry if it's kinda depressing and gory- it's just for the storyline though I promise ;-;

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I was the one to wake up.

Curled up in the same position I had settled with earlier, I felt a warmth besides me. Glancing down, I narrowed my eyes when noticing the pair of arms wrapped around me.

Ejekiel-

Despite that, his grasp felt warm, and I was embarrassed to say that I didn't want to move. Sure the position when thinking about it was uncomfortable, but it was warm, and after all that venturing around, I wanted a little break.

I still need to get out of here.

So I laid there, despising the position, but not doing anything about it. It seemed to be morning, so I figured I'd have to leave soon enough.

I should get going now...

With that, I sat up, slowly taking Ejekiels hands off and standing up. I cast him one last look back, and I found myself brushing a strand of hair from his face.

"Thank you," I said with a sigh, and I let myself succumb to the fresh morning heat out in the streets. Teleporting can much more easier to me now, and a swell of joy boiled up in my chest at the thought of being stronger.

Watch out Lucas, soon enough I'll be just as strong as you!

The thought continued its way as I skipped along the streets, people jostling around the market. With my cloak, I figured I didn't fit in too well with everyone else, I looked suspicious, so maybe I could wear normal clothing? I figured it would be fine as long as I hid my eyes, and did something with my hair.

Plan: Disguise-

I may have gone a little overboard, especially considering that I could create money out of thin air. I bought a scrunchie for my hair, cute sunglasses for my eyes, and a cute little dress that a lot of the girls at the market were wearing.

I should be able to blend in easily.

And I did, roaming around the area and no one suspected me! Now I didn't even have to wear a cloak, which I had bundled up into my hands as I pranced around.

All I had to do was stay like this, hidden and normal, and wait till dad got his memories back. Then all would be fine, I'd come back home, and forget this ever happened.

As I walked, I stumbled into a more deserted street, sketchy looking houses on the sides. I didn't run away like most little girls at my age would, no, it reminded me too much of my life before this, where I had lived in a similar complex.

"Hey girl!"

Glancing to the side slowly, I knew what was coming. Sure I may have lived in places like these in a past life, but I was in no state or position to be roaming around them now.

Oh no...

They were all men, except for the one women in the front, bursting with laughter like the rest of them. They were all holding beverages, and I could almost smell the terrible scent of alcohol. They reeked.

Despite it being midday, a few of them stepped in my direction, almost stumbling over their own feet as they made their way towards me. I took a step back, knees weak as they gave away. I fell down, only being able to stare up at them.

I'm going to die.

I may have been over exaggerating, but at that moment it did feel like life or death. And I couldn't do anything.

The fact that I could teleport was far too gone out of my head, and I only squealed when one of them grabbed my wrist.

"Let go of me!"

I thrashed around while the others laughed, the woman standing closer. The man that was holding my arm didn't let go, and the lady bent to my level, eyes glaring.

"Yknow," She said with a drawl, tilting her head menacingly. "I wish I had such a pretty face, it's not fair." She stood up, lifting up the bottle as she let out a drunken laugh. "But if I didn't get such a pretty face."

"I won't let you have one."

And then the bottle came down right on my head, thwacking me right above the forehead. If it didn't hurt so much, I would've told her that she hit my head, not my face.

I started bawling, screaming and thrashing as the blood leaked down my face. I felt woozy, and I knew it was blocking me from the majority of the pain I should've felt.

To my horror, she lifted the bottle again, bringing it down as I screamed. It came down on the same spot, and this time the bottle broke into shards, the glass littering the floor.

All I could see was blood.

"Lucas!" I screamed out of instinct, the dark haired boy coming to thought as the pain blistered through my head. "Lucas help!" I was sobbing, having stopped thrashing around.

I just wanted it to all go away, the pain, the blood, the wretched laughs and glass.

My glasses had fallen off, and my hair was scrambled and untidy, the dress was covered in blood.

But I wasn't on the streets anymore.

No, I had teleported to the comforting place of a the field, the green grass tickling my legs as I sat. I kept on sobbing, tears trying to wipe away the intangible sense of blood. But it was everywhere, and I had no choice but to weep.

What a pathetic princess I was.

I sat there on the ground, feeling sorry for myself, hoping someone, anyone would help me. To have someone wrap there arms around me, help me, I didn't care.

No.

I sat there, and the realization came like a low chord on a piano. Harsh, sharp, steady.

No one was here.

No one was going to help me.

I was alone.

The thought brung only more tears to my eyes, and my hands found their way to the grass, tugging it out.

That's right, no one was here for me right now.

My thrashing stopped, and I only stared up at the trees that surrounded the field, my eyes growing dark.

I didn't need their help

I would be fine on my own, I would survive on my own.

I stood up, the pain on my head making me stumble down.

Get back up!

I scrambled to my feet, the dizziness only taking over and throwing me to my backside again.

I said get back up.

This time I stepped carefully on my two feet, staying sturdy as drops of blood leaked onto the glass.

I wasn't going to push away everyone, that wasn't my plan, I was only interested in growing stronger myself. To be able to defend myself, to attack, so that no one would need to protect me anymore.

So that I can prove my worth.

My thoughts went back to Claude, my father. Our fight, the way his magic protected me, I shouldn't be depending on him to fight for me, I should be able to fight for myself, protect myself, especially when he was attacking his own magic.

One hand wiping the blood from my forehead, I felt a sharp pain, not letting the sound of it escape my mouth.

I'm going to get stronger.