Head in the Clouds

Chapter 21: Tell Me What You Know

"Are you going to tell me what's going on or not?" Deidre asked rather abruptly.

Deidre wasn't growing impatient- not at all. In fact, she was prepared to stay there all day if she had to, but she had to consider why he wouldn't answer her question. She knew he knew way more than he was willing to share, but was insistent on letting her know what her father did or did not do.

"You want me to be upset with my father," she thought, "You want to keep me here as long as possible."

"Can I finish my story?" He scoffed as though Deidre was bothering him.

"Why?" She asked.

"Why?" Repeated Bellamy.

"Why do you care whether or not I hear this story?" She asked, "You say that my father paid for me not killing the princess with his life. I believe you. Let's move on."

"Huh," Bellamy mumbled lowly. He looked at her for any sign of distress, but there was none. Her eyes didn't shift. Her lips didn't tremble. Her voice didn't crack. She was calm. Why wasn't this working?

"Now, I'll ask you again, and if you don't answer I'll just leave," she proposed, "Why do I have magical abilities?"

His attention shifted over her shoulder, but she knew better than to turn her back to him to check it out. It took a few seconds to realize what may have been going on.

"You see spirits?" Bellamy asked. He smiled a bit more genuinely behind her then back to Deidre.

"Huh? I thought she was dead," replied Deidre softly.

Bellamy nodded his head and focused his eyes on the black-haired lady standing just a foot behind Deidre.

"She's not dead," reported Bellamy a moment after inspection, "Yeah, I can't see dead people. She may have died and become a spirit, but she's not a soul anymore."

Deidre still didn't look back. Bellamy turned his attention to the spirit once again.

"Ay! Wacko spirit lady! What gives?" Called Bellamy, but she didn't respond. Instead, she disappeared into thin air, "Welp, she's gone."

In an action, so swift you'd miss it if you blinked, Bellamy sat on the ground with his legs crossed one over the other. He gestured for Deidre to do the same, and she complied reluctantly.

"So... magic," he said, "How'd you get it?"

Deidre narrowed her eyes at him.

"You already know that too," she accused.

He scowled at her, his lips falling from its smile for the first time since she arrived. She knew it, she cracked him.

"You're not gonna tell me how to deal with this, are you?" She asked.

He shook his head rather slowly.

"You don't know why this happened, do you?"

"Deidre, you already know why you have these powers," he said, "Someone as critical as you had to have figured it out by now."

She stirred on it for a moment. She thought back to the night of the merge. She remembered the room and the glass that shattered yet didn't harm them in any way. She remembered the glowing eyes.

"The merge," she said, "I know something happened to us then, but I don't know what and how. Before now, I thought all this magic nonsense was just fairytales."

"Well, after the world fell it became fairytales," he claimed.

"The world fell?" She thought.

"What do you mean, 'the world fell?'"