[Completed] Amira is a human who finds herself thrust into a world she doesn't know. Once she wakes up in the strange town of Woling, she has to fight to regain the memories of the evils she committed in order to keep her past from destroying everyt...
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I'm alive.
I'm alive.
I kept repeating it to myself as we left the room and began making our way to the living area where Axle had left Cara. I stilled at the top of the stairs.
He had said that the rest of the Council was here too, but I wouldn't be meeting them yet. Crion would be there, obviously, but my main concern at this moment was Alba.
"Where is Alba?" Alba, Eon had sent her to the car before... before it all. But where was she now? Safe? Gods I hope she's safe.
"The girl right?" Axle stopped beside me and motioned me to start walking down the stairs. I looked up at the landscape on the wall and slipped my hand into Axle's. "She's staying with Emma right now, sweet kid."
"So she's alright then?" Axle squeezed my hand.
"Last I checked she was bouncing off the walls on a sugar high, she's fine."
"Eon and I took her," I felt my eyes burn. "Her dad might be looking for her. She wanted to come with us, but it was wrong–"
"Taking that girl might be the only decent thing the two of you did together. Her dad was found dead back at the motel, heart attack," I looked up at Axle, my heart breaking. "She's safe here. I promise you that she's safe." With that he nudged me towards the stairs again and we both began our descent.
The old wooden steps creaked under our weight in a nice familiarity as we moved and I was so lost in the pounding of my own heart that I hadn't noticed that we were at the bottom of the steps until a solid body tossed itself at me and wrapped me up in warm wiry arms.
"You had me worried sick, you dummy! Never do that again!" She held me back at arms length with a stern expression guarding her teary eyes before she pulled me back close with her wet eyelashes brushing against my skin as we hugged.
Cara and I had never been that close, not our whole lives, not even when our parents were still around. We wouldn't even be classified as friends when I was so dependent on her that I needed her to breathe. We hardly ever hugged, no affection gestures or sayings.
I don't even know her birthday and I doubt she knows mine.
"I– I'm sorry?" Cara laughed and pulled away, snapping from the hug haze. "I'm not really sorry. I didn't mean for any of it to happen, and I didn't want Leaflet to suck me through a mirror.. thing. But I guess, well, maybe I am sorry. For some of it, not all of it," Cara cut off my ramblings by lightly touching two of her fingers to my forehead. I blinked at her in confusion until a prickling sensation spread throughout my entire body, the areas that ached badly were now burning as a warmth flooded through me.
It stopped the second she pulled her hands away and I gaped back at her. Every thought in my head was clear, which was something I don't know if I have ever felt. In recent history, there hasn't been a single moment where I was uninjured and unjumbled.
