endgame // sebastian sallow

PT: seventeen

PT: SEVENTEEN
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Y/n's Perspective

A dense evaporative view was held upon me. All I heard within the inside of my ears was vibrations, a beep sound that didn't stop for a while. The pain in my head throbbed, and I mean, throbbed.

I can barely feel my throat let out a breath before coming back to my senses and adjusting my sight to my surroundings.

"Sebastian! No, Sebastian!" Anne's voice echoed in front of me.

I breathed heavily, my head getting a non-stop migraine as the memories inside my head settled with my new ones. Everything connecting and trying to make sense while I sat up.

"Take him, Anne. Apparate. Now. Save him." Ominis let out.

I felt drips on my left wrist and looking down, I gasped at the sight of blood. The adrenaline must've been so high, I didn't feel the pain, but the blood was non-stop, for a bit. Just a bit.

Anne Sallow was on her knees in front of me, crying as she petted the white arctic wolf below me.

Again, I can feel my heartbeat increase, the breaths inside my body wanting to leave so badly, "Sebastian?"

The man that I loved, that I mourned, that was still there for me. He was right on my feet, dying. Suffering.

I couldn't think. I couldn't rest. Behind Anne, I can see Atticus standing there with Miriam's bloody wand, attempting to catch the next Sallow twin off guard.

"As I once said, the Sallow twins are..."

I lost Atticus voice for a second, closing my eyes and feeling range. Anger. Revenge. That's all I felt. The coldness that was hiding away, wanting to burst out of my skin was finally preparing. It was cold. Very cold, but I saw it. I finally visualized it in my hand.

It was cold. It was blue. I could no longer control it. The memories. The trauma. The emotions. The feelings. There was no control. I was hit with that in one minute and that one minute affected everything inside of me. My knowledge, my strength, and my ability of what I was destined to do.

"You're not touching any of the Sallow twins," I warned, feeling the ancient magic in my skin cure up the scar the snake bit off. I healed myself.

Atticus Sweeting stared at me, having a hard time reading me, but then took notice of the range I conjured with the knowledge he once underestimated me with.

Anne apparated with the white arctic wolf from that repository. Although I was suffering from the pain of Sebastian being hurt — I was too distracted. I wanted to let it go first.

"Expelliarmus," Atticus pointed at me.

I dropped my wand before the spell can catch my hand and countered it, my hand waving in blue swirls, dropping it back to him.

"I don't need a wand, Sweeting."

The ancient magic hit Atticus hard, but due to the fact that he had taken a portion of it himself from the repository, he was somewhat powerful. But not like me.

"Blue eyes, blue hands," Poppy let out from afar, "That's why she was always cold."

I squinted a little, wondering how I was able to hear Poppy Sweeting so clearly even though she was yards away from the repository. Was this a new ability?