Aaron’s POV
I watched as Altair went to pick up his scattered books. He was worried about me. I hated when he was worried about me, but there’s nothing I can do about how I am, what I feel... I thought sadly. I picked up a few pots and pans and went to making dinner. We’ve both lost weight from the scarcity of food. Yet Altair managed to appear the same, build, tone, so forth. I probably look like a walking skeleton. I thought blankly as I walked to the sink and filled a pot with water to boil.
“Make sure the stuff is fresh this time, Aaron!” Altair called from the next room.
I laughed. “I will!” I turned off the water when it reached the middle of the pot and walked to the stove. I looked around in alarm. There was fire everywhere; it wasn’t there a minute ago. It seemed to spread from the stove like a wildfire. It rose and rose and crept towards me. “A-Altair..! Altair!” I screamed in fear. I took a step back and fell dropping the pot. “Stop…Stop…!!” I raised my hands over my head for protection.
Altair ran in, the look on his face was as if I was dying. “Aaron!” He knelt by me and shook me. “Look at ME, it’s not real, it’s not real”
The fire seemed to fade away. I held my head in my hands. “I’m sorry…I…I dropped the pot…”
“Shut up” He helped me stand. “Go sit, I’ll clean up okay?”
“But-“ he cut me off as he pushed me out of the kitchen. I sighed as I sat on the couch. I held my head in my hands. I’m ok, I’m totally fine, hey…Altair got spices, maybe that’ll get things off my mind. I thought as I got up and walked to where we carried our supplies.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Broken Crusade (boyxboy)
Fantastik~This is a collaboration between tumblr users Fatesdawn and xxsacredangelxx~ Altair is a warlock living during the rebirth of the witch trials. His home is in shambles and the town he's living in now is broken down and in poverty. He's never lived i...
