WITH HELD

If. Part Two.

My life feels like a badly written book, I live in the "One Tuesday morning.." or "I opened my eyes, and grumbled - SHIT!.."or "I waved my hands around, and no magic made him come back.."

"Trin. Look at me. Look. At. Me. Now!.." Stella gave me a small shake, my teeth jarred in my mouth. "We will eat. We will go out. Truth will direct us.." Stella gave me a stern look, a frown (The look didn't suit her, it made her look just as worn as I felt) "The lying pictures in our heads need a reality. I know, we're marked women at present. The world knows of us, hates us. The police are allowed to kill on sight, or worse - Drag us back to lord-ass himself.." Stella had stopped saying Lucian's name.

"He might get us? We might see Ethan? Stella? I might be able to see Ethan? oooo!..." My body suddenly went cold/hot. My brain started spinning in my head. ETHAN! He could see me! I could see him! An odd thundering pulse started to ring in my ears. My witch blood, my pure Shadow red witch blood started to zig-zag sing within my veins.

Stella's eyes went wide, then she narrowed them (Made a small tutting noise)

"Trinity! Stop! Listen..."

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Abby sat, back straight as an arrow, head high.   Her chest hurt, her head ached, all her thoughts went to Hector. He was the sweetest young man she had ever met, he had his limitations - Abby sensed she could never think beyond what he was at present. But, that wouldn't be him forever. Abby was going to do everything within her power to ensure he was more (He was himself again) She had power with Ethan and I. We together were going to mend what had been violently done to him.

Abby put her head in her hands, hell had come, and found us all. Small wet tears slid down her cheeks.

In the centre of her hands, she felt in tense pain. Hector was in grave danger, and she was trapped in a forest (With Fern, who didn't look like Fern any more) Abby looked over to her friend, Fern looked like a fairy with no mind. Fern was functioning, caring for her - Gave all appearances of being somewhat okay. But, Abby saw the quiet moments - Fern would stare up at the sky (Scratch her arms) If she saw Abby look at her - She look away, turn. Keep digging her nails into her arms.

They were both at a loss, deeply in trouble. They were without us, and the ones they loved the most. Lucian had royalty screwed everything up.

(Small whisper) pisss! fern? Fern, Fern? FERN FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS GREEN! Answer me!.." Abby tried to lower her voice, smile. Fern was now staring right at her, small thin hands shaking/doing their own thing.   She was sitting crouched on the forest floor, she moved a little to show she had heard Abby.    She really was trying to keep her self intact, but her mind was drifting.     If there was danger, all attention to Abby.    If things were quiet, Pixie - Pixie flooded her every living fibre.

"Fern. We have to make a plan. We need to find Trinity and Stella.     We need the others too..."      Abby looked at her hands, she and Fern hadn't wash in...?     Days?    A month?   It was too long!  Fairies don't allow themselves to become unhygienic.    Some of her kind may pass the "washing" requirements at times, but always in the end - A dip from a lake/river, any water source happens.      It was just their way.

"The curse must be broken. No one is living. They may pretend, but their not.      Lucian must be stopped, all things natural must be allowed back..."      Abby felt a small hand on her leg.     She looked down at Fern, the woman didn't look well.     Abby thoughts moved to her father, looking at Fern made her think of her father at times, was he even still alive?      A pinging tension poked her right in the centre of her head. Too many thoughts!