LXVII Shadows

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Achille's heel for an arvagonian is... its bellybutton. Usually, in that time of the year, the most hurting region of the body is the bellybutton, that's why they feel very weak. 

(Knowledge duh)

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Some blue-white-ish eyes were staring at them from the shadows of the already dark hallway. 

Teal was crouching over Green's hurting body, examining her and whispering  "stupid sister" over and over again. 

The pair of blue eyes looked dull at the sight of the catfight between siblings. 

Slowly, Green's head turned to face the other way, her emerald eyes locking with the blue ones as of she knew they were there. She was clutching desperately onto her stomach and chest and her dress seemed to have become a mess. 

"How come you're still not understanding that you can't hurt me. You can't hurt in general. Your power was granted to do good, what's so hard to comprehend?" Teal's calm and mocking voice was the only one heard. 

"I know... I already know that..." Green had a tight voice which sounded like she was on the verge of crying, but her eyes were bluntly staring into those blue ones, without winking. 

"Then, why are you..."

"I know what I'm doing very well. I understand that my decisions were bad and the worst and what are the consequences. I know everything. And I want to know more, that's why I'm doing what I'm doing."

"Eh~ Does that mean that you're not as stupid as I  thought? Tell me, how many stupids should I take back?"

"Half of them," she sighed and finally closed her eyes and turned to face him, face upwards. 

"That generous? I was expecting for you to say 'all of them' or something."

"I'm not that stupid to not know that I'm stupid. I'm just not as stupid as you think."

"So, you have a plan?"

"Obviously. Now, please say 'sorry'."

"Why?"

"So I can heal and make my wand a proper one again."

"Why? Where is your wand?"

"You just broke it."

"The Liana Spear was your wand!!?!? Oh, sorry!"

Green closed her eyes once again and the spear pieces came back together into her white feather, and it returned to her. The dress also was repaired and her pain was reduced close to nothing. Her head still hurt. Because two of the people she hated most were in the same room as her. And that hurt even more than having her wand broken. 

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