Hey guys! Here’s the followup to my story! Follow the posts using this label if you’re interested :)
“She should be waking up now.” A woman’s voice says. My eyes flutter open against my will and bright light fills my vision. Fragments of memories come rushing back and I remember with dread what I have done. Bile piles up in my throat and Faye’s face enters my line of sight.
“You okay? Cause you went all bonko back there,” she whispers. I nod and she moves away. I struggle to sit up and a lady in a dark cloak props me up against the pillows. I’m on a cot with bottles of potions surrounding me, but in front of me, is the last person I want to see right now. The Keeper. And like a beacon of light in darkness, a concerned Darius standing beside her, his face grim.
I want to say something but my throat is dry and I can’t get anything out. Darius comes next to me and hands me a glass of water. The water is sweet and soothing, but still that doesn’t really comfort me.
“What happened?” I ask, although I know what happened, I still wanted to make sure it wasn’t just my mind making it up.
“You tried to kill me.” The Keeper says, her tone isn’t forgiving or gentle. Her stare is enough to freeze a person. Darius sighs and glances at the Keeper.
“An Arlon took control of you and managed to make you attack her.” He looks at the Keeper again.
“You’re going to stay here for another day. In the meantime, I will tell you why the Arlons want you. You can attend to your classes now Faye.” The Keeper says, she moves over to the side of my cot and Darius pulls a chair over. She looks like this will be a big waste of her time. I glance helplessly at Faye who shoots me a look that says she’s sorry as she closes the door softly behind her.
“The Arlons can’t fight without bodies can they? That is why take control of certain humans, mainly the weak. They steal human souls and therefore, their bodies. That is the only way they can win this ancient war.” I wonder what this has to do with me, but I keep my mouth shut.
“They are very few who can hear them. Your blood is different from regular humans, and using your blood, they can take solid forms. They can take any form they want, which is what they almost accomplished today, Dove.” I don’t like how she says my name, as though it’s some kind of disease. “Getting a solid form is easier than possessing, and at the same time, it will make them stronger.”
“You can per-“ The Keeper stops when the door swings open and a man walks in.
“You’re needed on the grounds, ma’am. Someone spotted a shadow, they swore it was an Arlon,” the man says and my pulse quickens. The Keeper nods as if it is no more than a misbehaving student.
“Station more guards around the school. The Arlons are getting stronger. We will continue our discussion later, Dove.” With that she leaves the room in two brisk steps. Only after she leaves do I realize that I wanted to hear what she has to say, very, very badly.