Next Mage -
59.Light-2
"What's going on?" I asked curiously, trying to keep calm and not jump to conclusions. I watched Emma closely for a few moments, sighing quietly in relief as I caught her chest moving quietly up and down as she took quick, shallow breaths. Marilla and Elvira looked equally confused and worried. Nobody answered my question, but the healing mages were speaking frantically to Marilla, with Elvira by her side, nodding her head frequently.
"Um, excuse me?" I tapped a spectating mage on the shoulder. He turned around, his face splitting into a wide grin as soon as his stone-grey eyes met mine. It was Onyx, a burly, stoic, chisel-faced man who rarely ever spoke. "Why 'ello there, lad," he said, voice like pebbles grating together.
I felt surprised that he spoke, but I politely shoved away the thought that I had actually never heard his voice before. Nor have I ever seen him smile, I observed, then shook my head, pushing that to the back of my mind too. "What're you doing 'ere? You should be out there, celebratin' your great victory! My daughter would give anythin' to shake your hand, boy; she even wants to get your autograph! I'm sure dozens of other girls would be linin' up, too," Onyx chortled as he winked at me.
"Uh, thanks," I murmured, not knowing what else to say to that. "But, um, do you know what's happened to Emma?"
Onyx's lighthearted expression suddenly turned back to its usual grim, stone-faced manner, his grin replaced by a frustrated frown. His square jaw tightened.
"Nobody knows," he replied glumly. Then he leaned down and lowered his voice:
"But the healin' mages 'ave got a hunch," he whispered.
"A hunch?" I said, gesturing for Onyx to carry on.
"They think...that Emma over 'ere...made eye contact with the Ragnarok."
"What?" I exclaimed in disbelief.
Everyone turned to look at me, and I felt myself redden.
"Uh--um. Never mind, get back to what you were doing," I said, flapping my hands at them, embarrassed. I caught Marilla and Elvira give me strange looks before bending over to fuss over Emma once more.
Emma made eye contact with the Ragnarok...but if you did, you would die! I frowned. Emma isn't dead...the power and energy of the Ultimate must've helped her somehow....she is in comatose, after all, I observed.
Reaching out, I grabbed both Marilla and Elvira's arms, gesturing for them to follow me. Marilla shook her head stubbornly. We need to talk, I mouthed. In private.
I drew them aside, and suddenly, words burst out of their mouths, as if they had been holding them in.
"Emma made eye contact with the Ragnarok!" They hissed quietly. Elvira looked around, as if watching for any eavesdroppers.
"I know," I whispered back. "The only thing that's wrong with the theory is that Emma is still alive. I think--you know how Ultimates give you a huge rush of power?" Marilla and Elvira nodded vigorously.
"Well," I continued, "her Ultimate must've given her loads of energy--enough to keep her alive, even after looking into the Ragnarok's eyes, but only just. That's why she isn't waking up, but is still breathing. Are you sure the healing mages haven't tried waking her into consciousness?"
Marilla nodded her head.
"They have," she replied, "but nothing's working. I think--I think she's going to be unconscious for a long time."
Marilla's voice cracked at the end of her sentence, and she bit her lip, as if she were trying to hold back tears. Elvira put a comforting arm on her shoulder.
"Well then," I said, gritting my teeth determinedly. "I guess we'll just have to wait."
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The first thing I heard was voices.
Then sunlight streamed into my eyes, and I sat up, stretching.
"Good morning," I yawned to my roommates.
Only Kellen and Pax were awake. They smiled and greeted me tiredly back before resuming their quiet conversation.
Cam and Destan were only as far as the muttering and rolling about stage; Destan murmured something incoherent, rolling over and burying his face into his pillow, while Cam swatted at the air with his arms, looking irritable, even though he was still half-asleep.
I rolled my eyes, clambering out of bed.
My body felt rejuvenated; it was as if all the energy I had lost at the battle on Ragnarok Island had flown back into my body.
"So, excited for the feast today?" I asked slyly. "I bet there's going to be loads of food; hey Destan, I heard there's going to be your favourite human foods; think about those mountains and mountains of chili fries, dripping with sour cream...and there's even going to be those jellies that the water mages make that you love so much, you know, the ones that dissolve in your mouth and then the only thing you can taste for the next thirty minutes is the sweet, cool taste of ice-cream..." "Okay, okay, I'm up!" A muffled voice sounded from underneath Destan's pillow. Cam stirred at the descriptions of the food too, looking hungry.
"I guess you are looking forward to it. Man, I'm really good at waking people up, aren't I?" I said, smiling as I thought about the first time I had met Marilla and ducking as Destan threw a pillow at my head. "That magic jelly thing sounds amazing," Cam murmured sleepily, "too bad we don't have it on earth."
"Well, once a mage, always a mage. I'm sure you'll be able to visit, then you can get the best of both worlds," I said.
Then I frowned.
Should I stay? Or should I go? I wondered, shuddering. Stay with my mother...in a place that I no longer feel I belong...or...go to earth, where I can be with Marilla, and try to start life like a completely normal person? Shaking my head, I walked over to the bathroom to wash my face, pushing the thought of that hard decision to the furthest corners of my mind. ~Marilla's POV
I stepped out of my dorm, feeling refreshed.
At the same time, I noticed Oliver close the door of his dorm behind him, his hair slightly disheveled. I blushed when he noticed me.
"Good morning," he said casually, walking over to give me a tight hug.
"Good morning," I replied, breathing in his fresh, minty scent and wrapping my arms around his waist. We stayed hugging for a few moments, before he leaned down to kiss me softly on the forehead. I felt my cheeks redden.
"Ahem," I heard a voice cough, and Oliver and I were suddenly on opposite ends of the hall, pretending to mind our own business.
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