“Sorry,” I blur out, a little laugh escaping me. Of course I knew Da must hook up sometimes, I just wasn’t prepared or wanted to see it. Ew. I shake my head, trying to erase the image out of my head.
My quest moves on.
At the end of the hall, her room comes into sight.
Anasté Kaelith.
Well, there it is. My hand moves towards the door, knocking three times. Within a second the door swings open, my hand still in the air. Annie, her eyes wide.
“Well hello, Annie, or is that even your name?” I sneer at her. She makes an amendment to close the door in my face, but with my hand in the air I stop her.
“Not so fast.” I grin.
I march into her room. She had the courage to steal my memories. So I will have the courage to find them back.
Power pulls me into her direction, forcing me to look at her. “What do you want?” Her hands spin in the air, clearly using her magic. I reach for my dagger, but it goes stiff.
“I want an apology, and I am going to get back what is mine,” I bite back.
Her eyes well with something, like the girl I met is in there.
No, she is nothing more than a liar, I tell myself, fighting the inner debate.
“Nice haircut,” she curses.
Oh she is dead.
I jump forward, my body tingling and the light in her room shining out of their reach. She looks in shock and loosens her hold on me. She isn’t good at fighting because I have my dagger against her throat in no time.
“Where. Is. It.”
I command, instead of ask. She presses her lips together as I push her in a corner. I press harder, a little droplet of blood dripping over my dagger.
“I really thought we were friends,” I breathe out and emotions well up on me, but as I notice my dagger releasing, I press on again.
“Where is it,” I hiss.
“I can’t tell,” she whispers. She starts to stand on her toes trying to get away under my dagger pressing in her flesh. A ball ofbright light starts to dance above my free hand as anger bubbles and boils my blood.
“Do you want me to blind you? So that I can search in peace?” I snap at her, pressing the ball off light further towards her. She is locked between the wall and me with my dagger and light ball. She holds her words and I see it as a confirmation she will not tell me. How could I have not seen that she wasn’t telling the truth. I saw her as my friend. My first friend ever.
I release the dagger, leaving her reaching for her neck. I march away, leaving her with the ball off my light. It increases as I walk away and I let the magic rush through me. I am glad it is back. It took a while, but came back when I needed it. Perfect.
If she opens her eyes and looks into the light, she will be blinded. If she moves through it, she will burn.
She better not try. But I’m not going to tell her that.
Where would she keep it? She showed me the little bottle. It was glass, with a cork cap, filled with glitters. The bottle wasn’t bigger than her hand. I pull the drawers of her nightstand open.
Nothing.
Maybe her wardrobe?
Nothing.
I pull every door or drawer open and find nothing. I turn to her. “Where is it?”
I am screaming. The light presses her harder against the wall as she holds her eyes close firmly. And I am so happy my magic is back.
