The Last of the Fae
Summary: Allanon is acting strange and the reader is cross with him after what happens to Bandon.
Series: The Last of the Fae
AN: I’m not including characters in the series from now on because I can’t remember them all and well it’s kinda extra... The gif... She’s part of the story and I think this is actually after she was attacked...
Chapter Four
I ran to Allanon’s room, hoping to see him there, I caught him just as he was leaving.
“Allanon, thank god, the Changeling isn’t dead and is very much alive and wandering around Arborlon,” I say, slightly out of breath.
“I’ll let Eventine know when I next see him, and make sure he is more careful than he already is,” Allanon says and walks off. That was slightly odd, but okay. I think and decided to take a break from everything for a short while, desperately needing some alone time.
Time Skip
I had fallen asleep and was being awoken by Allanon. His face was grim and I knew something bad had happened.
“What’s happened?” I ask, dreading the answer.
“It’s Bandon. You need to come with me now,” He replied, and grabbed my hand and began to lead me to where Bandon was.
I could only follow after him, as he wouldn’t tell me what he had done. When we got to the room, I saw Bandon laying on the bed, just breathing. Something was very off, all he was doing was breathing, but I could sense something was wrong with him. I turn and look at Allanon, who was trying to avoid looking at me.
“What happened? What did you do?” I ask, stepping in front of him, to make sure he looked me in the eyes when he gave his answer. He finally looked at me, and I could see the regret in his eyes.
“I had him try and communicate through the Ellcrys, to get to Amberle, but then his eyes turned black and he collapsed after I got his hand off of the tree,” he replies. You stare at him for a moment before you turn to Bandon, because you cannot look at him at the moment.
“Why? Why would you do this after I explicitly told you that Bandon didn’t need to be involved in any of this? Did you even think to consider the consequences of what would happen?” I ask loudly, having turned to face him in the middle of your small speech. I crossed my arms, in fear that I might hit him if I didn’t.
He sighs, then, “Yes, I considered most of them, and I did not believe that this would, or even could happen. I swear, I didn’t want him to be harmed.”
“Yeah, well he’s hurt, thanks to you,” I say, and go sit next to where Bandon lies.
Allanon left the room for a brief time, and I grabbed Bandon’s hand, seeing if I could possibly heal him, or do anything at all.
I reached deep within me and call up on the magic of old. I pour the magic into Bandon to try and bring him back. I sensed darkness when I walked into the room and now I can feel it in him.
My magic battles the darkness in Bandon and I was able to relinquish most of it but I couldn’t take it all out, the darkness in him was almost as strong as the magic I held within me. I could’ve banished it all but I was too tired to do anymore.
I move onto the bed to lay next to Bandon so that I wouldn’t get a knot in my neck when I fall asleep.
When I woke next, it was to the sound of screams. I jumped up and saw Allanon and Bandon with pitch black eyes. Allanon was holding Catania by the neck.
I focus my magic and send a wave of light towards them, removing the demon’s hold on them. Allanon let go of Catania and stumbled a bit, while Bandon fell off the bed. Then, Arion came in and looked around the room.
“Take Catania with you and tell your father that the changeling is not dead,” I instruct Arion.
“I’ll tell him right away,” he says taking Catania with him.
I looked back to the other two in the room. “What happened to him?” I look to Allanon.
“The Dagda Mor has taken his soul,” he responded, placing Bandon back on the bed.
“That’s why I can’t restore him,” I say out loud. “I can’t vanquish the darkness because the darkness has taken him to a place I hardly go.”
“What do you mean?” Allanon looked to me.
“The Dagda Mor is strong but I’m stronger because I have the magic of the fae and that of darkness,” I start to explain. “Essentially it is possible for me to get Bandon’t soul back but I must be in a place that I can be undisturbed yet still have ties to magic,” I start pacing the room, Allanon’s eyes on my every movement. “It’ll take a toll on me and I must be in my true form so it can work,” I finish.
“Where is your magic strongest?” he inquires.
“Near the Ellcrys, the Druid Cave was also a good spot for me,” I answered.
“We can’t have you near the Ellcrys but you can take Bandon with you to the Druid Cave and do what needs to be done,” he determined.
“What about you?” I walked a little closer to him and grab his hand. “I can feel the darkness in you, let me help you,” I said about to let my magic flow into him.
“No,” he reclaimed his hand. “I can fight off the Dagda Mor on my own,” he said.
“But you don’t have to,” I looked at him with hopeful eyes.
“You need your magic to heal Bandon. You should not waste it on me,” he said with no room for argument. “Get ready to leave when night arrives, I will get everything set and talk with Eventine,” he walked out the room not even letting me say anything.
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