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It’s almost that time of the year again... Don’t forget to thank Jack Frost next time you spend 15 minutes scraping ice off your windshield.
Redraw because school is coming up fast!
And there she was. I suddenly couldn’t feel my heart beating.
She was under an umbrella— her pale skin had always been sensitive to the sunlight. Her curly red hair was half tied up in a bun, half laying over her shoulders. Her brows were raised in a nonchalant sort of curiosity as she eyed the odd visitors on her porch. She was watching me.
Seeing as I was crippled, Jack butted past with a winsome grin. “Would any of you fine ladies happen to be Aila Galloway?”
Aila nodded politely. “I am she.”
Her voice sounded just like I remembered. High pitched, but smooth and confident, with just a hint of an English accent. Every word deliberate and considered.
My heart started beating again. Suddenly, I was moving. My arms reached out against my will. I had to touch her. I had to make sure she was real... that she wouldn’t crumble. My palm nearly connected with her face, but she gently pushed my arms down. Her forehead crinkled in concern and bewilderment.
“Hello there...” she greeted, a bit uneasy. “Is there something I can do for you, dear?”
I didn’t know what I had been expecting. I knew she wouldn’t remember me. But for some reason, I still felt a powerful ache split through my chest. My hands fell back to my sides.
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A Harsh Blow for Me
NOTE: This short story takes place within the events of my book Found but Lost (https://www.wattpad.com/1176782195-found-but-lost-a-rise-of-the-guardians-fanfiction), particularly between chapters 6 and 7. If you haven't read the story, please enjoy the scene anyway and feel free to check out the full book!
I slammed into the ground back first and tumbled uncontrollably through what felt like sand. It scratched at my skin until I finally skidded to a halt, sprawled on my stomach. I lifted my face and spit sand from my mouth.
I heaved myself to my feet and staggered. My head was still spinning, but the only thought in my mind was escape. Glancing back and forth desperately, I found I was now on an island surrounded by ocean. But it wasn't just any island. I rubbed my fingers across the sand clinging to my arm. It was gold... a familiar gold.
A strange sound behind my head drew my attention. When I turned, the same portal I was sucked through was floating in mid air. I could just barely see the night sky and snow on the other side before it was distorted by a golden color.
I drew closer, squinting curiously.
The portal heaved. The shape of the golden fellow appeared. For a moment, he hovered there. Then his eyes rolled, and he lurched outward just as the swirling colors shrunk to a close. I scrambled backwards as he collapsed to the ground. He didn't move again.
I glanced back and forth, then dared to crawl closer. I hesitantly reached forward and rolled him onto his back.
He was unconscious, lips slightly parted, eyes shut gently, but with his eyebrows creased and frozen in an expression of fear. A long, red slice stretched from his shoulder across his chest, already welling with blood.
An image of a black knife flashed in my mind. He had pushed me out of the way. He had taken the blow for me.
Before the idea even had time to register, something else drew my attention. I leaned a little closer, squinting and trying to make sure I wasn't seeing things. The hair on the back of my neck stood up.
His form surrounding the slice, everything from his skin to his robe, was turning black. And the black was spreading.
For many years, I wondered whether or not I was still capable of healing as I had been during my lifetime. But in that moment, my instincts completely took over.
Disregarding every rational thought, I leaped to my feet, stooped down, and gathered the little man in my arms. He dangled limply against my chest. I could immediately feel the heat pouring off him. I had to hurry.
There was a giant castle of the same golden sand behind us, which I guessed was his home. I didn't have time to look around, though. My brain had turned hyper-focused, my sight became tunnel vision. Nothing else mattered except the patient.
I threw the doors open so harshly the bang echoed through the rooftops, and I raced down the hallways.
Finally, I found a bedroom. I gently laid him over the blankets, then scrambled back out. There had to be a bathroom or something... somewhere a first aid would be kept. I bit my lip and grunted in frustration as I thought of the first aid kit I carried in my purse. If someone hadn't kidnapped me, I would have it now.
I caught a glimpse of a sink in a room down the hall. I raced towards the door. Inside, I tore every drawer open. A little red box finally caught my eye behind the mirror. I pulled it down onto the sink and threw the lid open.
There were bandages, forceps, painkillers... the basics you'd find in a first aid. With not much else to work with, I slammed the kit shut and bustled back into the bedroom.
He lay on the bed still, with sweat beading on his forehead. The pained expression on his face had contorted even farther.
I pulled back his robe to reveal his chest and get a better look at the puncture. Ice filled my veins. The black was still spreading. Like a disease. And sometimes, there was only one way to get rid of a disease.
You had to cut it out.
Without giving myself much more time to think, I reached back into the first aid kit and began to desperately dig. I needed a scalpel... or a knife... or anything sharp. Tools flew off the edge of the bed. I scraped to the bottom of the container until, finally, I found a scalpel.
I disinfected the blade, then spun back around towards the little man. I crouched over him. For the first time, I hesitated. The knife just hovered over his skin for a moment as a lump filled my throat. It had been several hundred years since I operated on someone. I wasn't ready, especially not for a procedure this intense.
I swallowed hard and clenched my fist around the scalpel. There was no one else here. Either I helped him, or he died. I was his only hope.
I forced my eyes open, took a deep breath, and steadied my hand.
I began to slice. Thankfully, the knife cut smoothly. I gave the strange, black sand a wide berth. To my surprise, the "skin" just crumbled away.
The black sand was spreading fast, even faster than I thought. To my horror, it continued spreading, even after I cut it off. I huffed, my heart beginning to thump harder.
The man suddenly gasped. He jerked awake, slapping the scalpel right out of my hands. I dove after it.
Something clenched my hand as I stooped down. I jumped upright, nearly bashing my head off the bedside table. He was clenching my hand. His eyes were open somehow, and he was staring at me. There was terror in his expression... terror like I'd never seen before. His eyes bulged. His breath heaved.
The outburst only lasted for a moment. His eyes rolled, and he collapsed again. But his hand still held onto mine.
My hands stopped shaking. My heart calmed itself. Time seemed to slow down, and there was only me and him. I was still a doctor. I gripped the scalpel tightly. I could save him.
I sliced through the outer edge of the black sand. I couldn't cut too far back... so much of his body had been corrupted that there wouldn't be much left if I wasn't careful. Still, I sawed on. The black stopped spreading.
Finally, I had sliced every single bit of black from his golden skin. I scanned over the wound closely one last time just to make sure, and then I leaned back with a sigh. There was not a single tremor in my hands.
I couldn't help but grin slightly. I still had it in me...
Next came the stitches. It was a much more... relaxed process. I gathered the thread from inside the first aid, sanitized the needle, and pulled up a chair so I could sit beside him.
Already, I could see a difference in him. When I felt his forehead, the fever was gone, and his brow had relaxed. In fact, he almost looked... peaceful. His eyes laid shut, hands resting unclenched at his sides. If I had only seen him now, I would have never known that seconds ago he was thrashing in panic.
I made the first puncture, then slowly began to stitch up the wound. But I found myself a bit... distracted. Every once in a while, my eyes would travel up to him on their own. There was just something about his face... that benign demeanor that was in no way dull or naive... it was gentle, but at the same time so brave. Ready to feel pain if it meant saving others.
And now, as he laid in front of me, confusion pushed heavily on my mind. Who was he? Why did he kidnap me? But I couldn't be angry with him... this man had freed me. And saved my life as well.
I pushed the thoughts away for now. I finished up the stitching, and then pulled the bandages out of the first aid. I had to prop him up slightly to wrap them around his back and chest. But he remained unconscious.
I rested him back down on the bed, and his hands folded gently over his stomach.
I let out a sigh and sat back in the chair. He would be hurting when he woke up, that was for sure. But for now, I would leave him at peace. After all, he had taken a harsh blow for me.
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Probably looked crazy burying my sunglasses in the sand and then crouching down to get these pictures at just the right angle, but looking back, it was totally worth it.
Vine Swinging
A trip to the jungle.
One of the upsides of living with multiple wealthy fictional characters was that you had plenty to spend on extravagant summer vacations like a trip to the jungle.
All of us were perched on a deck of bamboo, lounging beneath the dappled sunlight filtering through the massive, vibrant green leaves. The air was heavy and humid, but for some reason what would have felt oppressive back at home felt refreshing here.
I, of course, was writing. But how could I stop? The jungle was brimming with inspiration! Birds chirping, creatures scampering... so many colors, so much potential. It was just the relaxing vacation we all needed.
At least, it was relaxing. Until Ishani began to eye one of the vines hanging from above with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She pulled on the vine a bit, then glanced down at the crystal blue pond below.