Brandon's Point of View

"Brandon!! Brandon!! Please!! Get up!" Molly's voice sounded frantic as she shook my body back and forth.

"Fea... ther...." I croaked, my eyes slowly opening.

"No, Brandon... I need you to get up... please... Feather's hurt really bad!" Molly pleaded. Her arm wrapped around mine as she pulled me off of the ground.

... Ground??

What was I doing on the ground?

"Help me pick her up!" The world started to spin as Molly spoke again. She quickly rushed over to another unconscious body on the ground.

Slowly, I staggered, Making my way over to her. Molly's eyebrows furrowed when she grabbed the wrist of the unconscious person.

"Her pulse is slowing down! Help me, Brandon!" Molly rose her voice to a more panicky tone.

I blinked slowly once my vision cleared.

All of a sudden, I felt a piece of me shatter when I saw it was Feather on the ground. Her skin was a sickly pale blue color, Dark streams of a scarlet liquid dripped down her face.

Occasionally, Feather's muscles would twitch, making her body jerk violently.

"No..... No..... No!" I whispered. My sympathy was getting in the way of denial.

She couldn't have gotten this---

How did she---

Surely....

She couldn't have gotten this hurt while performing that ritual.

.... No... She's strong...

She's.... strong...

The world began to spin again.

"Brandon! Brandon!! Help me carry her!!"

She... couldn't have...

No... I didn't---

I was trying to--

.... help..... her....

The world faded to black as I hit the ground once more

Feather's point of view

"Hey... can you get up now??"

I felt something jab against my side. Soon, that jab turned into a kick, making me groan in discomfort.

"Mhmm..." I said groggily. My whole body ached with unmeasurable pain.

"Feather! It's me! Get up!" I felt arms scoop my body and roll me over onto my back. Opening my eyes, I see the familiar robes, pulsating with a bright light against the void behind him.

Ki.

"Hey..." I whispered, smiling,"This is a dream... right?"

I remember this place... from a while ago... it's where Ki and I first formally met..... Ki's void....

My vision couldn't help but blur trying to focus on his face.

"Yes-- There's a reason--"

"I forgot you can go into dreams..."

"---- Yes! Now that's---"

"Wait.... I thought you were unconscious?"

"That doesn't stop me from using magic completely anyways---"

"Why haven't you done it sooner... you know... go into my dreams.."

"--- Because it--"

"Would of come in handy many times.... especially when I had nightmare---"

"--- THE AUTHOR FORGOT, OKAY??"

"... the....what?"

Ki scowled at me.

"Nothing. Never mind. We don't have time for this."

"Time for what?"

I watched as Ki paced around me, his robes fluttering with every step.

"Look! I need to know why in the great Terrarian's name you were messing with magic!"

I blinked in confusion as I sat up.

"... I was helping.." I whispered. Ki stopped his frantic walk to look at me for a few moments.

"... I was helping to repair a magic mirror...." I continue softly. Ki's eyes widened in horror once I said those words.

"... you... were doing.... WHAT?" He shrieked.

"Why! Oh my gosh, WHY!? YOU DONT EVEN HAVE PROPER MAGIC TRAINING YOU---"

"Brandon made me do it..."

Ki paused briefly, some anger subsiding.

"... he... he said that I could do it... and that I was strong enough... and... and and...."

Sighing, Ki crouched to become eye level with me.

"Feather.... no.... He doesn't know what he's talking about...... and... GAH!"

Ki snarled and stood up.

"He could of killed you!"

My heart sank to my stomach after hearing those words.

I almost died.....

I almost died at the hands of Brandon...

Brandon could of been the death of me.

"He... he.... Brandon..... THAT IGNORANT FOOL!" Ki screamed into the void.

"...putting the person he cares about most in danger.... something's gone out of hand!"

He tossed his head back and continued screeching into the dark.

"WHY!?"

"WHY??"

"WHY!??"

"WHyyy"

"Oh.... Why oh why! Feather! Please wake up!" Ki's voice seemed to fade into an oddly familiar one.

Jarred, I bolted upright, My breathing staggered and pain shooting into my head.

"Shhh... shh shh shh... just relax..." Molly gently laid me back down onto the bed. Her eyes were wide with concern.

"Please... Just rest.... you look awful..."

Molly grabbed a wet rag and drug it across my face.

"You're burning up... whatever you did earlier... It must've caused a fever..." Molly spoke softly as her expression shifted to a more calm one.

She stopped briefly to look into my eyes.

"Where's Brandon..." I croak.

"Right here..." Before I could say another word, his body was hovering over my bedside. His eyes seemed vacant and dark circles surrounded his eyes. His body rocked side to side, as if he was in pain as well...

"I...I'm.... so so so.... sorry... I didn't mean to--"

I didn't let him finish his sentence.

Instead, I mustered up as much strength and resilience I had, and socked him in the stomach.