Chapter Seven
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Isaac

I looked at the brown haired girl before me, her flaming red irises gleaming with tears. Maybe I shouldn't have taken the baby from her so quickly.

"Don't cry." She said sternly in a more deeper female voice that what I've heard for my whole life. For a moment I thought she was talking to herself until I heard the small Water baby in my arms wail.

The fire girl clothed in red and blue shut her eyes as if she was in pain. I bounced the baby to try and comfort her to no avail. The girl took off her blue jacket, bare skin and a flaming Mark glimmered in the sun and I couldn't help but stare.

Wary, I started to step back as the girl came forward. Her mascara streaked face looking up at me, asking me to stand still. I did. And she moved forward to grab the baby - Jemma - out of my arms. I rose an eyebrow at the girl who seemed no older than my age. "I'll give her back." She said and I placed the Water baby in her arms. The girl wrapped Jemma in the blue jacket. "The jackets her mums." The girl explained, noticing my stare. I couldn't help but reminisce in the way her voice sounded. It sounded so... new. And different.

"But it's blue," I stated.

The girl sighed, "the father gave it to her mum before he fled. And she wore it to sleep so she could still smell him." The girl answered.

A few tears ran down the brown haired girl's face and I started to question if she was actually the mum of the child and was pretending not to be.

"Are you the mum?" I asked cautiously, taking the baby from her arms once they were done submerging the child in the once-father-and-mothers jacket.

"I just turned eighteen today. I don't think so." The girl said bluntly.

I nodded. So, she is my age.

The girl tapped her index finger on the little one's nose before smiling tight-lipped at me and turning around to walk back the way she came from.

My eyes grew wide as I caught sight of the girls muscled back, blood oozing down her red clothing. "Wait!" I called, and the girl turned back around. "You're bleeding."

The girl was unfazed and shrugged her shoulders before walking a few more steps only to turn back around again. "Why do you care?" She asked, not rudely like you'd expect, but curiously.

"Aren't you hurt?"

The girl didn't reply.

"Come on, I'll fix you up."

"Why are you being nice?" She asked suspiciously.

"We may be 'enemies', but I can't have you walking along the sacred rock, spilling blood everywhere."

The girl sighed and as I gestured for her to take the baby from my hands, she hesitated. Immediately I knew how much inner strength it took to make her give me back the child and to not run away with the baby in her arms.

Silently obliging, she held the baby carefully as I called the healing water from the river below to come to me. Bending water with one hand, I went to hold her shoulder still.

As my palm touched her bare skin, a yell escaped my mouth and pain danced throughout my hand. The healing water splashed back into the river as I pulled my hand back quickly, just as the girl cried out in pain, having no free hands to grab her shoulder.

I watched her as I rubbed my palm gingerly, a feeling of awe washing over me. With a stubborn jaw and tight mouth she swallowed the oncoming sounds of pain and blinked away the tears threatening to escape from her eyes.

"I'm sorry." I apologised sincerely.

All what she did was nod and put her back to me, gesturing for me to continue. "It'll hurt." I said.

"Doesn't everything?" She asked rhetorically and I started to cleanse her wound with the healing water, her back muscles twitching in pain and small whimpers coming from her mouth.

Once the wound closed over and healed itself, I smiled solemnly at the brown haired girl and took baby Jemma from her grasp.

The girl leant over and kissed the baby on the forehead a goodbye before walking along the sacred rock, back to where she came from.