If I Die Young

He sighed “There’s no way Misha is a supernatural being. Come on, this is the girl who trips on herself” He paused and shifted on the couch “Ok not…totally impossible. There are things about her that are…well, unusual to say the least but, if she has as much power as you supposedly claim there’s no one way we couldn’t sense it” He had been in her mind, he had noticed things about her that…well, just wasn’t human at all. He had been suspicious but had never assumed Misha wasn’t human, not in the context of her being some kind of fae so he had never brought up the things he had noticed about her. “Did she show symptoms of the poison at least? Any at all?” He just was having a hard time believing Misha wasn’t a hundred percent human and maybe something else was the culprit here of why she had healed on her own. Maybe she did have some kind of God on her side, although he never spoke of it Khalid believed in Gods, he had been raised in a time where such beings were worshipped…it was a hard thing to shake even after thousands of years.

He gave Tristian a look “I hardly think D’artagnan let her almost get eaten on purpose” The man was obsessed with the nun, he was surprised he had even had enough self-control to not go after the hellhound already. When she chose a spell he stood “Wait…what are you going to do?” He asked curiously then rolled his eyes and followed her upstairs “Should we even be doing spells on her right now? I would imagine she’s a little fragile at the moment” In truth, he was nervous. If Misha was somehow some big bad powerful fae, maybe there was a very good reason why it was locked away in her…maybe it wasn’t supposed to be found out.

Khalid looked at Misha and crinkled his nose at the blood on the sheets. “That’s…a lot of blood” He muttered, trying to be quiet to not disturb Misha, but she was quite passed out on the bed. Puddle looked up at them and Khalid caught sight of him and stared, pointing at him “Why is there a rat on the bed?!” He had yet to meet Puddle, so he was a little surprised to see the little fuzzball there. He moved closer to the bed and eyed Puddle who got up and moved to the edge of the bed to smell him, but he moved back “Her arm’s broken too?” Damn, girl was sort of a mess. She couldn’t be a powerful fae if she couldn’t even heal a broken arm, right? He hoped so. He just had a bad feeling about this and would have told Tristian not to do it but he already knew she wouldn’t listen so he didn’t want to waste a fight.

He stared as Michelle levitated and then was placed back down, looking over to D’artagnan then back to Misha before taking the sage and doing as Tristian asked, though he felt really stupid doing it. “Are we sure we want to do this so hastily?” He coughed some as he breathed in the burning sage, he hated sage. He moved the sage around with a bored sigh then looked over with Tristian said for them to get started. He made a unhappy face and looked to D’artagnan “You’re a hundred percent positive you want to do this? What if we find something out that…you don’t want to find out?”

No one seemed to be listening to his warnings…story of his life. He felt this was being rushed, that they should have slowed down and tried to figure out the situation better then flinging forward with a spell. If it had been any other witch he wouldn’t have cared, but this was his witch and he didn’t like her putting herself in danger like this when they didn’t even know what they were messing with. If there was something in Misha it was hidden for a reason, it didn’t want to be found out and if some kind of fae didn’t want to be figured out it was going to fight back. But he simply stood by the bed quietly and watched Tristian intently as she began the spell, glancing at Misha a few times as she continued to slumber. They were at least lucky the woman’s body was so exhausted she didn’t stir…she would freak out for sure if she saw all of this. He spoke too soon.

Misha’s eyes slowly fluttered open as the ground began to shake and Tristian’s chanting got louder. She was groggy, but she knew immediately something was wrong. As her eyes opened more and she started to sit up, Khalid looked to her then back to Tristian quickly. Seeing the blood from her eyes he growled and stepped towards her “Tristian, stop” He told her firmly “It’s too much, stop” He looked back over to Misha who had looked up at him then above her, her eyes widened in fear and she screamed fearfully “What’s happening?!”. Khalid didn’t like this…the power starting to roll off of Misha made him nervous and he moved closer to Tristian “Tristian, STOP!” He shouted at her. Misha’s eye’s looked down to Tristian…and seemed to lock on her, the fear leaving her eyes as her eyes turned silver…and then the explosion of power came forth. Her eyes rolled back and she fell back against the bed silently.

Khalid grimaced and turned his head as the cyclone exploded then looked up to see Tristian shot back through the wall “TRISTIAN!” He howled in panic and quickly ran towards the destroyed wall to get to her. He heard the whinny of a horse but ignored it, nothing mattered now but Tristian and if she was still alive or not after that. He knew they shouldn’t have done this! He went around the wall and kneeled beside her “Tristian?! Tristian!” He said in panic, touching her neck to feel for a pulse. He glanced back at Misha on the bed with a angry glare, feeling the power off of her but was too furious to realize it was pure “What the hell was that?!” He had never felt such power before…what the hell was the woman! “We need to get her out of here! We don’t even know if she’s safe!” Khalid didn’t panic much but when he did, he was a mess.

When he felt her pulse he sighed in relief then felt the panic slightly, very slightly, lessen when she groaned and opened her eyes. Alright…she was at least fine enough to speak and be coherent, but she wouldn’t be for long with the piece of wood in her side. He examined it as carefully as he could and although he looked rather calm on the outside, he was freaking out in the inside. He gave her a look “Yes I saw that! I saw you shoot through a damned wall! Yes I saw it!” He was shouting and he knew he shouldn’t be but there was only so many things he could keep controlled at the moment. When she grasped at the wood he shook his head and tried to grab her hands “Tristian, do [i]not[i]-“ But of course she yanked it out and he snarled “You could have made it worse doing that!”

He took off his own shirt and pressed it against the wound, glancing back “D’artagnan!” he snapped for the fae to come and freaking heal Tristian before she bled to death on the floor, but he seemed to be ever so occupied gaping at Misha. When he spoke he made a face “What?!” A…wait, where in the hell did Unicorn come from? What had he missed? He turned his head more to look at Misha and yes he felt power but Unicorn? She looked very much the same. He looked back down to Tristian and shook his head. Ok, he dinfintley had missed something “A Unicorn?! That’s impossible. Unicorns don’t have glamours. There too pure to live among humans. There aren’t even supposed to be any left” Of course, he had never seen a Unicorn before, hardly anyone ever had, all knowledge of them was from stories. He made an impatient sound “D’ARTAGNAN! BLEEDING WITCH ON THE FLOOR!” He roared

He gently brushed hair from her face “It’ll be alright, it’ll be fine” It had to be, or he was going to torture D’artagnan then kill Misha. This whole Unicorn business to him was bullshit, there was no way she was a damned Unicorn, he would have believed them more if they had exclaimed she was Jesus reincarnated, but not a white horned horse. He could see that she was tired and he shook his head and gently grabbed her chin and made her head look straight up at him “Do not sleep” That was probably the first time the boogeyman ever told someone to not fall asleep in his entire existence. He chuckled a bit at her telling him he was handsome, though the sound was laced with anxiety and he shot D’artagnan an impatient death glare. Why was he just standing there gawking! He stared at the woman enough as it was, there was shit that needed to be handled first!

Finally the sparkly fae brought his butt over and he growled at him “Be gentle with her!” He yelled when Tristian reacted painfully to D’artagnan touching her wound. He touched her face and tried to get her to focus on him and not the magic happening to heal her “Hey, don’t fight him, alright? Don’t fight him. Once you get better you can kick his ass, ok?” He shoved D’artagnan’s shoulder when he was done “Don’t call her a baby. You’re a damned brute” He said defensively and then he pointed off to Misha harshly “And Tristian wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for you swan diving into this blindly!” He shook his head, obviously very irritated and started to pick Tristian up in his arms “Let’s get you back to your place to rest and don’t freaking think about arguing with me” He murmured to her before glaring at D’artagnan “You can deal with the crazy shit woman yourself. Tristian’s done here. I don’t want her around whatever the hell Misha is or what she can do”

Khalid was a big baby when it came to Tristian, he would never admit it but he was and he only gave D’artagnan a dirty look when he told him to hush. If he wasn’t so twisted up because she was injured he would had been snappier at him in his bad mood but he held himself back. He was sure though that if the roles were reversed D’artagnan would have not been so calm that his little nun had gotten impaled after being blown through a wall by Tristian, but instead of ranting he kept it to the dirty looks. Tristian was important to him, the most important thing he had ever had in his life and watching her get thrown through a wall by a person who was supposed to be this meek, weak little human did not do anything good to his nerves. He shook his head “You are not staying and you’re in no position to fight me, so don’t even bother” He also felt that the Elders might be popping up…he had had run in’s with them in the past, so he didn’t need to see them unnecessarily.

He cradled her carefully in his arms as he picked her up and glanced to Wrinkle “See? The hobbit said he’ll keep an eye on her and D’artagnan will too. She’ll be fine” Quite frankly at this moment he was too pissed off to care if Misha would be fine or not, he’d regret thinking that later but for the moment he didn’t give two shits. He looked over at D’artagnan as he spoke and snorted “She better have your thanks after all of this” He sucked in a breath and looked to Michelle on the bed then back to the other fae “Good luck” He said stiffly before starting to get himself and Tristian out. He sighed and rolled his eyes “Maybe” Was the only curt response he gave to her question. He didn’t plan on having her come back here, not until things with Misha were far better figured out. Like if she was dangerous and was going to blast Tristian through another wall again. But for now, he was just going to take Tristian to his place so she could get some much needed rest.

All the while Misha slept on the bed, her chest rising and falling a bit faster than normal, but everything else about her was completely still. She didn’t seem to be aware of anything at all around her, didn’t react to the noises of even make a flutter of movement when Wrinkle came to her and touched her hair. Inside her however a war could have been raging, the magic swelling inside her and bouncing about with no outlet. It was raw and uncontrolled after being unleashed so suddenly and her body needed rest once again to recover from it. Puddle just rested his head on her stomach and watched her face as she slept, waiting patiently for her to once again awaken.