Page 33 of Darkening Truth
“Storm managed to get through to her in the cabin,” Loki starts, “maybe he can get through to her again?”
“We’ll try to wake her gently, and then I’ll piss her off by ordering her to wake up,” Storm suggests. “She really does hate being told what to do.”
I gently shake her again, “Farren, you need to wake up. You’re not there. It’s not real.”
I’m hoping that some of my words will penetrate through to her, but the dream was so intense that I really doubt that’s the case. I’m still going to try though.
It doesn’t work, and she doesn’t stir at all.
“This isn’t working,” Reaper says, his eyes Ryu’s, and I know that they are both watching closely.
I feel a vision coming on, and before my eyesight has cleared properly, I’m talking.
“We need to wake her up now, it’s about to get so much worse,” I tell them urgently.
“Farren! Wake up, that’s an order,” Storm yells firmly.
It makes no difference, and as he opens his mouth to do it again, she screams.
We’re too late.
Farren’s back arches, as her expression contorts into pure pain, and another scream tears through the room, bouncing off the walls and filling me with panic.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Rival curses as his hands hover over the top of her, desperately wanting to help but not knowing how to.
Her arms fling out, another scream tearing free before it ends in a whimper of pain.
“She’s reliving her torture,” Loki mutters, his eyes flooding with emotions.
“You need to move away from her. If she hurts you, she’s going to be beside herself,” Storm says.
Loki, Rival, and I reluctantly move out of striking range, as Poca and Meri both try to get closer to her and then whine in distress as they realise that they are unable to.
Her screams of pain get more intense, and we stand there helplessly.
As if the situation isn’t bad enough, her magic chooses that moment to get involved.
We already know that the cell that she was in locked down her magic so that she didn’t have access to it, but she’s not actually there right now, so her magic is reacting as it would if she were there, and we’re the ones who are closest to her.
Chapter Twelve
Zev
Her form wavers as she partially slips into the Void, and then a lightning bolt of power strikes out, causing Storm to dive out of the way as he only just manages to get out of the way in time.
“Shit,” Kill curses as he helps Storm up and we all back up. “She can’t keep this up, she’ll kill one of us, and we can’t just abandon her to the room. She could end up hurting herself in the state that she’s in.”
“Is it just me, or has her magic grown in strength?” Hades asks, watching her closely.
“No, she’s definitely stronger,” Rival agrees, as he ducks another spear of magic that Farren is firing off randomly into the room.
We all watch as Farren’s air magic wraps around her, lifting her up off the sofa and into the air. She’s still writhing in pain, screams echoing around us in bursts, and then it all ramps up again, and her magic gets so strong that itshakes the room, things crash to the floor, as the air that was wrapped around her whips around the room as well and pushes us back.
It's so strong that it sends Loki barrelling over the coffee table, as Khaos gets sent rolling over the back of a couch, and we all struggle to stay upright.
“What about our magic?” Rival shouts over the sound of the wind and the explosions of magic going around us.
“Explain?” Khaos yells as he dives out of the way of a particularly violent blast. When his head pops back up, he’s grinning, “Her magic is violent. I like that.”
