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“The spell I cast did not get rid of the darkness. It was to unlock Midnight.”

“Unlock Midnight! What do you mean unlock? She wasn’t trapped?” I accused, anger ran through me as Elias attempted to take control. I shoved his rage down, overpowered his attempt in retrieving his body. I stood up, approached her as she continued to block the intense waves.

I noticed the beads of sweat formed at her temples as her breathing picked up.

Shit, if Winterlya was struggling this is serious.

I needed to interfere, but she needed to tell me exactly what was happening.

“Midnight is most certainly a spirit. With what Matthew told me and the little information Makoto just explained, it was enough to tell me that she had to be her fourth spirit. Mako’s fainting spells and the feeling of darkness and loneliness wasn’t due to her surpassing her limit. It’s due to the ongoing suppression of Midnight’s powers. Midnight was awakened by force; not by the grace of the gods. Such circumstances led to her only partially being able to come forth – resulting in Mako having to be unconscious for her to take control instead of taking control on her own. Midnight was incomplete and that is why I needed to unlock the restriction on her,” she explained.

Fuck, Midnight.

Just the confirmation that Winterlya’s speculations were true, Midnight being a spirit, made me even more fearful. Whatever was happening could potentially kill them both.

I wasted no more time, shifting into my Fairy form with ease as the power gathered within my flickering wings, flapping them at a low speed to stretch them out.

A black wave shot out from the dark cocoon encasing Makoto; Winterlya cursed under her breath. I stepped forward, slashing my hand through the air, summoning a wave of wind. They clashed together, dissipating in a loud burst. Winterlya sighed, lowering her hand as the magic circle vanished.

I could see her exhaustion, adding in the travelling and amount of power she’d exerted summoning enough magic to remove the lock on Midnight.

“What spirit is she?” I demanded; my eyes glowed with power as I began to gather my magic.

I had a wild hunch, but there was only a one percent chance of such a possibility, but knowing Makoto, anything was possible.

“Midnight is a Dark Fairy.”

CHAPTER21

Makoto

Iawakened to darkness – it’s cold, welcoming embrace clung to my skin, as I floated around; my body nothing but a ball of light. I couldn’t see, nor hear anything as I continued to float by.

Who am I? Where am I? Wasn’t I here before?

I couldn’t quite grasp why I was aware of my circumstances, but my mind continued to buzz away, in attempts to figure out my situation.

I was doing something important, wasn’t I? It’s so cold here...I’m lonely.

Time seemed to slow as seconds turned to minutes, and minutes seemed to pass into hours.

I wandered around, felt my being continue to float, until I started to remember fragments of information.

Darkness. Acceptance. Power. Midnight.

My memories returned; the thoughts of Midnight lingered in my mind.

Yes, Midnight. Is she here?The thought of Midnight being encased by the darkness during the hours I’d been in control hurt my heart. I couldn’t imagine being entrapped in such a cold world, alone with no one to talk to. Is this why she’d felt so alone till we bonded? If this was where she’d resided when I was in control, I’d have no more of it. She deserved a chance to enjoy the light, the world that I’d finally been able to experience. She’d helped me survive this long; battling the hardest challenges. I never could have won without her aid. Everyone would have died the night of the exam without her quick thinking and exertion of power to save the others before ourselves.

“For Midnight, Makoto, accept the darkness”

Nightmare’s words echoed through me. I needed to accept this cold, desolate place. If what Nightmare said was true, darkness could be used to do good, and Midnight wanted to do many good deeds. I wanted to support her new mission, to give her a chance to experience the world through my eyes like the other spirits. The cold was simply a part of the darkness; I needed to accept it with open arms.

I focused my concentration on myself; my wandering soul came to a stop. I felt warm, another mind brushed against the walls of mine – Midnight.

“Midnight, is that you?”

“Why are you here Mako? You should be up there in the light,” she questioned.

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