The lab went boom!
My patience is so short now-a-days, I simply cannot get the potions done right. No matter how hard I try or how much Va’lis helps me. Even he said, “Alchemy might not be for you, Carrie.” And Va’lis has never said that to me about anything before. It’s really got me all twisted. Why can’t I do this!?
*sighs*
It had been a few days since those punk kids took stabs at me because of the bruises on my face. Director Razele expelled them both, so take that! Ha! I am sure my test scores proved my case. I actually love school and really want to one day go to Wind and become a great mage. I am after all from Moonglow. Dad shoots down my dreams every chance he gets wanting me to take a job as a janitor in the zoo, like he had when he was my age. “You’re aiming too high,” he says. “You’ll never amount to anything,” he says. “I have a real job waiting for you when you graduate at the zoo,” he says. Bah! Whatever.
There is a certain feeling that I get when my wife looks at me, when I feel her mouth on mine, when she bites my lower lip. I cannot put my finger on it, but its not one I feel with any other. My devotion to her is eternal. I’ve never had a love like this; ever. And I’ve searched for it for my entire life — both my mortal one and my immortal one. I can only hope that my daughters grow up to desire the love their parents’ share and do not settle for anything mediocre, as I had for so long in the past. I can only hope that my son grows up with a clear picture of what a real man should be, a partner to his lady. One that is in it with her, rather than a bystander. But let’s not talk about my kids dating… no. Not right now.
I loaded our car up; Merida changed to the back seat, she was holding Astoria’s head in her lap trying to soothe her. Astoria had been beaten and then nearly drained. We had our medic trying to infuse her with transfusions of human blood but nothing was working. Her mortal body was just too weak. She was hemorrhaging internally from her injuries. Merida was now caressing her face and hair while she let out a tear or two. She loved Astoria for her kids loved her just the same.
I got into the car on the other side in the back and closed the door. The car was now moving. “We can’t let her die, not like this. this is our fault. Mine really, they took her to get me to talk. Had I not been so stubborn—” Merida broke down. Watching my wife’s sad heart was too much for me, I pulled Astoria to me without a word, carefully holding her on my lap. “This is not your fault, let it be me she hates for condemning her to this life,” I told my wife before I bit into Astoria’s neck and drained what little she still had. I ripped into my wrist and pulled it up to Astoria’s lips, letting my blood spill into her mouth. Astoria roused a bit, just enough to latch on and drink fully from me. Merida watched, crying still feeling so guilty for it all.