1 Days Until Goodbyes And the Uncertain End (part 1)
Zeydar sat up shivering, sweat dripped down his face, and his mind screamed in pain. Thud. Thud. Thud. His heart beat in his chest wildly, in time with the aches that consumed his whole body. Convulsing, he leaned over the side of the bed, rolling over to the ground and crawling to the bathroom just in time for him to empty out his guts.
The Staffs weren’t working. Nothing was working. Everything was worse, worse than before. It was as if the days leading up to this one were a walk in the park. The pain was making his head swim and his skin peel. He wanted to claw it all out, get it all out. The magic felt like fire.
“What’s wrong?” Evester said, getting down on his knees, grabbing his wrists. Where Evester toughed him, burned with ice.
“Something. Something bad. Something really bad.” Zeydar wasn’t sure what it was, but his magic was telling him to flee and to flee fast. He had to get out of his own skin, away from his own body, away, away, fast.
Thoughts were disappearing.
Evester wrapped his arms around Zeydar. “Do you need more Staffs?”
Evester left his side and when he returned he had many. He linked the bracelets over Zeydar’s wrists and made sure that the earrings were in, before handing Zeydar, his main staff. He placed them on, one after another until the pain stopped and Zeydar was able to heave but not gag. He collapsed on Evester’s lap, sweating, and crying. The magic stopped hurting but the unsettling feeling remained.
“It’s starting,” Zeydar understood.
The Uncertain End had arrived and Zeydar could feel it. All of the magic around him was warning him. There was little else they could do than wait it out. Had Uly’s data arrived from the surface? Was Ovaria still standing? All of Zeydar’s grand plans, to check, had been shattered, once he had arrived. And now, he wasn’t even sure that they’d get what they needed.
“I know.” Evester used a towel to wipe Zeydar’s face. “I know.”
“Should we move the Ships away?” Zeydar was not sure that it was an option. They were in orbit. Could they get away in time? Did it matter?
“Do you know what is going to happen?”
“No.” It was big. it was dangerous. It was going to destroy them all.
“Then, there is little that we can do.”
“We need to warn everyone,” Zeydar begged him. They all had to know. Zeydar could not let them all die. He’d done so much to protect them. Not now, not yet. They had to get to their new home. They had to get there and survive, and thrive, and die in due time. Not out here. Not in the cold vacuum of space where no one would hear them scream.
Once more Zeydar was there in the falling tower, the screams around him, the heat engulfing him. Zeydar crawled up, clinging to Evester, as if Evester’ s presence would erase the memory.
“We will. We will.” Evester said placing their foreheads together. “Breathe with me.”
Zeydar was hyperventilating and gasping for air, unable to take it. Closing his eyes, he focused on breathing in time with Evester. He breathed in sync, focused on Evester’s existence, and let the memories drift away. He’d save them. he just had to figure out what was wrong, and what was happening.
After many minutes, Zeydar regained control of himself.
“Okay. Now we go.” Evester said, still minutes after Zeydar could breathe.
Zeydar nodded. “Now we go.”
The two stood up and started out of the room, gathering everyone that they could.