Sarah Codache
I can feel myself ranging spring waters inside me when seeing multiple objects made from wood. I cannot explain why my body negatively reacted to those kinds, but the water and winds I cast were uncontrollable. While the cold air went spiraling, I was questioning myself about its sudden dense appearance. It makes the water more powerful.
I was in a mood of making temperature liquid, creating diverse water waves in the air when a loud clang of sharp flat object opened as it slang unto the ceiling. It created noise of heavy air passing inside the room.
A familiar whisper of uncomfortable scent reached my nostrills when the air spread all over the area. I remembered the last time I encountered the same smell when I was inside the broad tube. It allowed the majority to breathe, but it felt so unnatural it comes to mine.
I stopped moving while trying to ease this weird feeling of mine. I felt weak and fragile. I can feel my chest trying to revive some air. It was filtering the oxygen as it was trying to filter fresher ones!
My eyelids went heavy, and I can feel the eagerness of my legs to slouch. I wanted to break down at the same time, trying to be conscious of the situation.
"Sarah, stay there, okay? Please, don't move." My doctor's voice echoed in my ears. It was a blurry sound mimicking my thoughts. I couldn't be able to figure out his intention. The voice seemed to be unclear.
"Wake, be careful!" When a woman interrupted my thoughts, my eyes spotted my doctor while catching my breath. I accidentally stepped back a few times every time I tried to control what I felt. My head seemed to break down anytime.
My doctor looked hesitant to approach me. Why was he like that? I wanted him to help me!
I tried my best to step closer to him as he moved slowly in my direction, but I can't. Every time I attempted to move, I felt more ill.
I closed my eyes. Seconds passed, a figure of a lady in long curly hair appeared in my chaotic thoughts. She was wearing a long gray dress with white highlights at the end. There was transparent clothing flowing at her back.
Some garments crawled all over her two shoulders. Her face was similar to mine, but I was sure I was not her. She looked like an older version of me. Plus, she's probably taller and elegant.
"Save the Narra tree..." She whispered. Her cracking voice was calm but painful.
When I heard what she said, I can't stop thinking about what she was referring to. Until I saw her hand swang in the air, creating a circle through the winds and clouds. It was the same as her height.
An outside world from this building appeared. A tall Narra tree grew right in front of the tower's entrance. The tree looked pale, dead, and left neglected. It has a cut on the right side of its trunk. I looked around the place, the roots covered with the cemented road where waters can barely enter. Some of it forcibly tried to appear upwards, but it wasn't enough for it to have full access to its own home.
I was about to ask something from that lady, but she mysteriously disappeared. "What should I supposed to do?" I chose to ask myself. But to my surprise, her voice responded.
"Pour the fruit of your destiny to fulfill the needs of thy nature's mourning. Leave a mark of your birth to fix the puzzle of its vengeance. Break the hearts of those greedy. These are the drivers of the queen's eternal dwelling. Pro-" I can hear her voice wanting to continue something, but she chose to end here.
My eyes widened in extreme power against the odds I felt a while ago. My body went back to being strong, and my legs were gaining enough strength to stand. I wasn't able to think about a lot of things. And the surroundings did not matter to me at this time.
I felt like... it wasn't me after all.
My eyes immediately spotted the wooden table right near the familiar guy. I felt too exhausted when seeing that painful object, and my eyes were irritated to see that thing.
I must eradicate this perplexity!
I can feel my forehead became furrow, and my eyes ranged a circulating, rapid blue wave as I was getting ready to fling waters towards that table. Sparkling tiny white circles were spiraling in my arms, creating a more intense effect. I saw those people who surrounded me were in a panic and were moving nervously.
But, those reactions don't matter.
I used my full strength as I successfully threw the deadly water I made towards that table. The table vanished, creating oval waves running towards the outside like a domino. The man who stood beside it ran in hopes of taking it away, but he was late. He was hesitant against my power.
After what I did, I regain awareness of my surroundings. My back was lousy, and my knees gave up. I can't help myself from being completely drowned from the events. I can even feel my arms aching; it was like I carried tons of galloons lately. My stomach feels empty, and my mouth went dry. I was in thirst. I badly need water! The feeling was similar to a person running miles away.
Two persons assisted me. The guy slid the strand of my hair that covered my face away. His gestures were soft and with attitude when touching. Talking about the other person, a woman, she tapped my back and injected something into my kneck.
I felt calmer right now.
I didn't mean to check if my doctor was still around, and yes, he was there standing at a short distance. When I looked at him, he was already looking at me.
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A noisy crowd of local citizens overtook us as we went outside the building. All of them were standing, pointing their fingers towards the Narra tree. Wait, was it a Narra tree?
I stilled when the picture I saw in my mind the last time was the same as the view we saw. Compared to the first image I visualized, the tree was now lively and full of vibrant colors. The hole beside the tree's trunk filled with wood, and it looked like a flourishing tree.
Although my hands were chained right now, I can't stop smiling. My heart occupied with pure love and satisfaction.
When they grabbed my arms to pull me below, stepping the stairs, my doctor changed his position. He asked the random guy in a full black suite at my right to removed his hands. The guy obeyed, and so he followed. My doctor quickly slid his hands in my pulse and held it tightly.
At my left, the man with girly gestures who swiped my hair cleared his throat and looked away. His voice sounded like he was teasing.
I looked back in my way and raised my shoulders because I have no idea what was going on.