Activity

Nithel was running. He had side-stepped Jericho, her fallen book, and Alessio, Brendin had screamed.

Nithel skidded before the white curtain, pausing for less than a second. He had gone in. Nithel looked over his shoulder toward Alessio and Jericho, then ripped back the curtain and went in.

The mirror had already reformed itself.

“Brendin.” Nithel whispered, rushing over to him and kneeling. Brendin was lying on the ground, blood covered his face and trickled from his mouth. Nithel’s face wrinkled, What would Mihael do? Like the time with the axe and his leg… But the man was unconscious. Like when Gabrel almost died. 

Jericho. Nithel’s eyes widen. Jericho could help… couldn’t she? Or… He didn’t know.

Nithel glanced toward the mirror, and something made the hair on his arms stand up, and his stomach twist. Like he was being searched and seen. His eyes narrowed on the glass, his mind getting a weird twitching.

Nithel put his arms beneath Brendin, trying to be careful. He lifted him, grunting as he stood. Nithel’s brows were low, Beydana ean almurata. Adfaeh beydana. He took Brendin swiftly out, away from the curtain and mirror.

Nithel laid the man on a bed, carefully. Nithel stepped back from Brendin, suddenly realizing Alessio and Jericho had followed. Nithel’s eyes were sad, serious. He was thinking.

______________

@joelle-stone @skylarynn @this-is-not-an-alien  @crazywriter