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Authors: Wendy Owens
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avoiding the magical blasts. He needed to get out of there before Baal had a chance to gain the upper hand again. He shot back a few spells of his own in order to hopefully slow Baal down, though there was no way to know if any of them found their intended target through the cloud of smoke. Leaping once again, high into the air, Michael concentrated on his transportation spell, but just as his presence began to fade, a shot found his leg.
The pain raced up his body, but it was too late, he was already gone. He was in neither one place nor the other, floating in limbo. He shook violently, fighting the pain in order to focus on where to re-appear. His first stop was a place he had visited long ago, while hunting down a demon. It was a small, abandoned mining town. If Baal somehow managed to follow Michael, he wanted to make sure he didn’t lead them into a populated area.
Looking down at his leg, Michael saw the deep red blood spilling from the wound. The final blow inflicted by Baal was far worse than he had realized. He needed help, and fast. Gritting his teeth, he transported again, this time, inside of an old stone tower, half crumbling all around him. The outside air was crisp, and his breath hung in a white cloud in front of him. He couldn’t go to Iron Gate, doing that would be far too dangerous for everyone.
Suddenly he felt his consciousness slip away from him. He maybe had one last transport left, if he was lucky. He struggled as he tried to think of a place, of any place he could go. Closing his eyes, he was gone, once again.
Michael refused to open his eyes; he didn’t want to know what happened. The last thing he could remember, his body was broken, and he was slipping into unconsciousness. The only thing he imagined that could be awaiting him, if he opened his eyes, was something he did not want to see. Either he was already dead, or worse, he in fact had been captured.
Instead he chose to think about Mirada, his beloved beauty. Her long, pale blonde hair that she would sweep around over one shoulder and the way her nose was small and turned up just slightly at the end. Her thin lips that matched in color, the hue that would flush over her cheeks when she was embarrassed flashed in his memory. He missed her haunting eyes, their blue color, that in the right light appeared as if they were gray.
“Mirada …” he whispered longingly.
“Yes, my love?” When he heard the voice reply he thought at first that he had gone mad. After the ensuing debate in his mind, he decided that he had, in fact, heard the voice. Opening his eyes, his heart sank when he saw the eyes he had been missing only moments ago, staring back at him.
“Mirada?” he gasped, attempting to sit up.
“Whoa, take it slow. All right? You were pretty beat up when you got here. You have to take it easy,” Mirada warned him.
“When I got where?” Michael asked, looking around him. He recognized it instantly. Though the years had taken their toll on their love nest, the tree house was still standing.
“Do you know where you are Michael?” Mirada asked, trying to determine if perhaps there were a head trauma she were unaware of.
“Of course I know, I can’t believe this place is still here,” he replied softly.
“You came here, not knowing this place still stood?” Mirada attempted to relieve her confusion.
“I came here? Of course ...” Michael muttered, realizing what had happened.
“I’m confused,” Mirada replied.
“I didn’t realize what I was doing. I was hurt and trying to transport, this must have been the first place that popped into my mind. I think of it often,” Michael explained, sitting up the rest of the way. He reached out and clasped her hand into his; he wanted to feel her flesh against him. Her warmth was soothing.
He took in the surroundings, as he did, memories of their young love came flooding back. When they had begun their affair, they used to daydream of having a simple home; one
The pain raced up his body, but it was too late, he was already gone. He was in neither one place nor the other, floating in limbo. He shook violently, fighting the pain in order to focus on where to re-appear. His first stop was a place he had visited long ago, while hunting down a demon. It was a small, abandoned mining town. If Baal somehow managed to follow Michael, he wanted to make sure he didn’t lead them into a populated area.
Looking down at his leg, Michael saw the deep red blood spilling from the wound. The final blow inflicted by Baal was far worse than he had realized. He needed help, and fast. Gritting his teeth, he transported again, this time, inside of an old stone tower, half crumbling all around him. The outside air was crisp, and his breath hung in a white cloud in front of him. He couldn’t go to Iron Gate, doing that would be far too dangerous for everyone.
Suddenly he felt his consciousness slip away from him. He maybe had one last transport left, if he was lucky. He struggled as he tried to think of a place, of any place he could go. Closing his eyes, he was gone, once again.
Michael refused to open his eyes; he didn’t want to know what happened. The last thing he could remember, his body was broken, and he was slipping into unconsciousness. The only thing he imagined that could be awaiting him, if he opened his eyes, was something he did not want to see. Either he was already dead, or worse, he in fact had been captured.
Instead he chose to think about Mirada, his beloved beauty. Her long, pale blonde hair that she would sweep around over one shoulder and the way her nose was small and turned up just slightly at the end. Her thin lips that matched in color, the hue that would flush over her cheeks when she was embarrassed flashed in his memory. He missed her haunting eyes, their blue color, that in the right light appeared as if they were gray.
“Mirada …” he whispered longingly.
“Yes, my love?” When he heard the voice reply he thought at first that he had gone mad. After the ensuing debate in his mind, he decided that he had, in fact, heard the voice. Opening his eyes, his heart sank when he saw the eyes he had been missing only moments ago, staring back at him.
“Mirada?” he gasped, attempting to sit up.
“Whoa, take it slow. All right? You were pretty beat up when you got here. You have to take it easy,” Mirada warned him.
“When I got where?” Michael asked, looking around him. He recognized it instantly. Though the years had taken their toll on their love nest, the tree house was still standing.
“Do you know where you are Michael?” Mirada asked, trying to determine if perhaps there were a head trauma she were unaware of.
“Of course I know, I can’t believe this place is still here,” he replied softly.
“You came here, not knowing this place still stood?” Mirada attempted to relieve her confusion.
“I came here? Of course ...” Michael muttered, realizing what had happened.
“I’m confused,” Mirada replied.
“I didn’t realize what I was doing. I was hurt and trying to transport, this must have been the first place that popped into my mind. I think of it often,” Michael explained, sitting up the rest of the way. He reached out and clasped her hand into his; he wanted to feel her flesh against him. Her warmth was soothing.
He took in the surroundings, as he did, memories of their young love came flooding back. When they had begun their affair, they used to daydream of having a simple home; one
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