The Witch And The Other One

Part 2

         Robin watched Naomi for a long time, marking and noting her changes in sleep and her jerky, nightmare-laden movements. Sometimes, she talked, trying to escape or fight someone in her sleep. Other times, she would tense up as though she were in great pain. Robin knew something was affecting her, possibly even trying to kill her, but had no way of discerning who, what or even why. It wasn't unlike Naomi to be in trouble, she knew, but it was definitely wrong for a light sleeper such as Naomi to be asleep for so long with such vivid dreams and not awaken herself.

         Why should I even care about this bedraggled little crook?, Robin thought, her memories of Naomi's faults still fresh. Her stupidity almost permanently ended the world as we know it here in Caustria and forced me to have to watch my loved ones disappear into...

         Into what, she still couldn't explain. She knew that in some way, Daina's mind had created not only Robin herself, but the world around them. To Daina, the whole of Caustria was some complex illusion come to life whose effects were real enough to be deadly even to herself, which was why when Naomi had shot her with a crossbow in the heart not long ago, she had actually begun to die, as had everything she had created. Robin had witnessed this slow fading of everything until she, too, forgot everything and had disappeared. Daina's friend Kathy, who frequently shared Daina's "illusion" of Caustria, had helped heal Daina, after which Daina had created and imagined everything back to normal. The memory of what had happened still stuck with everyone able to understand.

         Unfortunately, Robin's memory also held remembrances of a time in which she, not Naomi, had been the one in the wrong, and had truly done Naomi disservice. In fact, she remembered, if not for me, Naomi might never had turned out like she did. With a sigh, Robin resigned herself to helping Naomi get back on her feet.

         Were she a healer instead of just a "pain drain", as Daina had so eloquently put it once, she might have been able to see for certain if something were directly affecting Naomi's inner magic light. There had been obvious damage done to Naomi's person, but magic lights and auras were not something Robin was accustomed to dealing with. She was a symptom healer, no more. She had tried to see beyond Naomi's pain, to meld her light and Naomi's the way fairy healers were trained to do, but she had had no practice with such a task and had been repelled by Naomi's own defenses. Only someone with the ability to see as well as heal that light could be certain...

         "Marcus!" she said aloud to herself, thinking of her husband's apprentice. Although the boy's true desire was to be a tracker like his mentor, he had quietly developed talents as a healer as well. Robin glanced at Naomi for a moment, then certain she'd stay put until she returned, Robin disappeared, returning to her castle for assistance.

 

 

         Christine slipped into the room wholly unnoticed. She peeked into the room, then, seeing no one, she crept over to the bed Naomi lay on, then stood by it, glaring at the figure sprawled across it. Christine hadn't forgotten what Naomi had done, either, nor had she forgotten the look of satisfaction on her face after she'd done it. Just like Robin, Christine had been in the room when the crossbow quarrel whizzed across it, hitting her sister squarely in the chest; indeed, she had been clinging to Daina at that very moment, both of them sobbing in agony as Daina's life ebbed away.

         Chris had also had the horror of seeing Naomi murdering her sister long before it had happened in a nightmare she had had. Such was the curse of the dreamweaver, she knew; to have the power to deliver harmless dreams or nightmares to others, but only have realistic glimpses of the future to sleep by, if anything at all. But the realm of dreams and nightmares were as much a part of Christine's being as Robin's pain stealing was of her and Chris had learned to accept this long ago.

         She hadn't, however, realized that her dreams could also take a dangerous turn if not controlled, such the nightmare void that she had created out of rage to suck up Naomi and Lord Corwin (the man Naomi'd been working for) forever. Even now, Chris shuddered at the thought of her own power and the ugly side it had.

         Naomi couldn't come back again; it wasn't fair. Throwing her into the void had been as permanent as Christine could think of at the time and, although she still had fears and doubts, Christine still had no regrets about being the cause of what she had assumed to be equal to the death of Naomi. Time had dulled the pain somewhat, as had Daina's recovery, but Chris could take no chances on Naomi being here and getting friendly with Daina again, only to try and kill her again for a fast gold piece or two.

         Which meant only one thing...

         Christine steeled herself and began to concentrate. To put Naomi in another void such as this with tearing up the place was going to be difficult, especially with the amount of hatred roiling inside her now. A light breeze began to pick up in the room as the magic energy began to collect itself. It would then destroy itself, causing the void it had before, hopefully on a smaller scale.

         Suddenly, Christine looked at Naomi's face in horror. Her face, normally a caramel brown, had become a dreadful ashen shade of beige as if someone were draining the color out of her. It had contorted into a gruesome expression that more than slightly resembled the face of unbearable pain.

         Christine stopped, afraid again of her own power. As she did, Naomi began to toss in her sleep. What is this?, Christine thought to herself. I know her and she'd be wide awake right now. I'm not doing any of this, am I?

         She didn't even know why she cared, but she had to know. Inhuman suffering was not what she wanted; permanent storage was. This was too frightening to even look at. She knew it had been different before, a simple disappearance, but Christine couldn't be sure something hadn't changed. What if this time the void really did kill her?, Chris thought nervously. As much as she hated Naomi, she didn't want to kill her. Not anymore.

         She had to be sure.

         And since Naomi was deep in sleep, there could be only one way to find out.

         Christine clambered up on the bed, took Naomi's hand in hers and concentrated again, but this time on entering Naomi's dream world.

         Seconds later, she felt the worst pain she'd ever felt in her life. She could see nothing past it, no dream, no reality. She knew she was screaming, but her ears were past hearing it. It, too, was part of the Nothing that had come to black out all but the pain. It was such a complete emptiness combined with such an utter pain that Christine was sure she would die.

         The Void.

         Nothing.

         The pain threw her free of it and she was completely empty. There was no floor to feel under her, so she curled up as best as she could to cry without sound in the Nothing. It was too much to not see, too much to not hear, too much to not be. She felt tired and remorseful. So this is a void, she thought, accepting the Nothing and its accompanying pain as her own doing. No wonder Naomi looked like she was gonna die. I deserve to die. She lay still and tried to prepare herself for an eternity of...Nothing.

         But she was only 6. It was less than a moment before her self-imposed exile turned into a consummate fear of this type of death, or any type of nonexistence. She was suddenly frightened, afraid she might truly disappear forever. She uncurled and ran, or felt like she ran. She continued to go, running on and on, not feeling the movement, but knowing it was there.

         And then the colors came.

         Colors of all different shaded and hues, all blended in together, chasing the Nothing away. They swirled around her, almost engulfed her, then rounded out and formed a barrier. It was a circular wall, not around herself, but around something in front of her. She put a hand up and could feel them moving, pulsating with life, but she could not pass them. All her senses returned, as if the wall had suddenly grounded her reality, and she actually heard herself gasp with relief.

         The pain came again, slamming into her like an external force, pushing her away from the wall and around it. She shrieked in agony, trying to return to the safety of the wall, but could not get off the ride the pain took her on. It finally let her go, dropping her in an exhausted heap near the wall. She reached out to touch it again and heard herself sobbing.

         She had only had a moment with her senses when the pain grabbed her up again and forced her around for another run, then dropped her again. It continued to attack her at intervals, now leaving her still, now trying to push through the color wall with her as its battering ram. Christine screamed out in agony, grabbing the wall in between passes, sobbing to be let in, to hide from the pain in the colors, the walls...

         They were walls.

         They were not permanent.

         A voice asked, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

         Let me in!, Christine cried. It's coming back! I can't take anymore!

         GO AWAY!!! I DON'T WANT YOU HERE!!!

         I can't!, Christine sobbed.

         IT WILL USE YOU AGAINST ME. LEAVE OR I'LL DESTROY YOU MYSELF!!!

         Please!!! Don't leave me here! Christine felt the pain reaching for her, ready to grab her again and she cried in despair.

         A hand formed in the wall, the colors swirling about like oil on water. It reached out and drew her in...

         "What the heck are you doing here?" Naomi demanded, towering over her.

         Christine looked around and saw the colors were gone. Only a hazy blue flame in front of her remained. In it, Naomi's angry body was silhouetted dramatically. She looked haggard, though, as if she'd been fighting a battle continuously without sleep.

         "I asked you a question, you little brat!" she demanded, yanking Christine up by the arm. "What in flaming Pyr are you doing here?"

         "I...I was looking..." Christine began.

         "You were looking," Naomi echoed sarcastically. "He could have spotted that breach I had to make for you or he could have used you to make one all because you decided to go on a sightseeing excursion! He'll be all over this shield now! How can I protect my light if I have to babysit you, answer me that?!" As she spoke, the flame danced and turned different shades of blue.

         "I thought I was killing you with my void!" Christine said, shrugging irritably out of Naomi's grasp. She was starting to feel slightly indignant now that the immediate danger was past. "I just was trying to make sure..."

         "You do this?" Naomi laughed derisively. "This is mine, kid, my defense system. If not for me, you'd be outside it dead by now."

         "But the void part outside..."

         "Is his doing, not yours and it's not a void. Even your little nightmare thing wasn't a real void. Voids are completely empty, so empty that if you're not careful, they'll drive you insane. Fairies especially." Naomi gave Christine a hard look and added, "I should know."

         "Well, maybe now that we're both in here, I could help you...I mean, us." Christine suggested.

         "Gimme a break, kid! Your little half fairy magic is nothing but attractive special effects to him. Besides, I don't want or need your stupid help."

         "Him who?"

         Naomi's eyes narrowed to slits. "That's not your business. I told you I...get down!" Naomi shoved Christine to the floor, then looked up in horror as the blue flame began to flicker wildly. She rushed toward it and jumped in.

         Christine stayed low, but tilted her head up to watch Naomi with a gasp. She was sure Naomi would be burned to a crisp. The flames jumped higher and brighter and Naomi's shadow inside it seemed to writhe in pain. Christine could not take her eyes off the flame and its living occupant, but she dared not move, realizing for the first time she was looking directly at the magic light the kept Naomi alive.

         At last, the flame receded to its previous light blue steady haze and a weary Naomi stepped out of the center. She stood for a moment, then dropped to her knees, her eyes fixed upward. "I can't," she whispered. "My light..." then she fell forward and was silent.

         Christine felt a shudder go through the space they were in and saw the flame gradually begin to dim. The walls around her began to grow thin enough to see the oil-and-water color patterns outside. She jumped up with no idea what she was doing, and hauled Naomi and herself into the flames.

         The shudder went through her own body this time and she could feel the heat. IT was not painful, but its intensity made her wince. She pictured her own light in her mind and brought it forth to burn along with Naomi's. The fire roared causing both Christine and Naomi to tense up with the power...

         And now Christine could now see everything. She could see the shield and she could see the pain, like a red beacon shining around it, probing for a way in. She could feel it, too, as it tried to dim her light. Our light, she reminded herself. The flame of our magic, our life. She concentrated and the flames grew, licking the edges of the barrier, hardening it again. Naomi stirred slightly, but did not rise. Christine put out her fingers, feeling the magic course through her, then remembered again it was not hers alone. She took Naomi's hand and the energy rushed from her into Naomi. The burning was good, like a warm fireplace roaring out life. Gently, Christine let go.

         The fatigue took her away, swept her up and out. She could see her own light vaguely. It was dim, but she smiled, lying down in its dying embers. Naomi had really needed it more than she did and all Christine wanted to do was sleep, anyway...

         Stay a moment, Chris, came a different voice. It was so familiar she stopped.

         Marcus?, she asked.

         You can't just leave you light dim that way, sprite. You can't live on it that low. Suddenly, she saw another flame join hers the same way she'd done with Naomi and Marcus appeared in its depths with her. He reached a hand out to her and she took it, the life coursing violently, almost painfully through her as it had before. He picked her up in his arms, then slowly moved back and let their flames part glowing equally bright. He carried her in his and she blinked at him in confusion.

         Why are you here?, she asked. I was helping Naomi, but you...

         Meet me topside and I'll explain everything, he replied, setting her down.

         Okay, she shrugged... and woke up.

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