"No!" Elijah said, his voice resounding in the darkness surrounding him as he lay on the bed. "You cannot be me," he moaned. He was struggling, writhing, and kicking in his bed. Sweat dropped away from his body into the white sheet that wrapped him up.Kate sat right by him. Elena too. Kate tried to put her hands on him to try and console him somehow, but Elena frowned at this. Her eyes were glaring with disapproval. "Leave him be," she said. "It's his battle. He is not dying."Isaiah continued to toss around on the bed, breathing heavily. His chest heaved up and down like there was an earthquake growing within it until he finally woke up, gasping for air as though he had been kept without it for such a long time. His eyes were unsteady, looking from place to place, but still unable to see what was in front of him. The light played tricks on his eyes. "Where am I?" He said, looking around to see the figures around him. "Who are you?" He got no answer, but the haze of his vision cle

There was silence, save for the chuckling of Elena, which both annoyed Isaiah andhelped clear the intense aura that enveloped them. Luke moved uncomfortably as the staring between him and Isaiah went on. The chair he sat on made a fricative noise as it scraped the hard floor beneath it."Is that how you feel?" Isaiah asked, before turning to Elena to finally ask, "What's so funny?" The laughter had been going on for so long that he knew she wasn't laughing because of something; she truly couldn't help it. There had to be something behind the laughter. A reason."Nothing," she smiled. "It's just funny how people immediately change their opinions when they are put in a different position. Unless he saw it with his eyes, he would have still held his opinions of you as a bad friend for it. It's typical human behavior for you. It's why I stop having any serious dealings with nonmagical people. They all are incapable of understanding our plight. And because of that, I think they are dangero

Jenny gasped heavily as she woke up. "Isaiah," she said as she drew air almost violently. The first thing she saw was the window in front of her, rain falling over its pane, and the water running down it. But there was the presence of someone else in the room. A shadow slumped just at her feet on bed, body on a plastic chair. They raised their head up, blocking the view of the window. There was a cheerful grin, but Jenny's view was not clear enough to see the grin on the face."You're awake now," the person said, a man. It was her father. He was trying to smile through his sandy beard when she saw him. Jenny did not smile back at him and so the smile disappeared and was replaced with an uncertain look, eyes seemingly bulging out of his skull."What is wrong?" He asked, spelling out his sentence slowly. He knew what was wrong.She did not answer. Instead she turned her head around, scanning the room. "Where is mom?" She asked, pursing her lips. There was a look of defiance to her as sh

"Well, I did not think you two would be talking about me like this," Elena said, stalking toward Kate from behind. There was some mischievous naughtiness hidden at the back end of her voice as she spoke. Isaiah could hear it and felt as though she was amused by the entire affair. Her eyes darted around like a playful child.Kate did not look back at her. But she was startled. Her voice betrayed it. "I thought you were asleep," she said. This was the most fear he had seen from the dark, jaded woman. In that moment, the look of the dark, jaded woman had been carved away."Did that give you permission to go behind my back?" Elena asked dismissively, even though she still seemed as playful as she was when she came into the room. "I'm sorry, my lady," Kate apologized with a slight bow. Her bangs fell over her face. She did not straighten herself up until she heard her master's voice. "Of course you are. What else could you possibly be?" She asked. Her words were cutting, sharp, a blade

"Yes," Kate answered, voice deep and solemn. There was a little crack that made Isaiah think that she was about to cry. But as far as he knew, that wouldn't happen. Not even if she was listening to her own story told again. But he felt a sort of awe that pushed him ahead to want to make an apology. For what? To answer that was impossible. "I am sorry," Isaiah said. "I am super sorry." He seemed as though he was pleading with her."You don't have to be sorry," she said, her voice still low like wind being blown in a rusty desert. "The past is all behind us. It is a crooked thing that could never be made straight no matter what we do or the choices we make while doing it. Forward is the goal. It is the only way we can go." Her face was devoid of emotions. Isaiah could not believe she had put everything in the past. But it was nearly two hundred years ago. A long time could heal deep wounds. That is what he wanted to believe. But he wondered if when she went to sleep, she sometimes c