I looked at him. “You can't tell mom and
dad about me. I will go to them someday, but as
of right now, I don't think it would be wise."
He looked me up and down before replying, "I promise. I might even stay for a while."
So, I went to get us a snack and we
talked about what had happened since my
crash. I told him about the voice and I told him
about my new powers. He looked really surprised before telling me that he had gained the
same abilities. For a couple of years, he stayed
with me, and we made some pretty good
friends. One friend, Jess, became especially
good. I started dating him, and a year later, he
asked me to marry him.
Of course, I said yes. How could I not?
My brother offered to take us out to dinner to
celebrate. I politely declined, having things that
needed done, so the guys went out by themselves. I finished my work and had been sitting
on the couch thinking and admiring my ring for
about 30 minutes, when my phone went off. It
was my brother, and he was frantic. "Eclipsia
you have to get down here right away. I don't
know how it happened, but Jess has been poisoned and I don't know what to do. You are the
only one who knows about these poisons
please hurry!"
I hung up as fast as I could. Using my
powers to change my clothing, I ran out the
door and down Main Street. I ran as fast as I
could, but still I was too late; the poison had set
in too deeply, and I couldn't get it out no matter
what I tried. The poison had come from a flower
that was beside the restaurant. This flower was
not a native, and the restaurant owners didn't
even know it was poisonous to whoever went
over and smelled it. I sat there with my best
friend, my fiancé, dying in my arms, and I felt
completely helpless. As I sat there, tears running down my cheeks, he looked up at me and
whispered, "I love you," before he died.
I sat there for a minute before I looked up
to see my brother looking down at me, huffing,
with hate in his eyes. I set Jess down slowly
and got to my feet. Walking toward my brother, I
said, “I tried all I could but..."
I couldn't even finish the sentence before
he interrupted. "No you didn't!” he shouted.
“You are plenty fast enough. You could have
saved him. You should have saved him, and
now he's dead because of you!" I was taken
back. My brother almost never yelled at me, and
this time it was for something that was out of my
control.
"I tried! I didn't have enough time! Why
don't you see that?" I shouted back.
"I don't care! It was your fault that he was
here to begin with. Even if you couldn't save
him, you were the reason he was here, and you
are the one going to pay for it!"
I had never seen my brother so angry,
and before I could figure out how to reply, he
pulled a sword out and started swinging. I had
no choice but to call for my own sword. My
sword, the Light Sword, is the strongest of any
of my swords, which is why I use it the most.
There is only one sword that can counteract my
Light Sword, and that is the Evil Sword. Guess
who ended up with the Evil Sword? That's right:
my brother. Normally, these particular power
swords will break any sword that it comes in
contact with, unless it is another power sword. If
you are hit with one, the wound made by it can
become infected, and the only way to take care
of it is with its counteracting sword. But for me,
since my brother and I have counteracting
swords, I can't grab his, and he can't grab mine.
If we do, then our hands become numb, and for
me it turns black as if poisoned. Still, we fought
until we were both worn out. My brother, unable
to continue, turned and ran away. I sat there for
a few minutes, feeling like I wanted to cry. Then,
I sheathed my sword and ran home.
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