Virtual Ink February//March//April 2014 | Page 65

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. 65