“Markus?” She called. Stacy heard her name
again but it didn’t sound like Mark anymore it was distorted and higher pitch.
In an instant the scene changed before Stacy’s eyes and she saw Morta holding
Mark by the throat, choking him.
“Daddy, let him go!” Stacy shouted.
“I should have killed you years ago when I had a chance, Markus! Now, you will die.” Morta shouted and his grip tightened. A choking noise escaped Mark’s lips and tears were flowing down his and Stacy’s cheeks.
“Please don’t, Dad! I’ll do anything! Please don’t kill him.” Stacy shouted and ran to her father’s side begging him but her eyes didn’t leave Markus’s. They were growing distant and he didn’t have much time left. Morta loosened his grip slightly and breath entered Mark’s lungs.
“Anything?” Morta whispered. There was one thing he wanted more than almost anything.
“Anything!” Stacy repeated breathlessly. What thoughts did she send in his head?
“Stay here and be my protégé and daughter once again and never leave.” Morta said and Stacy felt like she was the one being choked. But she had to.
“If I do, you’ll let Markus, Tom, Sam, Uncle Morris, and Mom leave, alive?”
“Yes.” Morta smiled smugly.
“Stace... Don’t sell your freedom for us… for me.” Markus whispered.
“I have to or you’ll die. I’ll never forgive myself if you all die for me. I can’t let that happen, Markus, you know that.” Stacy whipped away a tear and Morta smiled down at his daughter. Mark took that moment to kick Morta square in the chest. It happened so fast. Markus and Morta flying back. Morta growing angry and shooting a dark lightning bolt. The last scene seemed to happen in slow motion before Stacy’s eyes. The bolt soaring in the air toward Mark and hitting… near his heart.
“MARK!” Stacy screamed and shot up like she had been the one shot full of lighting. Her body groaned in protest of such quick movement. Stacy soon regretted the half stand up as the cell began to spin. She quickly fell back to the ground, nearly passing out. Never had she felt so weak with no pain involved. Stacy started sobbing into the dirt. The dream was so real. It seemed like it really happened. It was so real. Stacy thought as she let out a whimper.
“Ally, what’s wrong?” Sally asked loudly and was soon by her daughter’s side. Sally had used an old spell that teleported her from her cell to Ally’s and now was holding her daughter in her arms and half on her lap. Stacy was panting, still sobbing, and covered in a cold sweat. What did he do to you? Sally’s thoughts asked Stacy loudly.
“Ally, talk to me. What’s wrong?” Stacy thoughts slowed for a minute and she came to her senses. Stacy was weak, unsure, and her father was holding her captured she didn’t need another thing to the list, let alone a random woman knowing her name and petting her. Stacy looked up into a woman’s face. She knew the woman. But she couldn’t place where she had seen her.
“Who are you?” Stacy’s voice was barely audibly. Sally looked mournfully down at her daughter, wondering if Ally was really only seventeen years old and stroked her hair.
“Ally, its mom,” Tears raced down Sally’s cheek and streamed onto Stacy’s face.
“It’s mom. It’s mom.” Is this woman really my mom? Why would Dad keep her here? If he truly loved us he would let us leave. Not keep us here like caged animals. Stacy thought as she looked into her mother’s face again. Sally heard Ally’s thought and started sobbing harder.
“Momma?” Stacy whispered as she swallowed a sob.
Yes, hunny. It’s momma. I can’t believe I’ve found you again. Sally thought to Stacy. Stacy smiled up at her mother. She had really found her mother. And that dream was just that. A dream. It couldn’t hurt her. But something felt off about this dream. It was too real. Sally’s stopped sobbing soon after seeing her daughter smile but Stacy kept weeping. She soon began to mutter “It was so real” when the images of her dream clouded her vision of her mother.
“What’s wrong, Ally?” Sally asked quietly. Stacy started to tell her mom about her dream through thought and that was how they continued their talked when Stacy was finished. Stacy felt better just talking about it and having her mom around didn’t hurt either. Stacy stopped sobbing and loved her mom playing with her hair.
Who’s Markus, Ally?
Mom, what do you call someone you are Spell Bonded and in love with?
True Love, I suppose. She answered not catching on.
That suits him. Mark’s my True Love, as cheesy as that sounds. Stacy thought smiling. Sally on the other hand was frantic. One of her three kids was Spell Bonded already. She had missed so much of their lives.
My youngest is seventeen and already in love and bonded with someone? What if my sons are too? Sally thought for a moment forgetting that she could send her thoughts and that Ally could read them.
Sons? I have brothers?! Stacy asked quickly her thoughts sounded frantic and she began to wonder where they were. Stacy sat up and stood quickly, forgetting how weak she was. The room spun for just a moment then she blacked out and fell into her mother’s arms.
“ALLY?!” Sally shouted and shook her shoulder, nothing. Stacy was out cold in her mother’s arms. That’s when Sally noticed the bruises and marks that you could only get from being on the shocking table that were all over Stacy.
MORTA, YOU’RE A MONSTER! Sally’s thoughts screamed at him, knowing he could hear her. Sally placed a hand on Ally’s forehead to move a hair away but left it there. She was warm. She was running a temp. Sally lay Ally next to her and ran to the cell bars.
“Get a healer! My and Morta’s daughter is dying!” She may have stretched the truth slightly then again she may have not but it was the only way to get a healer. It didn’t work. Instead of summing a healer it summoned Morta.
“Daddy, let him go!” Stacy shouted.
“I should have killed you years ago when I had a chance, Markus! Now, you will die.” Morta shouted and his grip tightened. A choking noise escaped Mark’s lips and tears were flowing down his and Stacy’s cheeks.
“Please don’t, Dad! I’ll do anything! Please don’t kill him.” Stacy shouted and ran to her father’s side begging him but her eyes didn’t leave Markus’s. They were growing distant and he didn’t have much time left. Morta loosened his grip slightly and breath entered Mark’s lungs.
“Anything?” Morta whispered. There was one thing he wanted more than almost anything.
“Anything!” Stacy repeated breathlessly. What thoughts did she send in his head?
“Stay here and be my protégé and daughter once again and never leave.” Morta said and Stacy felt like she was the one being choked. But she had to.
“If I do, you’ll let Markus, Tom, Sam, Uncle Morris, and Mom leave, alive?”
“Yes.” Morta smiled smugly.
“Stace... Don’t sell your freedom for us… for me.” Markus whispered.
“I have to or you’ll die. I’ll never forgive myself if you all die for me. I can’t let that happen, Markus, you know that.” Stacy whipped away a tear and Morta smiled down at his daughter. Mark took that moment to kick Morta square in the chest. It happened so fast. Markus and Morta flying back. Morta growing angry and shooting a dark lightning bolt. The last scene seemed to happen in slow motion before Stacy’s eyes. The bolt soaring in the air toward Mark and hitting… near his heart.
“MARK!” Stacy screamed and shot up like she had been the one shot full of lighting. Her body groaned in protest of such quick movement. Stacy soon regretted the half stand up as the cell began to spin. She quickly fell back to the ground, nearly passing out. Never had she felt so weak with no pain involved. Stacy started sobbing into the dirt. The dream was so real. It seemed like it really happened. It was so real. Stacy thought as she let out a whimper.
“Ally, what’s wrong?” Sally asked loudly and was soon by her daughter’s side. Sally had used an old spell that teleported her from her cell to Ally’s and now was holding her daughter in her arms and half on her lap. Stacy was panting, still sobbing, and covered in a cold sweat. What did he do to you? Sally’s thoughts asked Stacy loudly.
“Ally, talk to me. What’s wrong?” Stacy thoughts slowed for a minute and she came to her senses. Stacy was weak, unsure, and her father was holding her captured she didn’t need another thing to the list, let alone a random woman knowing her name and petting her. Stacy looked up into a woman’s face. She knew the woman. But she couldn’t place where she had seen her.
“Who are you?” Stacy’s voice was barely audibly. Sally looked mournfully down at her daughter, wondering if Ally was really only seventeen years old and stroked her hair.
“Ally, its mom,” Tears raced down Sally’s cheek and streamed onto Stacy’s face.
“It’s mom. It’s mom.” Is this woman really my mom? Why would Dad keep her here? If he truly loved us he would let us leave. Not keep us here like caged animals. Stacy thought as she looked into her mother’s face again. Sally heard Ally’s thought and started sobbing harder.
“Momma?” Stacy whispered as she swallowed a sob.
Yes, hunny. It’s momma. I can’t believe I’ve found you again. Sally thought to Stacy. Stacy smiled up at her mother. She had really found her mother. And that dream was just that. A dream. It couldn’t hurt her. But something felt off about this dream. It was too real. Sally’s stopped sobbing soon after seeing her daughter smile but Stacy kept weeping. She soon began to mutter “It was so real” when the images of her dream clouded her vision of her mother.
“What’s wrong, Ally?” Sally asked quietly. Stacy started to tell her mom about her dream through thought and that was how they continued their talked when Stacy was finished. Stacy felt better just talking about it and having her mom around didn’t hurt either. Stacy stopped sobbing and loved her mom playing with her hair.
Who’s Markus, Ally?
Mom, what do you call someone you are Spell Bonded and in love with?
True Love, I suppose. She answered not catching on.
That suits him. Mark’s my True Love, as cheesy as that sounds. Stacy thought smiling. Sally on the other hand was frantic. One of her three kids was Spell Bonded already. She had missed so much of their lives.
My youngest is seventeen and already in love and bonded with someone? What if my sons are too? Sally thought for a moment forgetting that she could send her thoughts and that Ally could read them.
Sons? I have brothers?! Stacy asked quickly her thoughts sounded frantic and she began to wonder where they were. Stacy sat up and stood quickly, forgetting how weak she was. The room spun for just a moment then she blacked out and fell into her mother’s arms.
“ALLY?!” Sally shouted and shook her shoulder, nothing. Stacy was out cold in her mother’s arms. That’s when Sally noticed the bruises and marks that you could only get from being on the shocking table that were all over Stacy.
MORTA, YOU’RE A MONSTER! Sally’s thoughts screamed at him, knowing he could hear her. Sally placed a hand on Ally’s forehead to move a hair away but left it there. She was warm. She was running a temp. Sally lay Ally next to her and ran to the cell bars.
“Get a healer! My and Morta’s daughter is dying!” She may have stretched the truth slightly then again she may have not but it was the only way to get a healer. It didn’t work. Instead of summing a healer it summoned Morta.
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