Markus?
Stacy! Where are you?
I don’t know but there’s this man and he- AHH!!
The shocking pain stopped and Mark was gasping for air that didn’t seem to come.
“Mark? Mark what’s wrong?” Tommy heard Markus scream from Sam’s room and ran to see what was going on.
“It’s Stacy. I felt her get shocked.”
“You can feel her pain?” Mark nodded.
Stacy? Mark tried. Nothing. He tried again. Nothing. STACY, PLEASE ANSWER ME! PLEASE!
“I can’t hear her.” Mark stated quietly. Markus’s shoulders slumped at the news as did Tom’s.
“We have to find her.” Tom said urgently, almost desperately. Mark wondered why Tom sounded like that. They had only known Stacy for two days, if they didn’t count the week her powers came in. Yet, they all seem to bond over that small period of time.
“Sam should wake sometime tomorrow morning or tonight. When she does, we leave. Start packing food, water, clothes, and gear, for you and Sam. I’ll pack some for me and I’ll pack everything but clothes for Stacy. The clothes for Stacy are up to you, got it?” They had everything ready an hour before dawn. At dawn Sam woke up and they headed out slowly since Sam was weak from the hangover but if they had Mark’s way they would be running till dark. If they had Tom’s way they wouldn’t stop till they found her.
Stacy! Where are you?
I don’t know but there’s this man and he- AHH!!
The shocking pain stopped and Mark was gasping for air that didn’t seem to come.
“Mark? Mark what’s wrong?” Tommy heard Markus scream from Sam’s room and ran to see what was going on.
“It’s Stacy. I felt her get shocked.”
“You can feel her pain?” Mark nodded.
Stacy? Mark tried. Nothing. He tried again. Nothing. STACY, PLEASE ANSWER ME! PLEASE!
“I can’t hear her.” Mark stated quietly. Markus’s shoulders slumped at the news as did Tom’s.
“We have to find her.” Tom said urgently, almost desperately. Mark wondered why Tom sounded like that. They had only known Stacy for two days, if they didn’t count the week her powers came in. Yet, they all seem to bond over that small period of time.
“Sam should wake sometime tomorrow morning or tonight. When she does, we leave. Start packing food, water, clothes, and gear, for you and Sam. I’ll pack some for me and I’ll pack everything but clothes for Stacy. The clothes for Stacy are up to you, got it?” They had everything ready an hour before dawn. At dawn Sam woke up and they headed out slowly since Sam was weak from the hangover but if they had Mark’s way they would be running till dark. If they had Tom’s way they wouldn’t stop till they found her.
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“What have you done to her?!” Morta
snarled going to his daughter’s side.
“I have done nothing! ‘Tis you who is at fault, you monster! You shocked her, slapped her, threw her, you left here in a cold cell and now she is ill! I cannot believe such actions came from you onto your own daughter! Have you no heart!” Sally spat. She sounded centuries older and Morta wondered if she was back in time like he was. It was the first time they met. They went to a Wizard and Witch themed costume party for Halloween. They had to dress and speak like the humans from way back then. Strangely enough Sally and Morta were the only ones dressed like people from the 1500 something; Morta couldn’t remember the right date they dressed as. They spotted each other almost instantly. They talked, danced, and soon Morta fell in love with Sally. It was months later before she felt the same and the bonding began.
“I…” Sally started but didn’t know how to go on. She didn’t mean to use her that tone and words it just slipped. Now they both felt pain over this blast from the past. Morta deep down wanted to have his family back together and still loved his sweet Sally but his mind was poisoned with dark magic long ago and it consumed him. Only stronger light magic spell could save his mind now, magic that Sally didn’t possesses but sensed in Ally.
“Get the Healer and Servant Morris.” Morta shouted his eyes still locked with Sally’s. His hand holding Ally’s. Tears stood in Sally’s eyes and some even threatened to stand in Morta’s. Morta, the good part of him still left was fighting back. Sally saw it in his moist eyes.
“She needs you, Morta. She needs me. She needs her older brothers. She needs her family. She can’t get that here. Fight it, Morta. Come back to me so we can give our children what they need. I miss you, so much. I love you Morta, please come back to me.” Sally pleaded, her voice quavering. Morta couldn’t respond. His body shook and his tears fell. He was trying so hard to come back to his Sally but the evil in him fought harder. The Healer and Morris chose that moment to come into the cell and was taken aback by their Master’s tears.
“Cure her fever only. The rest she will have to deal with.” Morta snarled and stalked out of the room.
Oh my love, Sally thought hopelessly. What am I to do to get you back to me?
“I have done nothing! ‘Tis you who is at fault, you monster! You shocked her, slapped her, threw her, you left here in a cold cell and now she is ill! I cannot believe such actions came from you onto your own daughter! Have you no heart!” Sally spat. She sounded centuries older and Morta wondered if she was back in time like he was. It was the first time they met. They went to a Wizard and Witch themed costume party for Halloween. They had to dress and speak like the humans from way back then. Strangely enough Sally and Morta were the only ones dressed like people from the 1500 something; Morta couldn’t remember the right date they dressed as. They spotted each other almost instantly. They talked, danced, and soon Morta fell in love with Sally. It was months later before she felt the same and the bonding began.
“I…” Sally started but didn’t know how to go on. She didn’t mean to use her that tone and words it just slipped. Now they both felt pain over this blast from the past. Morta deep down wanted to have his family back together and still loved his sweet Sally but his mind was poisoned with dark magic long ago and it consumed him. Only stronger light magic spell could save his mind now, magic that Sally didn’t possesses but sensed in Ally.
“Get the Healer and Servant Morris.” Morta shouted his eyes still locked with Sally’s. His hand holding Ally’s. Tears stood in Sally’s eyes and some even threatened to stand in Morta’s. Morta, the good part of him still left was fighting back. Sally saw it in his moist eyes.
“She needs you, Morta. She needs me. She needs her older brothers. She needs her family. She can’t get that here. Fight it, Morta. Come back to me so we can give our children what they need. I miss you, so much. I love you Morta, please come back to me.” Sally pleaded, her voice quavering. Morta couldn’t respond. His body shook and his tears fell. He was trying so hard to come back to his Sally but the evil in him fought harder. The Healer and Morris chose that moment to come into the cell and was taken aback by their Master’s tears.
“Cure her fever only. The rest she will have to deal with.” Morta snarled and stalked out of the room.
Oh my love, Sally thought hopelessly. What am I to do to get you back to me?
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