《Other Worldly - Magi Fanfiction》Chapter 3 - Decisions
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"Fucking Shit Sin! It stings," I hissed as he put a water soaked rag against my arm. He was disinfecting a cut. I was sitting up on the wall o the well while he was on the ground, leaning up against me.
"You know I don't know what you're saying," he said with a smirk. He tied up the last cut, which I was guessing was the deepest. "But are you going to tell me what caused these this time?" I have gotten injured plenty of times through the years. We were thirteen at this point. One year away from the dungeon.
"Well it's obvious from the cuts, a knife," I scoffed, trying to lighten the mood. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to explain more. "A fight," I sighed. It was nothing new. I had gotten into fights constantly since after Badr left. Originally it was to make the people talking bad of us. Then when they were done to stop people from doing bad, like raping women and stealing. Then I started stealing myself, not for me, but for others. That was about when we started going to the city to try and get jobs. Recently the rukh have been leading me to where I could help and doing what I could, either beat in up guys or steal food for families. I didn't care what happened to me as long as I couldn't help others. "There was a group of men attacking a girl, and I stopped them."
"I think they got you," he commented. I was covered in cuts and burses. It was true they didn't get me food, and I barely got a hit on them.
"Dose it really matter, the girl got away safely, and I didn't die... " I mummbled under my breath. He didn't the same thing as me. He would stop bandits, and help people. He . be perfectly fine though. I was the only who taught him how to fight, how could he be better than me. I was even taller than him, for the time being. It was all because he had a special connection with the rukh. I had one too, but it was different than his.
"Ady," at least my childhood nickname stuck through all these years. "You've got to stop doing this. You put yourself in danger everyday. You come home beaten and broken. It hurts to see you like this, and it can't be good for you mentally." I brought my gaze down to my feet, my still barely feet. I couldn't feel his gaze on the top of my head.
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"I should go make dinner," I told him, hopping off, and pushing past him. I didn't want to talk about that. I made my way into his house, ever since Esra fell ill I took over the cooking and cleaning.
I entered the house to see Esra was asleep. Out of a bit of fear I went over to her to check it she still have a pulse. She did, not to my surprise. She still has a year before she died. After my heart was beating again I went over and made dinner. The usually bread and soup. If I wasn't all cut up I would have gone hunting and got an animal to cook up too. I only made enough for two people, I wasn't hungry.
"Aren't you gonna eat?" Sin asked after I sat down his tray. I didn't bother sitting down, and headed to the door.
"I'm not hungry," I told him. I couldn't help but sound salty from before. "I'm going home, see you in the morning." I still kept all my things in the house i once shared with my adoptive parents. At that point it was just a garden and a place for me to keep the small amount of things I had.
I didn't even get there though. I was about three steps away from Sins house and I just stopped. There, over the ocean was a sunset. People like linking metaphorical things to them. Honestly I just stopped cause it was pretty. "You didn't get far," Sin commented. I shrugged, not taking my eyes of the orange of the setting sky.
"I just want to help people," I mumbled. I finally had the courage to tell him. "I'm question I almost everything else about me, but for that fact. The fact I want to help others. I barely even know myself that I don't care what happens to me." For once what captivated my attention wasn't my feet.
"Don't say that!" Sin yelled, stepping into my veuw. The ground was elevated a bit so we were the same height. I could see the tears running down his face. "I don't think I could live without you. I've been thinking of my future recently. No matter how absurd it is you are always there with me. I can't loose you." I tore my eyes away from his golden ones. I could deal with the tears streaming down his face. The rukh around him, which was a plentiful, were glowing a pink color instead of yellow. Like they were around Hakuryuu with Morgiana. Sin loved me, and not in the sisterly way, I think.
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"I don't want to wake your mom," I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him further away from his house. Once again back to the well. "I don't think I can return those feelings," I mean, my old fan girl was yelling at me to proclaim that love, but I was too confused about who I was in that world. "I don't know where I belong in this world, or even if I do..." tears streamed down my face. I know everything about this world. But I know nothing about me. "I don't know. How can I picture my future if I don't know my present."
"Ady," he came over and wrapped an arm around my shoulders as I stared down in the well. I could see my reflection in the water. The person was not myself. The me I knew had short blond hair, a simple oval face, a mushroom nose, and place lips. That was Adaline, the person I saw was Audria. She had long dark blue hair, with a braid in her bangs, containing three beads, a blue, purple, and pink. Her face was round, with cheekbones, something she appeared to not have in her past life, her nose was that of a tear drop, and her lips were always a simple shade of pink. One thing they did have in common, those eyes, those big blue eyes. Which could be either filled with emotion or an empty void.
"Can you at least try picturing it?" he asked of me. I sighed and closed my eyes, showing that I'd try. "We'd left this place far behind, where there is no war." I couldn't picture anywhere else but Sindria. "We'd have a quant house, which we both worked hard for." Only the palace would stay in my mind. "It would just be us..." The eight generals. "Maybe some kids..." Aladdin, Alibaba, Morgiana. I couldn't picture a future when I knew a possible one. I couldn't have him change his destiny just for me. Someone I didn't even know.
I had been trying to go through this life as Adaline, but I wasn't her. I was Audria. I didn't know who that was, but I needed to find out. "I'm going to leave tomorrow," I told him. A decision I had just come to. "I need to learn who I am, and I can't do that here." I paused for a second, he opened his moth to say something. "Alone, you need to stay here with your mom. If you follow me I will bring you back and tie you to your mother." I glared at him, and his face returned to his normal smile.
"Why do you feel like you don't know yourself?" Sin questioned. To him I was probably just delirious or something.
"Do you believe in reincarnation?" I asked out of no where. He scoffed and crossed his arms.
"Sudden change of subject," he commented. But it was part of the conversation. I glared at him and raised an eyebrow. "Alright, maybe, I haven't thought about it."
"I am reincarnated, and I have all the memories from my past life," I told him in the most serious face I could manage.
"Are you sure you didn't hit your head, " he asked, truly concerned. He graabed me and started checking the injuries on my head.
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"Are you sure you should do this," Esra asked me. I was going to leave. It was early in the morning and I had come to say goodbye, but when I showed up Sin was gone. I assumed he had already made his way to the city.
"I'm sure," I told her with a smile, "I will come back, so this isn't good bye, just see ya later." She grabbed my free hand and gave it a weak squeeze. "Get better soon, and say goodbye to Sin for me." I wasn't sure the next time I would see him would be.
I was walking down the path away from his house, when I heard frantic running. I saw Sin running down to me. "You really are going?" he asked me, with pain in his eyes.
"I need to do this," I told him with a smile, "Besides, I'm holding you back, you have such a.... amazing destiny. I will be back though."
"You better," he reasponded with a smile. He gave me a quick hug. "I get that you need to find yourself, they are a great person. I love them so much." I couldn't help but blush at it. He's such a nerd.
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