Chapter 17- The Power Tries To Reawaken
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Lyra POV
I was just starting to enjoy myself and relax, finally feeling calm for the first time in a few days, when all of a sudden, a radiating pain caused me to scream out in agony.
No sooner had the cry left my lips than Silas turned on his heel and is now running so fast that the hallways of the house are becoming a blur. He is running so fast that it is not physically humanly possible. No matter how much training someone has undergone, no one should be able to run this fast.
What is going on here?
Before I can ask anything, another pain wracks through my body and forces another scream out past my lips.
"Just hold on, Lyra, I've got you," Silas growls, his grip tightening on me.
A rational part of me feels a bit of fear at the growl, his voice sounding almost inhuman. Yet a subconscious part of me feels safe. My head starts to spin, causing the pain wracking through my body to intensify, almost as if the pain itself is trying to distract me from something, but from what?
Silas bursts into the room that I had been in earlier this morning, kicking the door shut behind me before laying me gently onto the bed.
The moment my back hits the bed, it is almost as if something is trying to get out of me. My back arches, my spine curving as if there is an invisible thread pulling me upwards.
"It... it hurts so bad." I choke out, squeezing my eyes shut to try to limit the pain. "Inside my ribs... something is trying to break out!"
I feel someone grab my hands, pinning my arms to the bed. "Look at me Lyra! Fight it. Push the pain down." Silas' voice breaks through and helps my mind to start to clear.
I suddenly remember something from when I was a child; I remember getting pain like this back then, too, and suddenly I hear a voice that feels familiar and yet like a stranger. "Focus on your breathing, Lyra, count each breath, take it nice and slow."
I do as the voice instructed.
One, intense pain.
Two, still intense pain.
Three, the pain starts to slightly ebb off, not by much, but enough that I can take a slightly deeper breath.
Four, pain eases off a bit more.
By the time I have counted to twenty, I am both dizzy and in control of the pain. It is still there, but now the pain feels more manageable.
I let out a sigh of relief... but the relief does not last for long.
Silas POV
I watch as Lyra starts to control her breathing, amazed by how she knew to use this technique, but glad that she is. While she is in this level of pain, Fenrir is clawing in my head to be let out, wanting to comfort his mate. But both of us can only watch on, be here, and support Lyra as best as we can.
Finally, Lyras' breathing starts to calm down, and I start to think that she is over the worst of it, but suddenly the air in the room begins to change. The room itself feels as if it has started to hum, the same sound as last night from when I entered Lyras' room.
A faint silver light flickers beneath the skin of Lyras' throat.
Suddenly, the hand that I am holding begins to heat up, and within seconds, it is too hot to handle. I pull my hand back on instinct and hiss as my hand feels like it has just been burned, but when I look down, my hand is fine.
It is then that I realise that it is not just Lyras' body that is starting to feel hot, but the entire room. The temperature in the room is starting to rise so much that the glass bedside lamp tinks as a hairline fracture appears on the edge of the glass.
I want to start taking off my clothes because of how hot it has gotten within seconds, but as quickly as it rose, the temperature plummets back to normal.
The hum filling the room also vanishes, and I watch in shock as Lyra slumps back onto the bed and into the pillows. Her hair fans the pillows, making it look as if she is laying her head on finely intwined layers of silver. Her breath is coming out in long, shuddering sobs, and I realise that she is trapped within her mind, reliving some kind of nightmare. Her face turns paler, her lips go blue, and suddenly she starts to shake.
But this is not from her enigma power; this is clearly some form of nightmare or trauma that she is stuck in, but I do not know if I should wake her up or not.
I dare not move; the grip that Lyra has on my hand may be bone-crushing, but I feel like it is nothing compared to her pain. The wimpers leaving her every few seconds break my heart, and Fenrir is howling in pain at the sight og his mate.
Mate is strong. I say, trying to calm Fenrir down.
Mate is in pain. He cries.
I sigh. I know, we will get Dr. Aris here soon; hopefully, he can shed some light on what is going on.
Mate needs us.
I know.
Mate strong but weak, mate needs a shoulder to lean on. Whatever she has been through has been tough. Need to be there for mate.
I let Fenrir's words sink in, for an impulsive creature, Fenrir can be very observant sometimes.
I watch Lyra sleep, her face contorted in pain and horror, reliving a memory that is clearly distressing her.
What have you been through? I wonder to myself, really taking a look at the girl in front of me.
While Lyra may be independent and strong, Fenrir is right in that Lyra needs someone to lean on, and I hope that, over time, the person she leans on can become me.
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