I woke up the next day, still shaken by the fire curse. I felt different as I got dressed for school. I ate breakfast, and walked to my bus stop. I walked into class, and Sora greeted me.
“Hey man. I’ve got something to show you. After I left I started experimenting with essences on my own. Here, there’s something I want to show you.”
He produced a pen filled with a fountain pen, glowing with a purple essence I recognized as seer essence. He wrote the words ‘When will Mr. Stevens come into the class?’ He tapped the paper, then the purple ink shifted into the words Mr. Stevens will arrive in precisely 27 seconds. We stared at the clock, and 27 ticks later, as if on cue, Mr. Stevens walked through the door.
“Sorry I’m late for class, I ran into some trouble in the hallways,” he said. “Today, we will practice extracting our cursed and blessed essence. Sora and Carmen, you can head to the library.”
As we shuffled through the halls, Sora said to me “There’s another curse I want to show you.”
We got into the library, and he silently pulled a pen from his pocket, this one glowing in a shade of blue I didn’t recognize. He drew a simple line, then tapped it. Water appeared hovering in an unnaturally straight line above the paper, then froze and stayed there. My eyes widened in shock, realizing that this was all too parallel to my fire curse yesterday night.
Sora knew me all too well.
“Something’s wrong isn’t it?”
“Uh, it’s nothing.”
“It’s not ‘nothing’. I saw that look in your eyes. Something about that upset you and I want to know why. I want to help.”
My heart fell, as I replied, “I’m sorry. I can’t tell you.”
He looked down. After an uncomfortable amount of silence, he said “You never let anyone help you. If you would just-”
“I don’t need help, Sora. Stop! Keep out of my business.” I added with a shudder, “Please.”
The rest of that day went by in a blur, my mind clouded. I didn’t speak to Sora after that. At the end of the day, I decided to walk home, needing to clear my head free of distractions. I passed by a park where I used to hang out with Sora. I walked over to the swings and sat there for a while. Thoughts whirred through my mind. Do I need help? I should apologize to Sora. Deep down I knew that he was right. What if he hated me now? What if-
“I knew you’d be here.”
I jumped and fell out of the swing. I looked up. What I saw was the smirking face of the boy who wanted to help, the source of my turmoil. Sora looked at me on the ground and offered me his hand, asking, “Need any help?"
Author's note
To the four people who care, sorry for the late episode. I've been trying to mentally prepare for reasons that I'll explain in the next author's note. Episodes might be a little shorter and infrequent for a bit, so please be patient (or bug me into writing the next episode).
Thank you! -RavenJo
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