AGATHA'S POV

I descended the spiral stairs from my room. A straight entrance to the lounge.
    Someone was lying on the couch, producing such inhumane groans... Harry. Saw the blur of blond hair from where I stood.

Grandpa knelt beside him.
But his eyes were on me already.
     Becka rushed over to block me. "Go back to your room Agatha!" It was a command.
Which I obviously ignored and ran past her to see what had happened.

Harry's torso was bleeding. The cuts were turning green, and, appeared like imprints.
     I gasped covering my mouth.
"What happened?"
Grandpa rose. His expression wasn't spoilt, but didn't show any merry either.

   "Somebody helping this William did this. He said they were three kids, from school."

I frowned. Three? Must have been the new students that had sat at the back of the class.
   "Why, why would they do this to Harry? And, look, his cuts are so green, and...blood gem. What is that?"

"Don't worry, I got this, trust me. Just go to your room. Remember you ain't feeling well."
     His gray eyes smiled at me warmly. Is that how it felt for someone caring for me? Well, it was a tingly light feeling that was cosy in the inside.

But I couldn't help noticing the imprint of agony on Harry's face. Sure he had starting making me dislike him, but not to such hatred.
   "How will you heal him? He looks like he's in terrible pain."

From the sweat beards rolling down his temples, the evidence of how real the pain was ran deep.
   I took pity on the poor guy. Was going through so much all for the family.
        
      "Trust Grandpa dear. No go!"
Was there anything to do or say, just left after exchanging one glance with Harry.
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  After dinner, we were all summoned to the study room.
The couches were enough to host us. With two singles at the start.
   "Sit here." Grandpa indicated the second single couch next to his... There wasn't time to think, as it was, I was late.

   "I've called everyone here because soon, things will start changing. How? You may be asking yourself. And I'll break it down to all of you." He paused to pick the crumpled cloth from the little wooden table before us.
      We watched in the silence as he straightened the folds, revealing what could have been the most beautiful jewellery to ever lay eyes on...a red gem shaped up to possess an oval.

As it hit hard,  the beauty that had moved me died. That thing, it was the death of human kind.
   
   There were some surprised gasps from my cousins in awe.
"This, is the Crying Gem. Forget all the stories you've ever read or heard of it. This is the ultimate ingredient to endless power."
    Nobody even breathed. They seemed to have restricted any air from going in, just  stared greedily at the gem.

"You asked how the rebels won the war, I made them unbreakable, invisible, powerful, strong. And that's exactly what I'll make each and every one of you. Well, except, Agatha."
     It had sounded like a history lesson. Then it hit again. Why was I to be excluded?

   "Why?" My cry shot.

The male faced me.
   "You're the antidote honey. A virus cannot infect a cure."
"Antidote? To what?"
    "Relax dear. Your place beside me is much effective."

I let it rest at that. And he continued with his speech.
  "So if anyone does not feel comfortable having to go through with this, might as well as leave the family. I'm not raising weaklings. The Cruise has always been powerful to the world. And once more, Black Hills will feel us. I've watched them torment Agatha like an outcast... Vengeance is ours."

    There were traces of fear in their eyes... He hadn't given them any option, it was either being turned to an undead, or typically, dying. It was true, Athaga hated cowards. He loathed scared beings... And honestly, that was starting to give me some peace.
      Soon, all the people that made my life hell, would pay.

         "With that, at midnight, everyone should be in the tombs. Am I clear?"
  "Yes!" They chorused obediently.

      *Midnight*

Grandpa flashed a smile at me as we walked to the center of the flower.
    There was a stand holding a hand-like steel. As we reached it, Athaga slid the gem inside the hand and it quickly shut itself.
   I acted like a spectator, following all he did, from placing the gem, to him slicing his left palm and allowing a few drops of blood drip on the gem.

He looked back at me, stretching the ruby dagger to me.
      I got close enough, took the weapon, and did what he had done. As soon as my blood joined his on the ruby, the 'jewellery' lit up a bright shade of lava.

The light almost blinded me if I hadn't raised an arm over my eyes.
    When the light died off, steel clicked, and I saw the hand-thing that had held the gem open up.
The blood was gone, remaining a solid stone that had been there.

Grandpa took it, before dipping it in the silver bowl lying on the floor. As soon as it drowned in the water, a deep shade of crimson clouded the initial water.
    He took it out after a minute, then wrapped it before handing the thing to me.

        From the center, I watched him walk round, giving everyone a sip of the portion, concoction, or whatever it was.

  "And let the Silver era begin," the old man declared in an evil voice... The bell started ringing from Harry's tags on the rope.

   Everyone suddenly grew weak, and jellied down to the ground.

What had I done?
But right then, it felt every way good, the best thing.
       A wicked grin kisses my lips.

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