Third Person

The candle rested upon the wooden mantle, unburnt. The room was dim, with no windows to allow the natural light to reflect in. Frankie struck the match, and she stood back just a little, watching the new flame flicker its golden hue.

The flame burnt nearly amid the dusty wax, the tasteful mocha hues dull beneath the layers of years. At first, it smelled odd, as if the fire were digesting the dirt, then it was just the same as any other candle — orange flame, blackening wick and pooling wax.

"I'm not sure this is going to work?" Frankie asked, settling her body down on the wooden planks.

"You've done a seance before, right?" Lucas questioned, planting down the books Frankie collected. "Maybe one of the witches might know how to help Drew."

"Let's just hope they want to. When Taisla kidnapped me, she stole the ancient witches' powers, and gave them to me. Sometimes I hear their haunting whispers," Frankie explained, opening one of the grimoires which had a bookmark inside.

Frankie scanned over the spell before reciting it. " Phesmatos Manex, Un Domo Hax, Fero Adiuvex. Phesmatos Manex, Uno Domo Hax, Fero Adiuvex, " she continued chanting the spell causing the flames to thrive on the candles. The flame blazed around the room, catching Lucas's attention. The spell must be working.

"Franks?" Lucas's eyebrows were scrunched up as he stared at the dark brown-haired girl. Several moments elapsed. Her eyes flickered open revealing her chocolate eyes have evolved to rosy color.

Her eyes scanned the room while her eyebrows scrunched together. "Kaysar," left Frankie's mouth. "Why have you come here, Lucas?"

Lucas glanced upward, his mouth pursed but slightly opened and loose. His eyebrows furrowed as he blinked, pondering how this Kaysar knew about him. "I need your help," Lucas informed. "I need to know if there's a spell that can help a soulmate from dying."

Kaysar raised one of her brows, standing emotionless in front of Lucas. "No. Our job is to make sure everything is balanced," she answered.

"Is that true? Or are you just saying that so you don't have to move a finger," Lucas pondered, his tongue glazing over his lips.

"Perhaps it is his time to die," her pink colored eyes bored into his.

Lucas shook his head. "No, that's not balance. You're punishing us for Taisla's mistake. He doesn't deserve it," Lucas commented.

Kaysar tilted her head upwards, continuing her gaze with Lucas. "I will not give you what you want," she stated, crossing her arms on her chest.

"So you're saying that there's an answer to give? Please, if you have a solution, just tell me. Please help me save my friend," Lucas pleaded.

There had to be a way to save Drew, right?

Kaysar narrowed her eyes, lowering her gaze towards the forth then quickly back towards Lucas. She stood there with a blank expression before being attacked with an intense mirage. "Ahh!" Frankie was blinded with flashing colorful spots and craved darkness. The pain felt like someone had taken a knife to his skull. Squeezing her eyes shut, she willed the pain to go away.

Frankie tumbled to the ground, her hands gripping onto her head. "Ohh! They don't want us here," Frankie whimpered. "They think I'm violating their powers."

"They know something. There's an answer. They just don't want to tell me," Lucas frustratedly sighed, pushing his fingers through his locks.

"Yeah. . ." Frankie exhaled, still concentrating on the pain rooted deep in her head. "I kept hearing them whisper a name."

"What was it?" Lucas asked.

She licked her lips before she said, "Lorenzo."

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"I was surprised to get your call so soon," Lorenzo said, opening the door for Lucas who was waiting outside.

"Let's just get this over with," Lucas sighed, entering the house.

With a swift of Lorenzo's hand, the room turned into a cave. Its general shape was ovoid, the walls below the ridge smoothly curved to the floor, the walls above arched another hundred feet up. Lorenzo snapped his finger, having fire appear in his palm, beaming the light towards the tunnel.

Lorenzo led the way to the hidden room. All of the sudden, flaming torches sparked to life, lighting up the room and bathing the entire cavern in a flickering orange glow. In the middle of the room was a colossal piece of obsidian, like stone. Next to the boulder was a man-made cobblestone sink. There was another man standing in front of the boulder waiting for them to arrive.

The man shook his head to move his long brown bangs from his eyes. "Hello, sir," The man said, bowing down to Lorenzo.

"Hello, Cohutta," Lorenzo responded, causing the pale-skin man to jolt up. A scraggy greying beard climbed Cohutta's face like last years raggedy vines after a severe winter. His beard clung to his face in clumps like moss on a dry rock.

"The volunteer is waiting in another room while we set everything up," Cohutta explained, bowing again before moving to the side.

"Perfect, let's get the grimoire set for you to read from," Lorenzo said, and Cohutta immediately did what he was told.

"I thought you were doing the spell?" Lucas asked, standing in the middle of the room away from them.

"Oh, god no, little Cohutta over here is going to do it," Lorenzo replied, laying his hands onto Cohutta's shoulders. "You see, black magic takes a lot of energy to use. It would take weeks to be able to do a spell again. Obviously I can't risk that, but Cohutta here is the 2nd best black magic witch."

"Wow, thank you, sir. That's such an honor," Cohutta beamed, receiving a handshake from his master.

"Cohutta, hurry, we don't have all night," Lorenzo said, shooing Cohutta away and towards the supplies.

Cohutta rushed over to the bolder, skimming through the pages of the grimoire and looking for a spell. After finding the spell, he pulled out the dagger from his pocket and placed it on the page.

"Where's Imogen?" Lorenzo asked.

"Drew is watching over her," Lucas replied, reminiscing about the plan they discussed before coming here.

"You remember what to tell her when she wakes up right?" Lucas asked, his light brown eyebrows scrunched together, and he slightly bit his lip.

"Of course, how could I forget?" Drew answered, chuckling.

Lucas glanced down at his watch, noticing what time it was. "I'm going to go now." Lucas responded, grabbing his cashmere sweater from the hook.

"Lucas!" Drew said, causing Lucas to glance over his shoulder. "Thank you for doing this. I know I'm not solely the reason why, but I appreciate you wanting to save me."

"It's no big deal. You would do the same for me right," Lucas chuckled, his eyebrow shooting up. "Bye, Drew."

Before Lucas left the house, he traveled downstairs to the basement. Light flooded into the basement from the windows that crowned the room. His eyes were drawn towards the fresh spring flowers that surrounded the coffins. Lucas wandered towards the lavender-colored coffin, his hands hovering over the latch.

He tilted his head, hesitating over opening it up. His fingers wrapped around the latch, pulling upward, revealing Imogen's body. Her black hair was neatly brushed going down her shoulder, making her skin noticeably paler. However, Lucas still viewed her as beautiful. The only thing missing was her light.

They haven't changed her outfit from that night. Her maroon shirt was still stained with her blood along with her blue ripped jeans. Lucas reached to hold her cold hand, tenderly rubbing it with his thumb. His heart yearned to see her smile once more before he leaves. She seemed so peaceful, despite the fact that her death was gruesome.

"I love you, Imi," Lucas whispered.

"Lucas!" Lorenzo yelled, snapping Lucas from his thoughts.

"Huh?" Lucas answered, rubbing the nape of his neck.

"Cohutta is ready. We're going to start the spell right now," Lorenzo explained, moving back, allowing Cohutta to take the lead on the spell.

Lucas walked over to stand behind Cohutta, leaning his back against the wall. Cohutta straightened his arms, latin words forming from his lips along with a grey aura. His auras grew larger as the spell became stronger. Lucas watched as Cohutta glided the knife against his palm, having the blood flood down to the sink.

Every drop was followed with sizzle causing smoke to surround the room. Cohutta turned around and said, "I'm ready for the volunteer." The smoke caused Lucas to hack and started waving the fog from his face.

Lorenzo opened the door, gesturing for the volunteer to enter the room. Soon enough, the volunteer wandered in the room, acting nonchalant to Lucas's surprise. She didn't seem fazed at all, her auburn curls caressing her shoulders. Lorenzo held her hand, dragging her towards Cohutta who pointed at the obsidian bench.

Slowly, her body settled down on the bench, staring up at the smoke-filled room. She placed her hands beside her and tried to keep her heart from beating out of her chest. This was for the greater good, but dying still frightened her. She will be remembered for this heroic sacrifice, at least that's what she told herself.

Cohutta caressed her flushed cheek. "Don't worry, my darling, it will be over in a blink," he reassured.

She nodded, swallowing back the lump caught in her throat and held back the tears that wanted to pour out. Good thing she was laying down since she felt her legs go weak, her stomach lurching and her heart ached. It only got worse when moments went by and nothing happened, causing her hands to shake beside her.

I'll be okay. I'll be okay. I'll be okay.

"Shhh stay calm," Lorenzo whispered, swiping her auburn curls behind her ears making her cheeks flush pink.

Cohutta raised the knife and recited, " Quia Sanguis Sanguinem, Mortuus est Mortuus. Et Effundet Liberate." He continued chanting the spell and jammed the knife into her heart causing the girl's body to jolt. She shouted, watching the blood oozoo out of her chest and spilling to the floor. Her eyes glimmered with watery tears as she felt the whole world disappear around her. Cohutta pulled the knife out of her chest and dragged it towards the sink.

"Et Novam, Vitam Accipere, Sanguinem Annorum, Vitae," Cohutta chanted as the blood dripped from the blade and onto the sink. The sizzle sound continued with every plunge of blood, consuming the room with grey smoke.

Suddenly, a burst of ivory light shined through the room, lighting up the entire room. Lucas and Lorenzo lifted their hands and shielded their eyes from the excessive light. Abruptly the light disappeared and Cohutta wiped his hands on his cloak.

"It's done," Cohutta said.

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From- Lucas

It's done.

"Just got a text from Lucas. She should be waking up any minute now," Drew said.

Rebel, Frankie and Robert all paced around the room. Everyone agreed that going through with the spell was wrong but no one could have stopped Lucas. Now they just prayed everything worked as plan and Imogen will be back in there lives. Frankie leaned her head onto Rebel's shoulder, afraid to see what will happen next.

Robert leaned against the wall, fixated on the flowers that surrounded the other coffins. At least Imogen was coming back giving me another reason to continue going on. Daenerys would be astounded knowing Imogen had another chance at life. There her body laid just inches away from me and I can't do anything to bring her back. Daenerys wanted me to continue going that's why she brought Imogen back to us.

He traveled towards her lavender coffin and her body laying peacefully on the bed. Her pale complexion haunted Drew. He missed the way her cheeks flushed when she would get shy. His hand brushed against her cold newly painted hand, shuddering from the cold. Drew wrapped his arm around her head and the other under her torso.

Carefully bringing her to the couch and settling her body down. He caressed her brown locks, swept it behind her ears. "Please come back. . . Because I can't stand the idea of you hating me forever," he softly whispered.

Imogen's pointer finger started twitching. Slowly her chesting started moving again and skin was evolving back to it's normal complexion. Suddenly, Imogen jolted forward colliding her head into Drew's. Drew groaned, instantly his hands lurching forward to support her.

"Imogen!" Drew said as Imogen continued gasping for air.

"Hey!" Rebel instantly rushed towards Imogen and kneeled down at the couch.

Imogen's eyes scanned around the room, trying to take everything in. Drew's hand held onto her head as he stared directly into her eyes. "What happened?" Imogen breathed out, slowly her hand wrapping around his arm.

"How do you feel?" Drew asked with concerned look in his eyes.

Imogen exhaled having her hand touch all around. "I feel fine," she answered with a slight nodded causing Drew to exhaled in relief along with Rebel.

"Rebel," Imogen beamed, stumbling from the couch and lurching forward into Rebel's arms. His embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms seemed protective when wrapped around her frail body. The world had melted away as she squeezed him back, not wanting the moment to end.

"Imi, I'm so glad you're okay," Rebel whispered, slowly removing his arms from his sister.

Immediately, Imogen's eye drifted towards Frankie who was silently crying. Imogen leaped into her arms, having Frankie squeeze her a friction tighter. Frankie wiped the tears that dripped down her cheeks. Imogen breathed more slowly, her body melting into Frankie's as every muscle lost its tension.

"I wouldn't know what to do without you," Frankie said. "I'm so happy it worked."

Imogen furrowed her brows, removing her arms from around Frankie. "What worked?"

Rebel sighed. "The spell. They placed a spell to bring you back."

"So, I was actually dead," Imogen said, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Imi, I'm glad you're back," Robert commented placing her arm around her shoulder and gently rubbing it.

"Oh, my god, Robert. How's Dany. Did she make it throu-," Imogen frantically asked but from his sorrow-filled expressed. She knew the answer. "No. . ." Imogen wept covering her mouth with her hand. The tears escaped like dam in a river and Robert whipped her tears away.

"It's okay. I'm okay," Robert whispered.

"Where's Lucas," Imogen questioned while the rest kept looking at each other.

Drew exhaled. "He's with his uncle."

"His uncle?" Imogen asked, furrowed her brows.

"His uncle offered to bring you back but there was debt to pay. . . Lucas has to stay with his uncle and help him," Drew explained trying to read Imi's expression.

"Help him with what? His crimes? Why would you let him go through with it," Imogen groaned, pacing around the room.

"Lucas already made up his mind. Nothing was going to change it," Rebel answered.

Lucas gave himself up for me?

Thank you for reading this new chapter!! It wasn't as sad as I claimed ;) but don't worry the sadness is yet to come.

Are you guys happy Imogen is back?

What about Lucas leaving with His uncle?

Do you think is sacrifice was enough to save Drew?
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