Chapter Three: Rhunön
Rhunön was on her feet in an instant. She scanned her surroundings for danger, and saw a girl crouching on the floor, her delicate face a mask of shock. Her memory quickly supplied a name: Mira.
“Are you okay… Mira?” Rhunön asked her uncertainly.
Mira nodded, “Fowlie?” she asked hopefully.
Rhunön shook her head sadly, “No. I am Rhunön. She, Fowlie, is calling for you, counting manically at the time until she regains control of this body,” she said as she helped Mira up from the floor. She dried her tears on her shirt and looked once more at the window that showed Domvoia on the operating table.
I followed her gaze, sighing quietly. My heart shattered at her words. Fowlie was in pain, Dommy was in pain and there was nothing I could do about it.
Rhunön’s black eyes took on a strange silvery glow, “She is in a tremendous amount of pain. She is begging for mercy from the demons her mind has created to plague her and torture her, to tear her apart,” she whispered hoarsely, swaying back and forth slightly. “FowlStar says she’s sorry, yet they still persist. Repentance shall never be enough.”
“D-do you think Dom will be o-okay though?” I asked worriedly, looking at this new…strangely quiet and dark personality. “I know Fowlie had dealt with depression in the past, I knew she was dark, but not this distant and unattached,” Mira thought as Rhunön began speaking once again after a silence of some minutes.
“I know not,” Rhunön responded darkly, “take me to Domvoia at once.”
I started at her unusual request, but despite the unpredictability of FowlStar’s consciousness at this moment, I lead her to a door by the operating window and let her inside. I watched as she said something to the warlocks and surgeon fairies and they all moved aside, revealing an almost normal looking Domvoia again. There was a faint scar on her stomach, and a bruise here and there, but nothing too serious.
Rhunön looked agitated as soon as she put her hand on Dommy’s forehead. She moved away, seemingly growling and muttering under her breath. She moved back to Dommy and back away again, plainly disturbed.
Mira let me into the operating room. I immediately asked for the surgeon in charge and requested that he pull his team back, away from Domvoia. I knew there was something wrong. Her injuries weren’t just physical. Her aura was faint and greyish, not that of one who has just underwent a massive healing and magical transfusion.
To test my theory, I tried reading her thoughts by placing my hand on her head to establish a physical link. I found nothing, just a murky film over millions of words and phrases and pictures floating just out of her reach. Suddenly, I hit a barrier, and a sharp pang of mental energy forced its way through my mind. I backed away, muttering curses angrily under my breath.
I moved forward and tried again, this time seeking clues buried deeper within her mind. That was where I found painful memories of the attack. Therein was her mental trauma. It would not allow her to wake up. She would remain in a coma until her body decided it was out of danger. Again with that mental dagger of energy pushing me back. It was her brain’s response to danger. I moved away, trying to remain calm.
And again, I placed my hand on her head and dug as deep as I could, to emerge in a peaceful meadow where Domvoia was huddled among the shadowy gnarled roots of a thousand year old Oak tree, her back turned to me. I moved forward, making a choked sound. I wasn’t sure it was entirely me who managed a weak “Dommy,” before the apparition I was about to comfort turned around, and all I saw were hollow eyes and a thin pale lifeless face. I moved back, retreating from her mind, afraid, so very afraid. I knew what I had to do, even if I would ultimately have to hand the body over to the next personality.
I quickly put one hand over her heart, my other hand still covering her head, and began chanting. I know not how I knew the very healing words to speak to bring her back, but I spoke them nonetheless. I began swaying as I transferred my energy to hers, raw silver energy transforming and blossoming into pink thriving vital energy as soon as it came into contact with Domvoia’s aura. I could feel, almost see her aura slowly being vitalized, her memories removed, the trauma being withdrawn from her mind.
And then, I collapsed, fading to darkness.
*Thank you to Domvoia for helping to co-write this chapter.