Cosmically Bound

Chapter 13 Day-Break (Mendora)

"You look like you need a hug." He said as he let me take a moment.

I wrapped my arms around his back and steadied myself by taking another breather. Gathering my courage I let go of the embrace as I walked over to Celestara. The medics had no intention of stopping me this time. Bending down I extended an arm and gently brushed my hand over her bandages. She snorted and lifted her head up looking away, I removed my hand and sighed. I didn't want to pressure her, the thought of working her up made me ill. Bringing my hand up to her forehead I felt her temperature, she was boiling which was good, if she was cold then that would be the problem. Which was odd but that was just how her kind worked. Luciean watched from afar as he stepped forward, his intent unclear. He lowered himself right next to me, placing his hand against Celestara's blood-stained bandages. The look on his face said it all—and it wasn't good. Pulling my hand back I stood up and glared down, incapable of looking away from the scene. It's just her leg. I repeated to myself until I believed it. I couldn't let this happen to anyone else—not again. Turning around I walked away, not wanting to see anymore—not needing to see anymore. I was going to get my revenge, I couldn't just wait around for Fellion to attack me, I had to attack him. A full-out strike would be idiotic but I had to try. For too long I was sitting idly, for too long I let him attack me, letting him attack us. Forcing my body to move I headed back to my room, I had to prepare for this first, then I could give the word. My body moved slowly, as if it was refusing to move at all. It felt heavy, and with every step, it got heavier, and my metal bones ached. I couldn't recall the last time I ever felt like this—if I had ever felt like this. My powers weren't boosting my mood and I wasn't sure why, Nellion said they wouldn't work if I was in a state of depression but they should stop me from feeling that way. Right? At least I thought so, I craved to feel that sudden rush of energy boosting my mood, it was helpful this morning. Now everything felt bleak and damp, I've only ever felt like this once and that was during the early stages of this war, back when I was naive. Now I couldn't even remember how I acted happy, all I knew was I just did. To the people I cared about at least. At this point winning the war wouldn't feel like a win, not after all we've lost—after all I've lost. Most likely not many people would be happy I was leading a full-front attack, I should probably ask someone about what they would think of it. I knew who to ask. I just didn't know where she was, Cathy would be able to help, or so I hoped. Scanning everyone and everything around me I noticed her, she was sitting by the same pond that I had last seen her before the attack. I suppose it was her favourite place after all, nice and serene, no one to disturb her. Making my way toward her I tried my best to be quiet, not wanting to ruin her peace. Her ears twitched a couple of times before she acknowledged me.

"Mendora." She arched her back sitting up straight, her posture looking like she hadn't gotten proper sleep in weeks.

"Cathy." I returned the greeting with a proper smile. "How are you doing?" I paused before adding, "Sorry that our conversation was cut short last time." I apologized.

Cathy shook her head and smiled.

"No need to apologize, you had practically stayed up the whole night." She responded with a grin.

I smiled in return. At least she wasn't upset, I thought to myself. Focusing my mind back on the conversation I stepped closer and clasped my hands in front of myself, trying to make myself look as modest as I could.

"So, I had a plan. A reckless one but it's worth a shot, I just wanted to tell someone first." I paused. "And you were the perfect candidate." I smiled.

Cathy turned her full attention to me, standing up as she took a final stretch. She gave me a gesture to continue on as she finished stretching her arms out.

"So, as you know after the last...attack, I've made it my job to ensure another one doesn't happen."

"What do you think happens in war, Mendora?" Cathy cuts me off.