The darkness swarmed me. The pain melted away and I felt the souls leave my body.
I tried to hold onto Astra’s because I couldn’t see anything and I didn’t want to lose her.
The darkness was endless, I knew I was on Earth but my body was damaged from holding three souls. I wasn’t conscious and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be.
I wandered around in this state for a long time. Sometimes I became delusional and I swore I saw Art and Astra. I had actually turned into a nut case; I’d faked being one when I was in an insane asylum years ago because I wanted to believe all of this fake and that I was delusional. I thought if I made myself believe I would be able to stop feeling guilty because it didn’t actually happen but the doctors weren’t convincing and I wasn’t weak enough to believe the shock therapy was actually doing anything.
Soon I was overrun by guilt again because I was trying to forget and I left the asylum to save people again from things they weren’t educated in and shouldn’t have messed around with. You’d be surprised by how many people mess with magic.
Art wasn’t one of them; he had shown up at the site of a witchcraft spell to stop the culprit before they caused more damage to themselves and others.
Astra, hopefully, she was okay. Hopefully, Art was looking after her.
I hoped she was healing, I hoped she was happy…