Bronte woke up in the healing center, covered in bandages. He immediately sat up, and regretted it instantly. "FINTAN?! FIN- fintan!" he yelled. Elwin darted over to him, and firmly made him lie down. "Fintan is not here, Bronte. He was here for about 6 seconds total, but you would have definitely died if it were not for hi- Hey, it's okay! You're safe now..." Bronte collapsed back onto the cot, numb tears leaving streaks on his face. "I'm safe, Fin isn't." he whispered, before burying his face into his hands.

Those were the only words the ancient said for the rest of the month. The council came and left, Sophie came as well, and tried to comunicate with him telepathically. The problem was that he needed Fintan, nobody else.

Fin is okay

Fin will be fine

Fin is safe

He repeated it like a mantra.

Everyone came and went. Emery and Terik had strait up begged for him to talk. Bronte just stared at the wall, thinking about his brother. He and Fintan had always had a... connection. They could tell when the other was upset, or in trouble. So... where was Fin?

Bronte...

He wanted his brother back

It was his fault that Fintan had slipped

He had to save him

But...

How?

And more importantly, who could save him?

Authors note:

Wow.

Um.

That...

was angsty

But super fun to write?!