Okay so, short explanation on what happened yesterday with the chapter.

I posted the wrong one xD

My wattpad keeps breaking and crashing and I thought I had already uploaded chapter 49 so I put 50 up.

Then some one said I had skipped a number. So I was like, "okay I'll just change the number."

Someone else commented later on what happened to Sparkles neck, which was in the last chapter that I hadn't posted, and that's when I realized I had posted the wrong chapter xD

I'll post the one that was supposed to go up yesterday instead, sorry for the confusion.

It's hard to post when my wattpad keeps failing to update what I already posted.
Sorry guys! Hope you enjoy what was supposed to happen yesterday xD
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Jordan's p.o.v

"Almost done...annnnd finished!" Tom cut off the end of the tape and placed it on the rest of Andor's chest.

"Thank you. I feel much better." Andor's voice was mono-tone and blank.

We were in Toms room, sitting on the bed. Tom had just got done tapping up Andor's chest. Hopefully his rib will heal soon, I'm glad nothing else was broken. But Andor was acting really...strange. I told Tom about the seeing inside his head again and talked about the memory of the lightening. About the voice that was coming from Andor when he warned me about Mianite.

Andor remembered nothing of himself grabbing my wrist. Nothing about the strange voice that inhabited his body for a few moments.
Nothing about the tower falling on him.

"So...you don't remember a thing? Not even going to the town?"

I sat beside Tom, very close to Tom. I was terrified that something was seriously wrong with Andor, or that he might flip out at any moment.

"No. I was in bed, now I am here with a broken rib." He stared blankly at me. It was making me slightly uncomfortable.
"How about that memory loss eh?" Tom laughed awkwardly.

Andor laughed too, but it wasn't...normal. It sounded distorted, like another voice was layering it.

I felt Tom tense beside me. He heard it too.

"I'm sorry all this horrible stuff is happening to you Andor, and it's all Mianites fault..." Maybe I could get him to say something bad about Mianite, that would let me know if it's him.

"Oh I would not say it was his fault. I was nearly bystander in an accident."

What?

"It's not him..." Dianite whispered. I glanced at Tom, and his eyes widened a bit. Did he hear it too?

Andor's face showed no emotion. He hadn't heard it.

I saw Tom swallow, his eyes darted nervously across the bed. What was he looking at?

"Distract him. Tom needs him to be distracted," Dianite continued.

A distraction for what? What was he gonna do? But I followed the order. Dianite hadn't lied to me yet.

"Andor bud...I really wish you wouldn't leave. I don't tell you enough that I love you man, give me a hug!"
I lunged forward and knocked him over as I gripped his arms down
as tightly as I could. We both landed on the floor.

I heard shuffling as Tom moved, but I didn't know what he was doing.

Andor tensed. His arms started to raise, an ungodly strength suddenly inhabiting him. He pried off my arms and pushed me backwards as hard as he could. My body went flying across the floor, while he stood and started at Tom...with his white pupiless eyes. I gritted my teeth at the pain in my back and head. I hit the wall pretty hard.

"StOp," a distorted voice commanded Tom.

"ITS MIANITE!" Tom screamed. I saw a small dagger come down against Andor's face. It was the knife Tom kept under his pillow, I had forgotten about it.

Andor staggered back, clutching his face. His eyes grew brighter and he raised his hand at Tom.

I watched as Tom began to lift up into the air, grabbing at his throat which was tightening like a boa constrictor.
He was killing Tom.

"NO! STOP IT!" I screamed.

I scrambled off of the floor and tackled Andor. His body hit the hard wood with a loud cracking sound. I heard Tom gasping for air, panting like an animal. He had let go of him.

Andor raised up, the fall hadn't even fazed him.

His hand gripped around my neck and my air was cut off instantly. I felt as if my throat had been crushed together by immense weight. Tears sprang from my eyes at the sudden pain and lack of air.

At least I saved Tom.

I began to see spots, I clawed at his hands trying to loosen them. It was no use. I was fighting a god. Maybe if I begged him to let them go, to leave Andor and Tom alone.

"Please..." I croaked. His eyes still burned bright and unmercifully. His gaze was terrifying, his voice was even more menacing.

"AnY nOnFoLLeR Of HiM ShAll ReCievE DeAtH, nO MeRcY." His voice sounded like a demons, distorted and cold.

"HEY UGLY! LET MY BOYFRIEND GO!"

Andor's neck twisted toward Tom, and I tried to see what he was doing from behind the black and red spots.
He was levitating a dirt ball in his hand, a devious smile on his face.

"StOp oR bE KiLlEd PuNy mOrTal."

Tom please, don't get killed. I don't want you to die too.

He thrust the ball of dirt at Andor's feet, and the floor beneath him vanished.

A distorted growl burst from Andor's lips as he fell, still gripping my neck. My hands flew frantically in front of me as I try to search for a ledge. My hands found one, but Mianite was still holding on to my neck.

It was almost black now. I felt my body shutting down as my grip loosened on the ledge of the wooden floor.
I saw Toms panicked face appear in front of me, his hands grabbing my arms.

But he wasn't helping me, the pressure on my neck grew heavier. "T-Tom..." My voice screeched.
His eyes glistened with tears as he tried frantically to pull me up, he didn't know he was hurting me even more.
Just as I was about to loose my grip on reality and give up with hanging on to my life, Andor's hands vanished from my throat.

My vision was purely black. I was so scared. Where was Tom? I tried to breathe but I felt like my throat was crushed in. I felt hands hook under my arms and pull me up. I was gasping for air, trying to get any oxygen on my lungs.

Why can't I breathe? His hands had let go! Why can't I breathe?!

I could hear myself wheezing violently for air. My brain was starting to slow. White began to seep into my vision.

My skin was numb and I couldn't move any of my body.

I felt something soft on my lips, and air flooded my lungs. It stopped for a moment, and continued again. The pattern continued for the longest time. It felt so strange, but it was keeping me alive.

The white faded, the black returned. Then it began to clear up.

The air stopped, and I tried to breathe. But I still couldn't. My throat felt like it was twisted and crushed.
The air continued. But then I realized it wasn't air, but breath. Someone was doing CPR on me.
Voices began to seep into my ears, I hadn't been able to hear anything a moment ago but a loud beep noise droning on and on. But now I could hear.

"Keep going! I almost have it ready, just a few more tries..." It was a female voice.

"I tried so hard...to keep them safe..." Another female voice whispered.

The black continued to fade, and I could see the scene in front of me.

Martha was standing near me, fiddling with some sort of syringe. Her lavender hair kept getting in the way of her work and she kept pushing it back while nervously toying with the syringe.

Ianite was siting on her knees at my side, her light purple eyes staring worriedly at me. She was brushing her fingers through my hair. She looked so tired...

I could make out Steve's figure really far away in the room, but it was blurry.

Tom was giving me CPR. Stopping every few seconds to take a breath, and then continuing. He was saving me.

Why do all of these horrible things happen to us? What did we do to deserve all this pain?

What happened to Andor? Was that really Mianite who possessed him?

"Done!" Martha's voice rang. I watched as she ran over to me and kneeled down on the other side of me.

Tom stopped giving me air, and I could feel my eyes darting frantically to him and Martha. Why did he stop?!

It was like my brain was freaking out from the lack of oxygen. Tom held my hand and sat with Ianite.

"Look at me, keep your eyes on me," he said in a cracking voice. His eyes were full of tears.

So I looked at him. My vision started blurring again as my lungs begged for air. My grip tightened on his hand and I wanted to scream at him to help me. To save me again.

Why aren't you helping me?! Save me!!!

A sharp pain entered my neck, and I felt like my nerves had completely vanished. I felt my body shaking violently and my hand let go of Toms. What was happening?

"Syndy, calm em' down. It ain't gonna work if he ain't calm," I could hear Steve's voice call from far away.

I need to breathe! Not be calm! I need freaking air!

"C-calm down Sparkley pants, you c-can't b-breathe if you don't stop p-panicking."

What good will that do?! Being calm?! How will that give me air?!

Toms eyes looked at me pleadingly.

My brain actually had a clear thought for the first time in what seemed like forever. Tom knows what's best for me.

What makes me calm? Toms photos always did.

I start to flash back to old memories of the island. My house, the purge, how happy the gods were, how happy we were.
I stopped shaking a bit, my throat began to loosen. He was right.

A dragging sound filled the air and I tilted my head towards Steve, who was dragging a body out of the hole in the floor.

It was Andor. He looked almost lifeless, but his groaning let me know that he was alive.

This wasn't his fault and it wasn't mine. It was the gods. It was always the gods.

Why did everything have to revolve around them? Is there a world where there arent gods? Or kings? Or leaders?

Why did we have to pay for what the gods did? The thought made me angry. But I shouldn't get angry at them, it's just the stupid ones I suppose.

My throat began to tighten again, and once again I couldn't breathe. I gasped and wheezed for the air, making horrible dying sounds.

"Someone do something! He won't relax!" Martha cried.

I felt gentle hands press against the sides of my cheeks. Ianite was leaning over me.

Her finger tips began to travel to my temples, and I began to see pictures.

Memories, actually. She knew what relaxed me too.

The sunset Andor had shown me just yesterday appeared. His pale face was being showered in golden rays, he seemed so at peace.

The night I moved into Toms room, his funny pose on the bed when he was trying to make me uncomfortable. His smile wide, knowing he was succeeding.

A frisbee flying through the air, going back and forth between Tom and Tucker. Wags laugh as he flew the frisbee into the taint.

The gleeful feeling of success when I freed Ianite from her prison. From her subconscious. Her eyes twinkling as she stared at me with admiration.

Toms sly smile and mischievous eyes as he kissed me underwater.

Ianites hands left my face. I felt air go into my lungs again, I took deep breaths trying to get as much of it as I could.

"It worked! Mother you helped him!"

"Yes well, all he needed was a reminder as to why he is who he is..." Ianite smiled.

I tried to blink and get the dark out of my eyes, but the memories had made my vision blur again.

"Tom...Tom where are you?" I wheezed. God I sounded terrible.

"I'm right here, it's okay, I'm here." I felt his hand squeeze mine. I wanted to cry.

I just wanted to be alone with him. Nothing else bothering us. No gods trying to kill us.

Why can't we live in a world where the gods don't exist?

Why did we end up here, why did I make new friends?

It's just caused me more pain. More heartache.

"Sparkley boy, why ye be crying? Are ye broken anywhere?"

"I don't want to be here...I just wanna be home. I just wanna go home Tom..."

"We can't-we...we can't go home Sparklez. I'm sorry. It'll be okay, you'll get better. Everything will be alright," Tom was trying to comfort me. But it just made me angrier.

My eyes adjusted and I could see again.

"Yeah. Sure it will. Then I'll almost die AGAIN AND HAVE TO GO THROUGH THE SAME SHIT AGAIN! IM TIRED OF THIS! IM TIRED OF BEING HERE! WHY DO WE HAVE TO PAY FOR WHAT THE GODS DO?!"

Angry tears dripped down my face and onto my pants. I felt Toms arms around me and I gladly went into them.
I think I finally understand why Wag never chose a side. He was lonely, but at least he was free.

"So...you no longer wish to have me as your goddess?" Ianites voice sounded hurt.

"I just...I'm so tired..." I didn't want to do anything but be with Tom right now. I don't wanna deal with any drama, I just wanna sleep. My throat still ached and my lungs hurt from being withheld oxygen.

I felt cold...why am I cold...

"Mother, I am sure he means nothing by it. He is just exhausted. We should leave him be and focus our attention to Andor. His body needs to be protected by your blessings..."

Blessings? What?

I saw the two girls walk over towards Steve. They began to shake Andor lightly and call his name, trying to get him to wake up.

I turned my gaze to Tom. "Was that really Mianite who took over him?"

"No. Steve said it was some sorta demon...although it did speak like it was Mianite."

"Why would it attack Andor...why not one of us?" It didn't seem fair. He hadn't done anything wrong.

"It did attack us. It knew Andor was the most vulnerable, and that you'd have a hard time hurting him."

That made sense.

My eyes searched around the room for the hole where Andor and I had fallen.
There in the middle of our bedroom floor was a huge gaping hole in the wooden floor. Below it, a huge basement full of storage and weapons and armor. I guess the fall hadn't been too bad.

I felt fingers trace along my neck and my eyes went back to Tom. He was staring at my swollen neck, which was still really really sore on the inside. He sighed.

"This needs to stop."

I couldn't agree more, I wanted to say. But my throat was really starting to ache, so I stayed quiet.
Tom pulled me closer and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I love you Sparklez."

"As do I."

But we broke the embrace when we heard soft crying. I turned away from Tom to see where it was coming from.
Andor was conscious, and Ianite had vanished. Martha was holding him, while he was crying into her shoulder.

"Oh honey don't cry please, it's going to be okay. Everything's okay now!"

But even her voice had slight doubt in it. She was just trying to get him to calm down I guess.
He was tired like me, tired of getting constantly hurt and punished.

I stood up from Toms embrace. He stared at me worriedly as I did, but I needed to do this. My neck throbbed and I could barely breathe, but he was worse.

I walked over to he and Martha, avoiding the giant hole in the floor. She gazed up from Andor and at me questioningly.
His gaze pulled away from Martha and looked up at me. He sniffled slightly and wiped his eyes.

I held my hand out for him to take. He looked at it as if it were something he'd never seen before in his life.

He reached his arm out, and his fingers curled around my palm.

I pulled him up and he stood with me.

"It's time...we fought back."

He smiled. His grip tightened.

Things are going to be different from now on.
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Once again, I apologize for the mix up of chapters. You have the broken wattpad to blame xD
This was a really good chapter too...I wish I hadn't messed it up ;(
But anyway, for those of you wondering what happened to Sparklez neck, there ya go!
Hope you enjoyed this late chapter, leave a favorite if you did! Thanks!
- Lee