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Song: The Bleeding by Five Finger Death Punch

Warning: Beginning is a bit gory D:
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That night I had strange dreams.

Tom, dressed in a surgeons outfit, pushing me in a wheelchair down a white hallway while I clutched my bulging stomach in pain. There was sweat pouring down my face and my back and my chest, and I felt like I was about to explode into a million pieces all over the tile floor and white walls. Tom kept pushing me no matter how many times I begged him to stop. He was pushing me towards a room, where I could see peeking form behind the doors glass, Botan in a surgical mask and his pitch black eyes glaring at me through the window pane.

Before I knew it I was in the room, and Botan was looming over me with sharp tools in both of his hands. The pain was unbearable. It was like someone was rummaging around my insides with knives, and the pain never dulled no matter how much I cried, screamed, or begged for it to stop. Tom did nothing but stand next to my bed side and film my pain with his phone, all the while his neck was twisted at an unsettling angle and his arms were bent in a sickening way. A dark chuckle from the surgeon brought my eyes back up to him, but this time instead of tools in his hands, he held a bloody baby wrapped in a quilted blanket.

His razor sharp teeth flashed in my direction as he cackled. "It's a boy!"

I scream until my throats raw and my lungs feel like they're dried up. Tom pressed my head into his chest in a failed attempt to stop me from screaming, because it was the only thing left he hadn't tried, but it didn't stop me. The bloody baby was the worst part, it's crying was still echoing inside my head and it's been an hour since I had the dream.

Two hours. I've calmed down. My throat burns and tears still sting my eyes, but I brought it upon myself. Toms rocking me back and forth while he strokes my hair.

Three hours. I'm crying, quietly though, because I can't get my voice any higher without hurting myself. Tom is cradling me now, I'm wrapped up in a blanket and my face in buried into his neck. He makes me feel better.

Four hours. The sun is rising and neither of us have gotten any sleep. We have to go back to the camp soon and help feed the refugees breakfast. I move to get up, but Tom pulls me back down into my original position.

"You're not going anywhere. Not until you're okay again."

"The camp-"

"You're no help to the camp if you're like this when you show up. Stay in bed and rest. You don't need to be brave all the time, remember?" He kissed my forehead with enough tenderness to make a shiver run through my body.

Five hours. He wants to know what the dream was, because according to him, that was the loudest I'd ever screamed because of a nightmare in a long time. I don't want to explain it. I asked Dianite in my head if he could show Tom a few things, and he happily obliged. I wonder if he's still mad at me for being rude to him. I didn't mean to be.

Minutes passed, I was sure Tom had seen what he needed to see. "Maybe I shouldn't have told you about the fertility potion thing. Kinda freaked you out, didn't it?"

I don't understand why I had such an awful dream about it. I want to take it, as soon as we get home and things calm down, I want to take it. I'd love to have a baby boy for Rosie to play with. I'd love to have ten more kids for us to take care of. But I guess the whole birthing thought did freak me out a bit.

"I'm gonna go make some breakfast and call Gaines back. He called about an hour ago, but...I guess you couldn't really hear it. I'll be right back, okay? Will you be alright for a little while?"

I nodded, though I wasn't sure to be honest. I'm a mess and I can still see the lucid pictures of a bloody newborn baby in the clutches of my worst enemy.

But Tom needs a break. I can see how tired he is, he's on the verge of passing out. I move off him and settle onto my side of the bed, despite the nauseating feeling I felt when I left the comfort of his lap. He smiled at me and chuckled tiredly before kissing my nose and getting up to leave. Even at his worst, he's still good to me. I love him.

I fell asleep again.

I'm at a dinner party, I think. I'm sitting at this huge long table with all of my friends surrounding me, chatting happily and laughing like they didn't have a care in the world. Everyone looks normal. No one has bags under their eyes, nobody looks like the definition image of exhaustion, everyone is happy and not grieved with death. Capsize is here. She's sitting beside me speaking to Skipper about fish net traps and boating maneuvers. I resist the urge to hug her and kiss her, instead focusing on the bowl of blood soup in front of me. Old habits never die.

Tom isn't here, I realized. Neither is Rosie. Ianite is on the other side of me, but she isn't enjoying the dinner like everyone else. She's crying. She screaming at me to focus, to be prepared and expect the worst. Everyone is still acting completely normal and I yell at them to help her, because she's dying, I can tell. None of them react. They keep talking and eating their blood soup.

They aren't expecting the worst, like we are.

She screams at me not to trust 'him', but I have no idea who she's referring to. She grips my shoulders in a vice and shakes me while she screams and begs me not to trust 'him'. Someone yanks her out of her chair and away from me, and someone else sits in the chair beside mine. Tom smiles at me and kisses my cheek, before drinking the blood soup himself. When he finishes, he smiles at me again, with red blood staining his teeth. "Trust him. He's fine. Trust him. Drink your soup." The sparkling of his eyes are so convincing, I almost feel obliged to drink. But I know I'm not supposed to. Ignorance is not bliss. Everyone here is blinded by ignorance, they all trust 'him'. My lady was never wrong, not once before. I won't trust 'him'.

I push away the soup. I notice at the far corner of the table, somebody else has done the same. Gaines has tears rolling down his cheeks as he stares down at the bowl with pity behind his glasses. I wonder what he's crying about and why no one is comforting him. He finally looks up to me after I call to him, and sniffles.

"I'm so sorry. I tried."

I jolt awake and nearly butt heads with Tom in the process. He laughs it off and pats my back. "Come get some breakfast. Gaines had some wonderful news to tell us."

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He did it. Gaines found a way to resurrect Dianite.

A long time ago, before I even found Ianita, Tom and a few others went on a mission to find some god items that had a lot of god quintessence inside of them. Of course they retrieved every single item from the mini crypts except one, the interloper, which they failed to find. All of these items (according to Gaines' research) can be used to resurrect Dianite. But the trouble is, none of us have any clue where the interloper is. Gaines said that Mianite might know, since it is his god item, but he said that he hadn't seen the god since yesterday and hadn't received any calls from him. Needless to say, Gaines was in a pretty bad mood today. But he was in a well enough mood to explain what we needed to do in order to resurrect Dianite within the week.

"You'll need supplies, lots of them. The cave Dianite is resting in is very dangerous, or so I heard from Mianite when he told me about it. You'll need lava evading supplies, armor that can withstand arrows extremely well, and your angel wings. I should mention that you bring your best weapons too. I doubt we'll be going in that cave without trouble from the one who's been causing all this chaos. Make as many potions to aid you as you can and get plenty of rest tonight and tomorrow night. As soon as Mianite gets back and I find out where his interloper is, we can begin finding the cave Dianite is resting in. Until then, we need to devise a plan about who is going on the reviving mission and who is staying here." Gaines stepped down from the table he'd been standing on and immediately fled the scene, not bothering to deal with apologies as he pushed through us and trudged back to his portal that probably led back to his lab. I should talk to him later. He looks pretty upset over something.

The front yard of the refugee camp probably wasn't the best place to discuss our plans to resurrect Dianite, but we didn't have much of a choice. There was a lot of us here and we all couldn't fit anywhere else. Immediately there was a break out of chatter and arguments about who was going and who wasn't. Of course I didn't want Tom or Rosie to go, but I didn't dare argue with them about it. Instead I held Toms hand and brushed Rosie's hair while she stood in front of me. I have to look on the bright side. Reviving Dianite might work in our favor, and if he defeats Botan and forces him to open up a portal to let us go home, we could actually leave this place pretty soon.

That night we gathered in the front yard of the camp again, because the wizards had made a list of who they expected to go and who they wanted to stay at the camp and they were going to announce it. Tom and I's names were called first, which didn't surprise me. We were both pretty strong and we worked well together during battle. I listened as they called out the rest of my friends names, excluding Champ, Nicky, and surprisingly Matt. When they called out my daughters name, my heart tugged painful and I had to bite down on my lip to keep from saying anything. I don't want her to come with us. She's safer here, with Champ and Matt and baby Nicky. But she's powerful just like Tom and I, so she has to come.

There were no complaints. We knew the wizards words were final and there was nothing we could do to change the list.
We were told to gather our best battle supplies and weapons, and to meet at the front yard again tomorrow morning for one last training session. Then the day after we were to report straight to the front yard to await further instructions.

We went back to the tree after the announcements were over. Rosie skipped along beside of us as Tom and I held hands and stayed silent. I wonder what she thinks of all this. She seems unbothered by it. Her black locks bounce happily behind her as she skips, and her dress seems to glide with every step she takes. Her dimples are showing fully as she smiles and her blue and brown eyes sparkle in the moonlight. She's beautiful.

"Love you Rose," Tom calls to her with a smile on his lips. His dimples are identical to hers.

"Love you too daddy," she replies back as she skips along the lake.

"You aren't scared, are you sweetie?" I ask her. She shakes her head and keeps skipping along. She looks seven. I don't want her to grow anymore.

"No poppy." I notice something that I hadn't before. Every time her feet touch the grass, a flower blooms from the spot. A purple one, then a red one, then a purple one, than another red one. The flower changes every time, but the color pattern is the same.

"Has the purple lady said much to you lately?" Tom asks. She shakes her head.

"Nope. Shes busy. She talked to poppy yesterday." She keeps skipping.

Tom raises an eyebrow at me and I motion that I'll tell him about it later. He nods and returns back to watching our daughter skip. "You makin' the flowers bloom Rose?"

She nods. "They're like you and poppy. You change a bunch but you're still the same."

Tom chuckles. "Who told you that?"

"Matty. He don't want me to go on the trip. He wants to come too, but Tommy and Philly won't let him." I notice out of the corner of my eye she frowns and stops skipping. "The grass has a boo boo," she declares suddenly.

We stop and turn to look at her and Tom asks what she's talking about. She points at the ground and makes a sad face.

The ground had...a crack in it. A crack as large as my arm stretched across the grass. Water from the lake was pouring into it, but the weird thing was, we couldn't hear the water hitting anything. It was like the crack didn't have a ending. I walk over to examine it, but Tom pulls me back before I can. "I wouldn't. That doesn't look safe to be around."

"Was that there this morning?" I asked, picking up Rosie and backing away from the crack.

"I don't know. Maybe that earthquake we had a week ago did it."

I nodded, but I was still a little unnerved by the thing. I know I didn't see that this morning. How did it get there?

Tom pats my back, snapping me out of my trance. "Come on, it's late. We should get back before mobs start to spawn."

I follow him home, but the whole time I keep thinking about that crack. It wasn't there this morning. I know it wasn't.

I should've paid more attention to that small little detail. Maybe then I could've prevented what happened the following morning.
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This was not long at all and ugh ._.

The next one is though! And I'm probably gonna update one of my other books today just to make up for how short this one is. Which book would you guys like an update from? Tell me in the comments :3

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Goodbye!

- Lee