CELINE'S POV

My insides were battling a fire that burned inside of my stomach; trying to get through to the rest of my body.

I couldn't feel my arms or my legs, my neck felt swollen and my fingers twitched from the pain.

I could feel some sort of pressure inside of my head, it felt as though my brain was being squeezed tightly; forcefully. I wanted to yell out but when even the quietest groan tried to crawl up my throat and out of my lips, it would get caught and my whole neck burned as if I was drinking boiling hot water.

"Celine? Celine are you okay?" The words were heard by my ears but it was as if I was diving and water filled my ears; making every sound incoherent and barely audible.

I tried to give any sign that I wasn't okay, that I was going through something unexplainable; but I couldn't do anything other than laying still with barely twitching fingers.

I felt something hot in my throat rise up like bile, my stomach dropped and I gagged loudly, my eyes were shut tightly and no matter how hard I tried to open them; they wouldn't budge.

My insides were still trying to fight something, it felt like a burning flame that just kept attacking and my heart hammered against my chest; fearing the flames that tried to near it.

A war was happening inside of me; a huge battle but between who? Between what?

I gripped something below me tightly and arched my back, my breath barely making way out of my lips before getting caught in my throat, my lungs burned painfully and my eyes rolled to the back of my head, I thrashed on top of whatever I laid on and felt my whole entire body shake violently.

I could feel something crawl from my toes up to my legs and so on, it felt like little spiders made way up my body and I kicked my feet forward.

My hands flew over my chest which was bouncing up and down erratically while my heartbeat went haywire, I felt as if I was going to have a heart attack any moment.

I gripped onto whatever was under me strongly, holding onto something fur like tighter; I coughed loudly, my eyes refusing to open no matter how hard I tried.

My stomach churned and my breathing came back to me; but it was more labored seeing as I was still fighting for more air, trying to fill my greedy lungs which still held a burning sensation.

"Celine! Celine, wake up!" Who is that? Why can't I make out the person and what is going on? My head was pounding from all the confusing thoughts that swirled in my mind, my eyes felt as if they were stuck in the back of my head.

But before I knew it my body fell limp over whatever held me and both my legs and arms gave out, the darkness which already had me; took me in completely and I fell out of conscious.

The last thing I heard was my name once again but I couldn't make out who it was that yelled it out.

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MARINA'S POV

The Queen and I were both in the living room, sitting silently, we were both seated on the beautiful red couch and gazed intensely at the fire which burned in the fireplace that they had.

I watched as the flames rose and then sparks flew from them, but the sound of wood breaking apart and burning echoed in my ears.

My heart was slowly beating against my chest and my fingers tapped against my thighs impatiently; we heard news that Dustin, Axel and the warriors found Celine, and that they were coming home.

The Queen sat beside me and even I could hear the barely audible sound of her sobs which she tried to prevent; I could sense how scared and nervous she was, both for Arsenio and Celine.

We still haven't found him. Let's hope they did, but we haven't told anyone that Arsenio was gone, the King didn't allow it.

My tapping quickened with the nerves that continued building up inside me, I turned my head to the side slowly to face a huge window framed with golden windowsills.

I could see the fountains that they had and the rest of the backyard but the falling sun had my undivided attention, hidden inside of the woods and behind gray tinted clouds.

I let out a shaky breath while watching the tree's sway, impatiently waiting for the figures to appear and walk out of the dancing tree's with a well Celine.

I licked my dry lips feeling my heartbeat quicken, I twisted my lips; side to side anxiously. Tapping away on my clothed thighs.

"Relax sweetheart. Relax." The Queen suddenly whispered, I snapped my head her way and gazed at her intensely, she had a frown on her lips but she quickly pulled it up into a weak smile, almost looking forced.

I tilted my head to the side and shook it 'no', she placed her fragile hand over my own making my tapping stop on that side, she squeezed it reassuringly.

"Relax Marina, relax." She stated once more, her tone was motherly and no hate was shown on her face, I bowed my head and shut my eyes tightly, letting out a huff of breath.

"I-I can't." I stuttered out, the tip of my nose burning while my shut eyes ached to shed tears, her hold tightened on my hand but not painfully; comfortingly.

"S-she's my best friend. S-she d-doesn't deserve this. She didn't do anything to deserve this." I claimed sadly, my heart clenching tightly in pity while I shook my head; my eyes opening to allow the tears to fall.

I watched as the Queen's hand moved from my own and towards my chin, her fingers pressed under the skin of my chin and she pushed my head up slowly, I used my hand to wipe off the tears that lingered on my cheeks.

"You're correct, my daughter Celine doesn't deserve this. But, she is going to be safe, I believe that she will be safe. I want to cry and I want to stress, but I can't and not just because I'm pregnant but because I know Celine. I know the type of person she truly is, and she would worry about me once she gets here and she would hate herself for being the cause of someone's pain and heartache. Even if she goes through the worst." She said, her calming yet strained voice made my insides melt in appreciation, I felt her move her hand from my chin and I took her hand into my own; her eyes widened.

"I know. I know how Celine is, she is kindhearted and she cares too much for others. Even if she shouldn't, she will. I love her so much and I admire her. She's more than just my friend, I see her as a sister. Even if I haven't known her for long, I know we have a great bond. She's amazing Luna, truly amazing." I stated, my lips tugging up into a small smile while my stomach dropped, I watched her nod with twinkling eyes.

"Call me Diana, any friends of my daughters are my own. Especially if they care for her, as much as you do. You are truly the best thing for her now; other then us of course. But at least she has a friend now, someone else to lean on comfortably." She replied gratefully, I smiled widely and nodded my head, my heart warming up completely.

We continued talking for a bit, and exchanging fond memories of Celine, but once we heard the sound of paws hitting the ground quickly, we sprung off the couch and ran towards the front door with heavy stomachs.

I hope she's okay.

Diana quickly opened the front door and I watched as her eyes brightened up in excitement to see her daughter again, my heart hammered against my chest erratically.

The sight of a familiar large wolf running out of the woods made me smile, but once he came out of the suffocating woods I noticed that he carried someone with a huge white dress on.

I gasped once Dustin's wolf finally stood in front of us, Diana's body shook beside me and I heard a gasp escape her lips.

We ran around Dustin's wolf and saw that the lady he carried was Celine, she was the one in the white wedding dress, with a black men's sweater on.

But the sight of some black liquid covering the skin around her lips, neck and down her sweater made my heart stop, I placed a hand over my lips to prevent a terrified scream.

Her whole body was limp on his back, her hands fell numbly and her legs looked numb too; she looked completely lifeless.

I heard the sound of something colliding with the ground and my head snapped to where Diana once stood, but now she was on her knee's and her head was in her hands; her loud sobbing came out strained making my eyes well up.

The wind blew at us and goosebumps grew on my bare forearms, I pressed my hands against my lips and gulped loudly, everything around me went by in slow motion.

I didn't know how to feel. She - she - Celine looked dead, she looked dead.