Nightmare Pov:

Over the past few months, I has observed my sister gradually becoming weaker and experiencing pain throughout her body. I initially believed that ingesting Maya magic would halt the deterioration of her physical state. But I was extremely mistaken. Maya's legs began to bend during her morning walks, and I could remembered the first time this happened. I had never felt so scared in my life.

Flashback

I was sitting underneath our mother, playing with my magic while my sister watched next to me. She enjoys the color of my magic, referring to it as royal purple for kings. She even attempted to touch my magic out of curiosity. I chuckle to myself as I grab her hands and use my magic. Maya's eyes widened with surprise at the sensation caused by my magic.

Maya: It's warm.

I beam at her as Maya becomes distracted by my magic but soon returns to her senses. Maya tells me she is going for a walk as she pulls herself back. As I watched my sister walk away, I noticed that her mobility became more difficult as she moved along. I became concerned and approached her to assist in any way I could. I quickly scooped her up into my arms as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

Maya: I think there's something wrong.

Nightmare: What!? What is it? Are you okay?

Maya: Its my bones. They have recently become significantly more painful. It began slowly at first and gradually got stronger throughout my body. I can barely walk; my legs feel like they are going to snap.

Nightmare: Your legs?

A/n: Not A Ship

Worried even more about my sister's well-being. I asked Maya to pull her skirt up to her knees, revealing her pink and white striped socks. I looked at my sister's legs and was horrified to see how bent they were. In a panic, I hurried back to our mother. Maya flinches in pain as I hold her closer to me.

When I realized this, I relaxed my grip on her for fear of hurting my sister more. I took a seat and held Maya in my arms, afraid to let her go. I started working healing magic on her legs as they bent back into place. I sigh with relief, knowing that I have at least fixed my sister's legs. Maya is still writhing in agony as she curls up close to me.

Maya: I do not believe it will last long.

Nightmare: What?

Maya: I am still feeling the pain. When you healed my legs, I felt relief for a brief moment before they began to hurt again. I doubt it will help with the rest of my body.

I sat there in silence, with blank eye sockets and an emotionless expression. Maya looked worried for a moment before I used my healing magic on her boney arms. She relaxed for a moment, then hissed in pain as I stopped. I quickly discovered how brittle and soft her bones actually are. I frowned and tries to use healing magic again but finds it does nothing. My expression became serious, perhaps even angry.

Maya: Nightmare?

Nightmare: Your bones. They are too soft and your weight is even more light. You feel as if you don't have any weight at all.

Maya: Nightmare!? Brother!?

My sister called to me, but I was too engrossed in my own world to notice.

Fkashback over

Author pov:

Tears fall from Maya's eyes socket as she lies on the ground, regretting every decision she has made in her life. Why, if you may ask? It had something to do with how much pain she is experiencing at the moment. Maya wondered if she had self-hatred of herself for making this character feel so much pain. Nightmare sat beside her, trying to calm Maya's suffering while holding her hand.

Maya looked up at him as he opened his mouth to inhale her magic. After a minute of observation Nightmare, Maya begins to see him struggling to absorb as much of her magic as he can. She could see that Nightmare had no choice but to stop absorbing it. Maya could tell he was in pain due to absorbing so much magical energy. Then her brother's negativity started to wash over her.

Nightmare starts lashing out at himself, telling himself how much of a failure he is. Maya was unable to bear her brother's self-hatred words and attempted to stop them. Trembling from the pins and needles of pain in her arm, she reached out to him with her free hand. Unfortunately for Maya her arm gave out before she could reach her brother. Maya begins to cry again because she was in too much pain and desperately wanted to comfort her brother.

Maya: Bro...th..er ple.a.se.

Maya was not sure how much more of this she could handle. She was trying so hard not to fall into depression because of this. She did not want to come across as a burden, a victim, or someone who was just looking for attention. What she is going through is entirely her fault, and she could not even talk to him about it. She became afraid that her brother would hate her if he know.