No, no, don't create charreis for them! Please.

They are temporary and very minor, and when we leave the abandoned city, they won't come with us. That just complicates too much and would mess up the storyline. 

Sorry, my last two pieces of writing are supposed to be switched around in order.

After hunting around for abandoned clothes, we managed to find some dresses that weren’t soiled or moth-eaten, but they weren’t exactly my style. The only outfit I could find that was my size was a faded blue and had these annoying frills and an itchy collar. I tried cutting off the collar with a spell I had read about somewhere, but my concentration was shaky and I nearly ripped off the whole front of the dress. I decided not to remove the frills after that.

With our new clothes and some food, we said good-bye to the street boys, and they said good-bye back, but they sounded bored and honestly relieved to have gotten rid of us. 

Alexys ran ahead, so excited to get moving. I stayed behind with the others.

We were exiting the city when out of nowhere, there was a rumble and a crack that seemed to rock the earth. My friends and I fell over, and we looked around for the source.

“W-what…” Rain started, but she was cut when suddenly the small building in front of us collapsed, tearing the cobblestones from the road and sending dust and debris flying everywhere. 

“Get down!” I screamed as it crashed to the ground, and we dropped on top of each other.

The dust cleared, and I looked up.

Before us was a pile of rubble about twenty feet high. And that was when I remembered.

Alexys. I had seen her walk into the building moments before it fell.

“Alexys!” I screamed, and we ran towards the pile.

I pressed my ears to the wall and listened for a sound, a cry for help, anything…

“Help…my foot…there’s something on top of it…can’t move…I…” I heard a groan of pain. “My wound…it’s opened up again…I don’t know how…oh, it hur- ” her voice dropped off suddenly, and I heard no more.

Her wound. How could we have forgotten to heal it? And it must be morbidly infected now…

“Burn it! Burn this side of the pile so we can get to her!” I yelled to Magma. 

Magma shook her head. “I can’t. If I use the kind of fire that burns things, Alexys will get hurt. I I use the kind of fire that doesn’t hurt, well, I cant get to Alexys.”

“I can’t get my winds in there…” Rain wailed.

“I’m useless,” Fiona moaned.

“I can’t heal her without touching her!” Skye said. Same here.

Maybe I can heal her without touching her…

I chanted a spell I had seen in a spellbook:

“Valaba natchme natchme

Ika ika valaba natchme.

Valaba natchme natchme

Ika ika valaba…valaba…ugh!”

What good was my chanting? I had no idea what I was doing. The spell wasn’t working.

I chanted faster.

“Valaba natchme natchme

Ika ika valaba natchme.

Valaba natchme natchme

Ika ika valaba…valaba natchme.

Don’t let her ever bleed.

Don’t let her breath ever cease.

Don’t let her ever die…

Alexys, please don’t die!”

It still wasn’t working.

If I can’t save you, Alexys, I thought. I swear I will kill, kill, kill.  Kill the Dark Tribe. Kill every person who’s every hurt you…or me.

A fiery, determined, terrified passion filled me to my core, and without a second thought, I climbed to the top of the rubble. Sweating and groping, I pulled away the blocks one by one until there was an opening. I dropped through it and landed on my feet like a cat. 

Alexys was on the floor, unmoving, with her eyes closed and her face pale. Her foot was crushed under a brick. That could be healed with a quick spell and a bit of rest, but the gasj on her side.

It was a sickly shade of purple and bleeding profusely.

I touched Alexys, but she was cold and still.

I was drowned in an unfathomable emotion. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It wasn’t like the empty, frozen feeling like Zayele, nor the shock and sorrow after Father, nor the woeful tears after Isabel.

It was a raging flame within me, heating my entire body. It burned my throat, made my pulse rush, pricked at my eyes, and roasted my heart. I felt…like I could become evil.

It was anger. Desperate, passionate anger. I was too angry to cry now, but the tears would come eventually.

I threw myself on top of Alexys' body, wishing I could die.

Then I felt it. It pulsed slowly, ever so slowly, about every ten seconds, but it was there.

A heartbeat.

The others dropped in behind me, and I grabbed Skye. 

“Skye, she’s still alive. But she’ll be gone in a few seconds if we don’t do something! Skye, you have to heal her.”

Skye pressed her fingers to Alexys. But like in the prison cell, there were no yellow tendrils.

“How…’ Fiona whispered.

“I can’t heal her. She’s too near death,” Skye said softly.

“But you healed the cut on your arm! And you healed Magma!” I cried.

“Neither of us were near death then. I-I…”

I pressed my hands to Alexys. The pulse was still there, but slower than ever. 

“Vivificbitus…” Nothing happened. 

“No!” I whispered.

My brain raced around and around, searching for something, anything to save Alexys…

I couldn’t heal her. Skye couldn’t heal her. But if we worked together…

“Skye, try it again. But this time, I’ll do it too. And really pour yourself into it.”

Skye nodded. We met eyes, hopeful and afraid. We pressed our hands to the wound.

I poured myself into Alexys, thinking of everything that tied my life force to the earth. I poured my heart and soul into her body, and didn’t let a single negative thought enter my mind. Everything would be okay. The world was filled with sunshine and hope and light…I imagined a golden spirit eating up a black shadow, eating up Death itself.

"Vivificabitus," I whispered again. 

As Skye’s and my powers combined, Alexys began to glow, and golden and purple tendrils rose around her.  She opened her eyes and sat up.

Her wound was completely gone, her foot was healed, and every little bruise or cut on her had faded. Her skin was flushed and smooth, and she seemed a little younger.

She smiled and said, “Now what?”

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Someone use their powers to get us out of the rubble pile!