Two Voices, One Story- And I Doubt She’ll Ever Return And I Doubt I’

Marewyn Wanderer

I'm slammed to the ground, my axe just inches away from my hand. I struggle fiercely, all my Irish blood pounding through my veins and fire in my heart. "Get off me!"

The assaulter laughs, the sound like a magic flute. "Of course not, amata! I have tried to capture you for so long, Mare, I cannot just let go now!"

I stop struggling and look into her eyes. "Felicia Anastasia Abandonato." She's Italian. A happy resurrection, forsaken.

Felicia tilts her head innocently, a smile on her face. "Si, cara?"

"GET THE FRICK OFF ME!" I heave upwards, hard, and Felicia lands with an "oomph" on the ground. I'm panting, but I have a sense of victory.

"You're supposed to be dead!" I hiss, grabbing my axe off the ground and pointing it at her. "Dead people are supposed to stay dead! I don't want you in my life!"

The moment those words come out of my mouth, I regret them.

A look of hurt and sadness comes over Felicia's face. "Marewyn Wanderer. Listen. I can't stay dead. I'm supposed to be an angel that watches over you." She raises her honey eyes to meet mine. "Mi dispiace. I'm sorry. I couldn't watch over you enough so that your leg wouldn't have gotten severed, so your wolf wouldn't have died."

I blink. Wasn't expecting an apology. "Um...well.." What am I supposed to say to her? Thanks? It was alright? Because it WASN'T alright. I want my leg back, not a wooden one. I want Wulfram back.

"I'm sorry that you're sorry" comes out of my mouth. I flinch at my own words. "I don't know what to do." I glare at her, raising my axe again. "Never tackle me like that again. I'll kill you next time."

Felicia starts walking backwards, tears in her eyes. "I-I'll go now-" she whispers and flees into the forest.

I drop my axe to the ground, myself following its path down to the earth. My long red hair is tangled with leaves and dirt, but I don't care. I sit, legs crossed, and start to sob.

The only person I've ever loved is gone now.

And I doubt she'll ever return.

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Felicia Abandonato

I pounce on Marewyn and slam her to the ground, sitting on top of her stomach and giggling.

Marewyn shrieks, "GET OFF ME!"

I laugh. "Of course not, amata! I have tried to capture you for so long, Mare, I cannot just let go now!"

She stops struggling and looks into my eyes. "Felicia Anastasia Abandonato." My full name brings back memories. A happy resurrection, forsaken.

I tilt my head innocently, a smile on my face to hide the sadness. "Si, cara?"

"GET THE FRICK OFF ME!" She heaves upwards, hard, and I land with an "oomph" on the ground. I hurriedly get up, my eyes wide.

"You're supposed to be dead!" she hisses, grabbing her axe off the ground and pointing it at me. I shy away from the sharp blade. "Dead people are supposed to stay dead! I don't want you in my life!"

I gasp, clutching my heart. A look of hurt and sadness comes over my face. "Marewyn Wanderer. Listen." I say breathily. "I can't stay dead. I'm supposed to be an angel that watches over you." I raise my eyes to meet hers. "Mi dispiace. I'm sorry." My voice breaks, but I force myself to go on. "I couldn't watch over you so that your leg wouldn't have gotten severed, so your wolf wouldn't have died." I say. In a lower tone, to myself, I whisper, "I failed."

Marewyn blinks. She probably wasn't expecting an apology. "Um...well.."

I look at her, hope in my eyes.

"I'm sorry that you're sorry" comes out of her mouth.

I blink.

"I don't know what to do," she half-whispers.

Then she glares at me, raising her axe again. "Never tackle me like that again. I'll kill you next time."

A hole opens in my chest.

She hates me.

I start walking backwards, tears threatening to form in my golden eyes. "I-I'll go now-" I whisper. I turn around and flee into the forest, not caring if I got attacked or something.

If I died and stayed dead, Marewyn would be happy, right?

Deep into the forest, I stop, panting.

I've left the only person I've ever truly loved.

And I doubt I'll ever return.