*Vienna's P.O.V.*
Nothingness is worst than searing pain. I should know that by now. It feels like eternity since I opened my eyes to this vacuum, with no light, nothing, not even gravity. I feel like I'm floating in an unseen and unfelt body of water. My mind is swirling between reason and relaxation and I felt nothing.
No pain. No worries. No. This doesn't seem right. I believe there was something going on. Something important. But I don't know what it is. I can't seem to focus my head on that thought.
Everything seems to be calm here. I fancy such serenity. But---
Where am I?
That seems to be the right question to ask. To begin with.
What happened?
A more broad question whose answer, I can't seem to fathom. What is it that's in this place that's just so calm, you don't even want to worry about anything.
"Vienna..." a masculine voice said softly. Who's that?
"Vienna?" now it's not just speaking, it's asking. What does it want from me.
Vienna. My name. Vienna, the way it was spoken, the way it appeared to me, the way it affected me.
"Gibson?" I mutter ever so quietly. It was like I was hit by a high voltage electric shock.
Gibson. We fought. Marcos, my brother, we were planning a revolt against Voughn, the witch king. Oh my gosh! What am I doing here then?
Am I seriously sleeping in a serene---
Prison.
This can only be a prison of some sort. A trick! A deceive.
It was then that my eyes actually opened but was disappointed because I still see nothing. I tried moving around a bit and was thankful for the fact that I can move my limbs.
Whoever casted a spell on me, did a really great job. Because for awhile, I was seduced by such serenity that I thought of dwelling here for eternity. But no, tranquility should not come if there ain't justice!
I must get out of here, wherever that "here" is and whatever this place is. I feel like I'm moving but because I can't see a thing, I can't be certain of that. However, there must be a way. A way that I can make. Light. An element that can create light. Fire.
My heart started beating fastly at that. I know I can create fire but, I can't seem to manipulate it quite well just yet. Oh Vienna, you have to give it a go. I sighed and clasped my hands together. This is it. I slowly started rubbing them and envisioned a force that's somehow pulling out all the heat inside of me.
And suddenly, sweat cursed through my body. The once vacuum nothingness turned into a burning hell. Oh, if hell is real,then I know it would look like this. Flames surrounded my disturbed body but I'm not yet grilled, especially because its source is my right palm. They're all around the place, but I don't need them to be, I need them to be concentrated somewhere.
And miraculously, it did! Just like how I manipulated the wind, I managed to control fire and kept a little ball burning on my hold. There seems to be nothing here though. So empty it's already frustrating me! I extended my right palm to see how far the flames would go but---
"Ahh!" I exclaimed as a really hot entity pierced on my back and realized with horror that it was my own fire! So I quickly pulled it back. Damn my back burns! And hell! My shirt got burned, backless it is now. Damn!
Apparently, everything I fired in here would only pierce back on me. I tried with fire, and my master, the wind. But they all backfired on me.
"Argh!" I scream out in frustration.
"Let me out of here!" I called out but it just echoed all around me. Damn!
I hate this kind of prison. There's nothing among my abilities that can help me. I hate feeling being so powerless! Are you kidding me? I'm Vienna, said to be the first born witch princess of this generation! I'm supposed to be powerful!
In fact, even before I knew about being a royal, I already believe myself to be powerful, I am a---
Wait! That's it! I breathed in and shifted to my prime.
I'm a deceiver witch! And this might only be in my head! It's more of a deception, not a prison. I can get out of it, if I get it out of my head.
If I would wake up! Somehow.
I closed my eyes and crossed my fingers. This time, I directed that deceiving energy I posses, to myself. I don't know what exactly I'm doing but I hope I'm doing it right.
After quite some time and a lot of concentration, I felt something snap. My whole being was sucked into something I can only hope is reality.
Nothing. Nothing again. But that was only for a fraction of a moment, because then, I heard distant chaos. Sounds of war. They come near and near but, I still felt nothing.
Louder and louder did the sounds boom, until I had to open my eyes and see for myself what's going on. At first, I can't quite fathom where I am, but I'm glad it's not that place of vacuum anymore. It was blurry but then after a few blinks. It came clear.
I was in the room I'm staying for the past days after that attack of the royals in the Paranormal Council's former base. I looked around and was surprised to see that I'm not the only one in here, in fact I'm very much alarmed to see the Molliens down on their knees, debris all around, Brooklyn battling with Teressa and Marcos with Voughn!
We were attacked!
As soon as that registered in my mind, I hurriedly got out of bed and fired. But surprisingly, nothing happened. My shot went straight past Voughn's back and he didn't even feel any pain about it, instead he kept going back and forth with my brother.
I turned back to the bed, not understanding what happened and was met by another horrible thing. I saw myself lying very still in there, so peaceful, so tranquil amidst the ongoing war.
Oh my god! Oh my god! Am I dead? Am I dead?
I felt my being tremble and I really do not know what's going on. I feel like breaking down, but, can ghosts cry? Oh, it's frightening as it is very much confusing.
"Ah! You can kill me, but you'll never get your hands on her as long as I breathe!" I turned to see Gibson being pointed of a knife on the neck by Teressa.
Damn! I have to do something! Anything a ghost can do! I tried my wind manipulation, my fire manipulation but they failed.
I'm a deceiver, am I not?
One corner of my lips raised and I crossed my fingers. I tried directing it to Casper cause I know he's a witch and I need someone with power but even that move, failed me. The Molliens are still under the King's control and I can't seem to break through his spell.
I tried lifting things to help but my hands always go right through it. Ghost stuff. I can't accept it though. I saw Teressa in the process of piercing the knife on Brook's neck.
"Gibson!" I screamed. I do know nobody could hear me but---
"Vienna?" I heard him say and he seem to find a renewed strength upon hearing my voice that he managed to push Teressa away. His teeth gritted as he looked back on the bed and charged towards Teressa again.
Whilst a glass shattering called my attention to Marcos sending Voughn out of the window and jumping after him. Oh damn, I don't want to do nothing.
"Gibson, can you hear me?" I begged, hoping my voice reached his head. I can read his mind though, unlike the Molliens, which is good. It says he does hear me and is discombobulated by the circumstances.
"Gibson, listen to me." I said, crossing my fingers and allowing the energy to be focused on him. He doesn't seem to want to, but I have to give it a shot.
"Do what I do." I said and circled my hands around each other to gather the wind in them.
"Vienna, if this is you, please let it be you." he said in his mind as his hands moved in sync with mine. Good. I released the air with a push, he did the same which knocked Teressa down.
"Let's do this baby!" I cheered. Moving in perfect synchrony, we raised our hands and made a whirlwind and shot it back to the witch queen who attempted to withstand it, shocked by Gibson's ability.
When she went tumbling down the stairs, I willed him to break the spell on the Molins and it actually worked.
"Man, I didn't know you could do that." Casper said.
"I didn't know either." Gibson answered as he looked to the bed on my body's still figure.
"No time to waste, let's help them outside." I said and he followed, telling Casper, Cassy and Cathy to remain in the room to guard my body. It's weird saying that but, as long as I can help, I don't mind being a ghost.
Gibson picked up a sword from a dead army and helped Divine, Molly and Aurora, along with other members of the council. I lend him some of my manipulations.
We found Marcos and Voughn fighting on the lawn, Marcos on a disadvantage against his father. Voughn was about to stab him.
"Portal." I said and Gibson abruptly teleported us there.
"Strike!" with the sword blazing with my fire, Gibson stabbed him from the back.
Everything stilled as the witch king dropped to his knees. Blood gushing out from his mouth and the wound in the sword.
"No! Don't kill him, he's got Vienna's soul!" Marcos cried but, it was too late.
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