Okay, this is the third time I'm trying to post this, so I'll see if posting my POV works in sections... Uhg...
LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET'S DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS.
Completely disregard the fact that Pan's father is back... It's awkward and doesn't fit in the storyline...
I sat on the windowsill, staring out at the night sky, a full moon illuminating the forest around us. The only sounds were the crickets and Hela's soft breathing coming from the bed we were sharing.
It had been quite the day. We had faced our fears, we saw Fenrir's spirit, Fergus returned and made amends, Solostice left with her mother, and we decided tomorrow we would start figuring out how to search for Myrkr's clones.
Everyone went to bed early, but I couldn't sleep no matter how hard I tried. I was confused as to why. After all, I had faced my nightmares. I shouldn't have still been afraid of them, but then again, deep inside, something dreaded closing my eyes and slipping away from reality.
Then I remembered that it wasn't my nightmares I had been afraid of. It was death. I seemed to continually forget that. My nightmares were still a part of me and they always would be, no matter how many times I battled Myrkr. That was why I couldn't sleep. I was tired of seeing my family and friends, twisted and dead, and me not being able to do anything to save them. It was too much and it had haunted me for too long.
Also, I had grown so close with my 'family'. They meant everything to me and I was afraid that when I woke up in the morning, they would disappear and it would just be Ian and I back in the warehouse. Even just thinking about it made my heart ache. I couldn't even fathom how badly it would hurt.
I gave a quiet sigh, leaning my head against the glass. I could see Meyla in wolf form laying under a tree, twitching as she dreamed. Most likely about Fenrir.
Fenrir. His name burned my tongue like poison. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw it as if it was branded on the inside of my eyelids. I couldn't complete any thought without it crossing my mind. The same thing had happened when I lost my little brother. I couldn't escape his name, his memory, his death. I was a slave to my grief, just like now. And oh, how I wished it would end.
The hardest part about losing him was the fact that he wasn't truly gone, but his fate was entirely in our hands. It all scared me so badly. To make matters worse, we had no plan. The clones were running wild who knows where and there was no way to find them. Everyone was too traumatized to even begin thinking of fighting. We were broken.
A silent tear fell from my eye as a lump formed in my throat. The words echoed again in my head: we were broken. And Fenrir wasn't here to fix us.
My heart skipped a beat. That was why we began fading so quickly after Fenrir died. He was the one who was always able to put our shattered pieces back together again. No matter what happened. The night I couldn't sleep I went outside and Fen was there, willing to talk to me and help me as much as he could. He ended up healing me that night. He taught me to see the beauty in my powers instead of the destruction I had caused. I thought of the other team members and realized the ways he had helped them as well. Without him now, we had all fallen apart again. And we weren't strong enough to put each other together.
The tears were falling faster now and I gave a whimper. Hela turned over in her sleep, but didn't wake up. I buried my face in my knees and let my confusion and pain spill out.
"Pandora?" Hela's voice sounded from the dark.
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friend, PLEASE, don't take your LIFE away from me. -twenty-one pilots.
who LIVES, who DIES, who TELLS your story?