So, I decided to post the next chapter! Here ya go!
CHAPTER NINETEEN: HEALING
Artham curled her closer in his arms, pressing his lips against hers pale cheek. His heart was torn within him. “Did I find you just to lose you, my daughter?”
Janner’s eyes suddenly widened in realization. “Arthra,” he whispered, looking at Kalmar. Kal nodded slowly, his eyes quickly going back to the heartbreaking scene before him.
Podo’s eyes flashed of guilt, Nia’s of shock, and Esben’s of grief.
Poor Leeli was confused, but she slowly was processing the information, while Oskar and Sara were completely in the dark, deciding it best to say nothing and just watch.
Esben slowly walked towards his brother, and placed a tender hand on his niece’s forehead. He too had wondered where she had been, and seeing her here, dying, was a rather rattling sight, and it brought tears to his own eyes.
“What happened?” Artham whispered, his voice strained with tears.
“She must have been struck by one of the Wanderer’s swords. They are accurate and deadly.”
Artham sucked in a breath, and slightly laid her down, then began checking her for wounds, and he found a cut on her side, and realized, with a deep groan of pain, that the cry of pain he had heard was his own little girl’s scream of pain.
“Well water!” Kal shot up like an arrow. Artham’s eyes swelled with hope, and Kal began rummaging through all of her bags trying to find that small, blue canteen, but alas! It was nowhere. He began to get desperate, searching everywhere, even advising Artham to check her pockets for the canteen…but it was found nowhere. Kal felt tears rush to his own eyes as he realized….she might die. This very moment, she might breathe her last.
It would not be fair. It wouldn’t be. Please, Maker, no…..
Arthra’s breathing was so faint, Artham could barely hear it, barely feel it. Silence prevailed. When the breathing was so weak, Artham lowered his head and heard for her heart.
Then he let out a shaky breath. He swallowed hard. Everyone was hoping for the best, but expecting the worst.
“I can’t hear it,” he whispered.
A grief filled the air, and permeated throughout the surroundings, nearly suffocating them.
Kalmar plopped down, and Janner did the same, burying his hands in his pockets as he watched his uncle tenderly kiss the forehead of his daughter….
And then his finger grazed it. A small, hard thing. He pulled it out slowly, and saw the small blue canteen. His heart leapt to his throat. He must have grabbed it after Arthra gave him some!
“I have it,” he blubbered, and he half walked, half crawled to Arthra’s side. Seeing the water had revived his hope. “Just because you can’t hear her heart, maybe it’s still beating!”
Artham looked up at Janner, his eyes rather blank. Janner opened the canteen with shaking hands, half from excitement, half from fear.
A hope flickered in his uncle’s eyes, and Janner was head sit at to try, scared to hurt his uncle further.
But then he poured it….just a drop….
It landed on her lip, and soaked into it. Arthra didn’t move. Everyone was breathless.
Artham’s eyes didn’t move from his daughter’s face, but his lips trembled in feverish prayer.
And then, in a flash, the color poured back into her cheeks. Artham let out the breath he didn’t know he had been holding.
Hope and peace and expectancy filled his eyes, and he lifted Arthra’s face a little closer to his.
“Arthra, love?”
Her face scrunched up, and she opened her eyes, and then sealed them shut again, as if blinded by some bright light.
“Arthra,” Artham urged in his quiet voice.
Her brows went up, and she forced her eyes open, and she saw all around a blur of green, and then a blob of black with a beige-ish color was thrown in, and then it cleared more and she saw, saw, her father. For the first time in nine years. And what was more, she saw that he still loved her in his eyes.
Before Artham could even react, Arthra’s arms were flung around his neck, and she buried her face in his shoulder.
Artham hugged her back tightly, tears of joy spilling from his eyes, and a sound of rejoicing went up from the WIngfeathers.
Arthra was healed!
Yay! She’s better! ^^
Also, I would like to point out one special thing that happened in this chapter. The first thing Arthra saw, really saw, was her dad. That’s why I didn’t restore her sight completely the first time, because I wanted her to be able to see her dad as the first thing! And now Artham and Arthra are together again. (Also, I would like to mention that Janner just kinda grabbed it after she gave him some in chapter…fifteen? Yes, he did get some, I just forgot to mention it haha!)
I hope you guys enjoyed this happy chapter! <3 <3
I WAS ABOUT TO THROW A CHAIR AT YOU! OH MY WORD! (also, chapter 20 also says 19. and . . . I clicked that one before this one. Only read a few words! Did not spoil it for myself!)