I choked up at that thought.
I couldn’t deny it. There was nothing I could do about it. The very thing I had been trying to prevent— my worst nightmare that I could never dream of— has happened.
My mom is dead.
She was dead. And it was all because of... me? Was it because I wasn’t good enough? Was I the reason—
"What…her—?"
"...kill...leave…? Daughter… Fie—."
My thoughts were interrupted by vague sounds. At first I tried to ignore it, but slowly I realized. It was them.
Yes, it was because of them— because of the Inquisitors, that my mom died. Not because of anything I did, it was because they killed her. I did not do this, they did. They killed her!
I felt something boiling inside me— hatred pouring out from my heart, coming from the very depths of my soul. The world began to clear up, as I focused every ounce of my energy on my anger. My vision focused, the words started to make sense, and the world was moving again.
I tried to pick myself up, but my body was sluggish. I was not sure why it was so difficult to stand, not feeling the stinging pain coming from my legs; forgetting that I was even injured, I stood up.
It took me a moment, but I was standing. I looked up, towards where the voices were coming from, but my vision was still foggy. I clenched my fists, trying to clearly take in what the Inquisitors were doing as I thought out my plan of action. I was going to do something. I had to do something.
Countless thoughts flowed through my head. Each new one that came was worse off than the rest. But they all came to a stop as my vision focused, and I saw what the spearman was doing.
He was pulling out a bottle. I did not know where it came from, but it must’ve come from somewhere. It was a metal bottle, decorated with red crystals around it. It had a diamond shaped glass cork, and had an image engraved on its front. No, it wasn’t a picture, but a letter. The letter H.
It was a healing potion.
Memories began to flash in my head. All the times my mom told me about how powerful healing potions could be. How regular healing potions could heal near fatal injuries, and how high quality ones could even regrow lost limbs.
I also remembered blacking out. I remembered how my chest was cleaved through, and how my arm was blown off. It felt like so long ago, but I knew that it just happened; I almost died, and a healing potion fixed me. It brought me back from the brink of death.
I looked at the potion the spearman held, and then there was hope. If a healing potion could save me, it could save my mom. I can save my mom. I just had to get it from him.
With determination, I took a step forward. As I did so, the spearman raised one hand, and I froze. I thought he was going to attack me, but all he did was uncork the bottle. I felt a moment of relief, then it hit me. He was going to use the potion on himself.
Panic set in, as he raised the bottle to his mouth. He was going to take away my only method of saving my mom, and I could not do anything about it. I felt the world grow around me, and he was suddenly far away.
The distance between us did not change, but it felt like he was so far away, and I was so small. I wanted to do something, but it felt like there was something between us. Something was between me and my goal, but I had to get it. I needed to get the potion, but I could do nothing but reach out—
I raised one hand towards the spearman, and then the obstacle was gone. No, it wasn’t gone. It became something else. The world that became larger than life was still big, but it no longer oppressed me. What once felt like a solid wall blocking me from the man, was now a pool of water I could reach into. So I reached into it.
It was just like a swimming pool. It felt almost as if I was a kid, and I dropped something into the pool. The water was clear, but the object looked to be so far away. My arm looked so small, it was impossible to reach the item at the bottom of the pool. But when I dipped my hand into the pool, suddenly my arm was bigger.
But my arm did not actually grow. The light refracted off the surface of the water, only giving the illusion of growth. But the kid does not know that, so the kid excitedly grabs for the object. The kid reaches for it— and holds it in her hand. Because the object was never at the bottom of the pool. It was always floating near the surface, only appearing to be at the bottom.
The moment my hand wrapped around the bottle, I pulled it towards me. I pulled as hard as I could, and the healing potion came flying towards me. It slipped out of the spearman’s hands, and flew straight at me, almost like a retracting arm. It came at me, and stopped within arms reach away from me. That was when I noticed the blue light coming from my hand.
A small magic circle,
