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The sounds of fighting, everything is dark. Anne can’t see anything, why cant she see anything? Echoes of voices and arguments in the distance, of memories best left forgotten. Where is she? Her senses slowly return to her, she can smell something burning, a hint of something metallic stuck in the air. She blinks once, then twice. Then suddenly, anne can see. She wishes she couldn’t.
Blood. Blood is everywhere. On the ground and on her chest and on her hands and Anne is fighting, she is fighting so hard to get to her and she can't. A scream rips from her throat and she calls out. “MARCY” Anne cries. “MARCY” Her voice raises louder.
A bloodied hand reaches out towards the curly haired girl and Anne reaches out to meet her half way. With just a little more effort she’ll be able to grab on and pull her to safety, with just a little more force Marcy will be safe. Marcy will be okay, She has to be okay she had just gotten her back damn it. Her hand reaches further out of the portal. The sword is unsheathed from her chest. Her hand passes straight through Anne's. And just like that, Marcy is gone .
Anne wakes with a start, practically sitting straight up in bed, Marcy she thinks. I have to protect Marcy . She throws herself out of bed and trips over the blankets, she hits the floor with a resounding thud.
The bedside lamp comes on and she hears a groan. “Anne? What, it's three in the morning, where are you going?” Anne turns her head around and feels the tears spring to her eyes. It’s her, It’s Marcy.
She brings her self to her knees and puts her head in her hands and cries. “I just- i couldn’t.” she has to take a deep breath in barely finding time to between her heavy sobs that make her body shake. “”There was just so much- just so much blood . And i couldn’t.” Her cries become even louder. “ I couldnt get there in time, I couldnt reach you.” a hand rests itself onto anne’s back and begins to run soothing circles into the material of her sleep shirt.
She chokes back a particularly loud sob and turns to throw herself into marcy’s arms. “MarMar i couldn’t reach you and you were there and you were hurt and i couldn’t save you ” Her hold on marcy tightens even more. “Shhh, Anne its okay. I’m here.” A hand find’s its way into her curly brown hair. “I couldnt save you Marcy.” she says in a quite voice. Her vocal cords straining to make the words.
“I know, i know you couldnt save me then. But its okay. I promise its okay, I’m okay .” The tears that were falling from her face are starting to dissipate, but the fear and pain lingers. “You and sash came back, and you saved me then and look-” Anne’s hand is taken and put on marcy’s chest, right over her heart. She can feel the soft but solid beating underneath her fingertips.
Marcy leans down and places a soft but firm kiss on her lips. The brown haired girl’s hands come up and grab onto her t-shirt, gripping it like if she lets go Marcy will cease to exist. She pulls away from the tender kiss and brings her back in to let their foreheads touch together.
“I’m here, and its thanks to you. Its all thanks to you and sash and every one else who helped.” Anne’s hands fall from their position on her shirt and move around their waist. “You pulled me out of that tank. You fought king andrias for me. You made sacrifice after sacrifice and thanks to you im here today. I love you Anne. I love you so much and i know that that moment was scary, but thats over now and i promise i’m not leaving your side again.”
Anne looks into her eyes and pulls her in for another kiss, this one only lasting a second. “Sometimes its hard to believe you’re real marce” She whispers to her. A hand cups her face. “I know, but i promise i am.” A light smile graces Anne’s lips. “Now c’mon. Its cold and i wanna cuddle.” Marcy drags her back to bed. Anne doesn’t dream again that night.