Chapter 7: Off The Edge
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘❦✾❦∘∙⊱⋅•-
The moment Eli left the cottage, the silence was unbearable.
Xander sat frozen, staring at the door where the old man had disappeared. His mind raced, words crashing into each other like a chaotic jumble of nonsense.
Then it hit him.
Their walk home from school, the truck, Iris reaching out–
The world around him blurred, and his breathing grew uneven. He pressed his hands to his temples, gripping his hair as the weight of everything finally collapsed onto his shoulders.
’Shit!’
"Oh my god. Oh my freaking god." His voice cracked.
Iris blinked, unmoving from her stool.
Xander shot up from the bed. Well, tried to. His body instantly betrayed him, and he nearly crashed face-first onto the stone floor. He groaned, crawling back onto the mattress, but the panic didn’t stop.
"We died! We actually died!" He pointed aggressively at Iris, as if she needed the reminder. "A freaking truck! And now...now we’re in some weird medieval world, with monsters and magic nonsense, and...and why is he even calling me Kaelhi?! Why am I healing fast from a Hydra’s poison?! Is that normal?!"
Iris just stared.