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Panic and Ruins

MGR Chapter three

TW: Panic Attack, death

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Goldie was freaking out.

The hole she had fallen through was about five feet deep, and she wasn’t hurt, so her original plan was to just wait in there until the danger had passed.

Until, of course, a rock had come barreling down on top of it, closing her in.

Usually, she would have used her magic to crush it, or at least move it away, but that time, all that came out was a weak burst of purple sparkles. She gasped, and crouched down.

The rock hadn’t crushed her, but it had cut down her hole depth from five feet to two, making the space small and dark.

Goldie did not like small and dark spaces. They reminded her of things that she liked to keep hidden in the back of her mind, far from where she would ever see them. When she was thrust into situations like this, it did not end well.

Hence, the panic attack.

Notagiannotagainnotagain

Her breathing started to speed up, and she started to shake.

Notagiannotagainnotagain

Her stomach started to churn, and she started to wiggle her foot, not knowing what else to do with it.

Notagiannotagainnotagain

It felt like her mind was a boat, and she was stuck in a storm of panic, crashing against rocks of memories. She couldn’t get out, and it seemed like the boat was sinking…

But, as always, there was a lighthouse.

“Hey, can you hear me?”

Her brain registered the sounds, trying to break free of the cycle of fear and anxiety she was trapped in, trying to focus on the voice.

“Breathe with me, ok? In for three... hold for three... out for three...”

She tried to breathe with them, even if the breaths were shaky.

“In for three… hold for three… out for three…”

Her breath started to regulate slightly, and she kept going.

“In for three… hold for three… out for three…”

The voice kept going on like this, and Goldie kept breathing with them, her panic slowly subsiding. 

She opened her eyes (she didn’t even realize she had closed them), and saw a boy of about twelve in front of her. He was laying down, and it seemed like he had stuck his torso through a tunnel. He had brown hair, green eyes, and bronze-toned skin. He had a flame in his hand, and it lit up the hole, making her feel a bit better.

“Are you ok?” he asked, with concern in his voice. 

“I’m ok enough. And, uh, who are you? How did you get here?”

“I’m Aaron,” he said, trying to reach out his hand before realizing that it would be awkward in the small space. “And me and my twin sister have been tunneling through, trying to get to the castle. Actually, speaking of the castle, do you have any idea how far away it is?”

“Hmm… ‘bout five minutes or so, I think.” she said, although not entirely sure. 

He smiled, then turned his head behind him. “We’re there!”

She heard a muffled shout (of joy, she assumed), and the tunnel Aaron was sticking out of started to widen, until a girl’s torso came out of it as well. She looked like her brother, but instead of brown hair, it was long, and a bright bubblegum-pink. Her expression was also vastly different, instead of being cheerful and slightly anxious like her brother, she just seemed to be pissed. (But under the circumstances, who wouldn’t be?)

She spoke up. “You’re blocked in, right.”

“Yeah.”

“What’s the thing blocking you made of?”

Goldie thought this was an odd question, until she realized that the girl was probably an earth elementist. (This would explain her making the tunnels, at least.)

She reached up to touch the thing above her head, and quickly pulled her hand back. It was flaming hot, and she felt like she would get burnt. But at the same time, it was bitterly cold, like biting wind.

She must have taken a while, before the pissed-off girl spoke again. “The Fade hasn’t stopped, you know. Now please, what is it made of?”

Goldie tried to find the right words. “I don’t know. Metal, possibly? But not rock, and at the very least, not normal rock.”

“Great,” she said. “Now how do we get to the palace?” 

Aaron looked like he might cry. “We’re going to get stuck, I just know it—”

Goldie looked at the two of them, a bit surprised. “You could just have the pissed one do her stuff right above you so it doesn’t hit the rock.”

The two stared at her for a long moment. 

“‘The pissed one?’” the girl said, looking a bit offended. “I have a name, you know. Eloise.” 

Goldie sighed, about to say that she didn’t know that, but she realized that wasn’t worth her time. “Ok, Eloise. Can you do your stuff or not?”

“Yeah, yeah, just give me a few moments.”

She reached her hand up, touching the top of the hole. A small circle that would be just wide enough to climb out started to form, and within about a minute and a half, a tunnel was formed. Goldie was glad they would be able to get out, but she wondered what took so long. Most of the Earth elementals she knew would be able to do that in seconds. It might have been a lack of training, but that didn’t seem likely, the tunnel was perfect. Could it be the “Fade”? She had mentioned that earlier… if only Goldie could find out what it was.

She turned to ask them, but now Aaron was climbing out of the tunnel, almost to the top, and Eloise was already on the surface. She hurried up after them, fully intending to ask what it was, but then she looked around, and realized this was not the time.

The city was in ruins. Buildings had crashed, and fabric awnings of market stalls were in tatters, pieces laying over the burnt and cracked street. There were a few small fires, and she thought she even saw a few people hiding. 

But what freaked her out the most was the noise. Stomping, grunting, and a few screams. Part of her needed to find out what was going on, but the other was far too scared to find out.

So she just decided to follow the twins, not knowing what else to do.

When they got there, Eloise kicked the gates open. She marched on through, but Goldie could see the tenseness she felt— she was scared.

When they walked in, she called out. “Dad? Father? Are you here?” There was silence.

Aaron gripped her arm. “El, maybe they’re already in the bunker. We should just head down there, alright?”

She quickly unhinged from his grasp. “No. They wouldn’t leave without us, and we’re not leaving without them?”

She looked back, surprise on her face. “You, uh, Goldie. You’re still here?”

Goldie sighed. “I was wondering if you could explain what the ‘Fade’ is.”

“Oh. Yes. That. Well, it’s kind of self-explanatory. Elemental powers are fading. Or at least, me and my brother’s. And it’s getting quicker by the second.”

Goldie looked at her, mouth agape. “My magic isn’t working either. Do… do you think this is happening to other people?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. But I do know we have to find—” she stopped.

There, on the wall in front of them, was an envelope, reading,

 Aaron and Eloise

Aaron stepped in front of them to grab it, pulling out a paper with a red seal. He started to read.

“My Darlings. You must go now. We are all in grave danger. Head to the bunker, the key is in the envelope,” Here he paused, pulling out a small silver key on a chain. “And do not wait for us. Read the second letter when you get there. Best wishes, Father.”

They all stood in silence for a moment.

Then, they heard something. A crash, and a roar. 

“O-our dads don’t roar,” Eloise stuttered out. 

Aaron gulped.

“We should run, shouldn’t we.”

✧✧✧

They had been running for about fifteen minutes now. Eloise quickly turned into an ally, and Goldie looked at her, quite confused, before she gave her a fierce look, and they kept going.

At the end, she stopped, and knocked rhythmically on a crate. It slid away, revealing a trapdoor, which she threw open, and they filed inside.

To the right was a staircase, which the younger girl started to walk up. As Goldie followed her, she tried to see what was going on around her. But she had no luck. It was dark everywhere, the only light source coming from Aaron’s flame. 

Suddenly, Eloise stopped them. “Here we are,” she said, and Aaron handed her the key. She felt around for a keyhole, and when she found it, she inserted the key. A clicking sound was heard, and she pushed open the door.

There was a medium-sized room inside. On one wall were a few beds, and there was a table and set of chairs in the center. On the left wall was a large cabinet that stretched from each corner, and there was a door leading to what Goldie thought to be a bathroom on the right.

They went over to the chairs, and sat down, Eloise closing the door behind her. 

“Do you want me to leave?” Goldie asked. “So you can read the note?”

The two looked at each other. “No, it’s probably  just a simple explanation, and I’m sure you have just as many questions as we do,” Aaron said, and his sister nodded. He opened up the letter, and he began to read once more.

“To Aaron and Eloise. If you’re reading this…” he trailed off, and gasped. 

Eloise looked at him. “Well, go on! We have to know what happened.”

He nodded, and took a deep breath. “If you’re reading this, we’re gone.”

He stopped again, and looked at his sister. Tears pricked her eyes, but she nodded, so he continued. 

“We are sorry. We are sorry that we are not there for you, and will not be there. We are sorry we have left you alone, and that we have left you with our responsibilities. We are sorry we will not get to see Aaron’s coronation and his reign as king, or watch Eloise take over our army and lead it to victory. 

“But I do know that you are capable, and that you will be able to do those things, even without our guidance. Please know that we are so proud of you, and love you more than you will ever know.

“All our love,

“Dad + Father.”

There was silence for a moment, while everyone tried to process what just happened. Goldie sighed, and spoke. “I know. How it feels. And if you want to be alone, I get that. But if you don’t, just- just know I’m here.”

Aaron stood up, and walked over to Goldie’s chair, hugging her. Eloise scooted her chair over as well, and she started crying. “They-they’re… dead. I- Our dads are dead.” 

Her brother’s face scrunched up, and he started sobbing. “I know.”

And as Goldie held the grieving twins, sitting in a bunker in an unknown part of an unknown country, she knew one thing.

Things wouldn’t be normal for a very long time.

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