It has become a bit of a routine. She would return to this same spot, right next to the bed. It still feels so recent for her. She and her twin sister have arrived New York. When they found a hotel room, she remembers how much her twin had such a hard time with her bag. She remembers the two of them in the car, chatting and laughing it up before another car slammed into them.
Her sister was fine, but she wasn’t. She required a heart transplant and she certainly lost more than her heart at the time. She was supposed to be fine. It was supposed to be all better, but there was a mistake. The heart didn’t match. She required more surgery, this time with a matching heart. She temporarily died on the table at the time, but things turned out fine. They were supposed to be fine. She had instructions, among them being to not get too excited or upset for a short period. From that point she learned that life has a cruel way of working. All it took was being hit with bad news and it left her with low spirits. She needed to take her mind off things. She needed to forget all her troubles for just a moment. So she went to bed. She never woke up.
That is incorrect, she did wake up. When she did, she saw her body right in the spot she’s staring at currently. After so much time has passed, there is just an empty spot. Sometimes, she still sees her body there. She would close her eyes for however long it took, so she can open them and no longer see it. To learn that she had died is and how she felt is almost indescribable. The intense wave of emotion, the heavy sense of dread, all of her life playing out before her, she temporarily went mad. She fell into a deep depression. It isn’t the fact that she died, it’s knowing that everyone she knew and loved are lost to her. The regrets hit her almost instantly. Guilt slammed into her. There are things she will never be able to do nor say. There are no more second chances. She thinks of the fights she’s had, things she should’ve told people when she had the chance, the hearts she’s broken. Included is one particular heart, someone she has hurt before and now, she can’t take it back. All these things haunted her for so long. They still do.
Overtime she has learned new things. She learned that she can travel back and forth among everyone she loved with but a thought. Sometimes she can feel a pull, something tugging at her and she’s there. She learned that is what happens whenever someone is thinking of her. She learned how enter dreams. It was the one way she could interact with anyone. Everyone could chalk it up to being just a dream, yet for her it meant so much more. She learned that she can interact with physical objects, but at the time it wasn’t something she mastered. She did it for the first time during a particularly rainy day; heavy rain and strong wind so powerful that umbrellas were useless. She spotted a handmade bracelet meant for her. It was around the wrist of a boy she loved, a boy she hurt. Without thinking she grabbed his wrist, protecting the bracelet from being soaked in the rain. The boy was completely soaked, but the bracelet was perfectly fine. Brian is his name. Brian Davidson.
With even more time, her eyes have been open to a new world. There are people out there capable of seeing her, touching her, and scariest of all, harming her. There is an entire world occupying the same space as this one, where spirits rule. Time and space can be bended, demons were real, and magic exists. She has entered a supernatural world invisible to the eyes of normal people. Through this world, she was even able to reunite with a long lost family member. She no longer felt as alone from there. Along with these new discoveries, she developed abilities of her own. In particular her shield ability created from a deep desire to protect those she loves. She can create a large bubble around her being or even construct shapes with her shield. She learned telekinetic and psychic abilities along the way. She has a very good teacher.
Those are not all she has learned. As of now, as she stands next to her bed, there is a serious threat to someone she cares about. A maniac is threatening them and she has the power to stop him. All she has learned was meant to prepare her for such confrontations. Why was she here then? Back at the place in which she died? She does it for meditation. She does it to remind herself of her new role. She is now a spirit. She is dead. She’s still reconciling that fact and reminding herself that all of this is not a dream. She has to keep her emotions in check. Remembering her death, her regrets, her guilt, and her shame can still get to her with ease. She needs to be able to maintain her awakened powers or else it’s chaos. She almost lost control in this room more than once. One time, objects went flying just as someone came into the room. Since then, an urban legend has been created regarding her old room and no one has really rented or entered it since.
She can’t put it off any longer. She needs to act. Her eyes are closed and her power is rising. She can feel an object or two lifting off the ground. She didn’t just need to focus; she needed to stop seeing herself on that bed. She’s also scared. All this is still new to her. She knows what she has to do and yet, what if she fails? She needs to get over that. She’s made a lot of mistakes in her life. She now has it in her power to correct them. She no longer feels so hopeless. A second chance is possible. She knows it. She feels it. It all starts now. She is a sister, a daughter, a fighter, and a spirit. Where she has failed before, she will now succeed. With everything she has, she will protect the ones she loves. She has a new purpose. Her power calms. The objects are gently put down. Silence fills the room. She opens her eyes. Her name is Isabelle Jamie Ziggler. This is her story.
Behold the wonders of the Invisible World.
Pacing in his room, Isabelle is feeling a wave of emotions. Brian isn’t in here, but lying in the hospital after a suicide attempt. His family is with him and he’s yet to wake up. She was there and couldn’t bear it anymore. She felt panic because someone she loves is now fighting for his life, yet also anger that he tried to do it with his own hand. Even more anger went to the cause. She has a good ideal as to why. He’s already been through too much in his young life and all it took was one more thing to break an already unstable dam.
Before she realized what she’s doing, she grabs his laptop, turning it on and pulling up his messengers. She’s been around him enough to know how to access these things. Bringing up one of his past chats, she already spots what she’s looking for. There she is, AbsinthePhoenix. From the chats, she knows her real name is Crystal. She has been watching over all of her loved ones since her own passing, watching them move on or at least try to. Brian was among those who suffered most and yet he was starting to move on. This is someone who was supposed to be his friend, who encouraged him to be better. Things evolved to love and them making plans for the future, but she all of a sudden seemed to disappear. Months and months went by. No answer on the phone, no sign of her logging in, nothing. She became a ghost and it crushed him. Isabelle never trusted this person to begin with, yet how was she to warn him? He can’t see her. She’s tried to get his attention on more than one occasion. It was a wasted effort.
There were times where it seems that he can sense her presence. It didn’t take Isabelle long to figure out that he can, yet it is something he waves off. He doesn’t realize that he’s gifted, able to detect a spirit. She discovered the ability to visit him in his dreams, but he thinks of them as just that, dreams. Besides, she always finds herself falling into the dream world herself, finding serenity and peace, which somehow manages to bring calm to Brian as well. There was no way to bring him calm this time. She witnessed him become more broken than ever until he attempted to take his own life. It was one of the hardest things she’s ever been through, seeing him in trouble and being unable to do a thing.
She sits before screen, watching it and at a pause. She got this far, now what? She barely registers the fact that she’s physically interacting with such an object. She hasn’t done that since protecting the bracelet Brian wore from heavy rain. It is a bracelet meant for her and even now, she looks at it, spotting the object on a dresser. It is a painful reminder of what could’ve been as well as the broken man Brian has become. This Crystal managed to break him and it was time for a chat, but how? The same way she usually does? All it took was for her to think of someone or them thinking of her and she was there. Could it work the same way with this person? She doesn’t really know what she looks like. Sure, she’s seen a couple pictures, but they could be fake. It’s a lot easier when it comes to people she knows. The energy, the locations, they’re all familiar to her and take considerably less effort.
With a sigh, she touches the screen and closes her eyes. She tries her best to focus, only able to go on the few memories she actually has of her. All she knows, aside from that, is that she wants to go there. She wants to meet this person. She feels a brief rush, like a rapid surge of energy and wind blowing for but a second. Opening her eyes, she finds herself in an unfamiliar room. Where the hell was she? The room was decorated with Flyleaf posters, Paramore, gothic dolls with big heads and alien like eyes. Those things were really creeping her out. Her eyes scan the room until falling on a young woman. She’s a brunette, brown hair so dark, it could be mistaken for black. Her hair came down pass her shoulders. She wore a dark blue hoodie with the hood, itself, down. Black Daisy Dukes and flip flops completed her outfit. She’s a beautiful woman, just like her picture. So she wasn’t a liar about that. This was Crystal alright. What disturbs Isabelle is what she sees the woman looking at. She’s checking newsfeeds, looking for suicide attempts and recent deaths. She has a chat up with Brian’s screen name on it, yet she has herself hidden so he can’t tell she’s online.
Always a smart young woman, it took Isabelle almost no time to figure out what was going on.
“You did it on purpose…” she says, the shock and disgust evident. “You led him on, only to break his heart. You knew what he was going through. You built him up, only to tear him down and for what, a sick joke?! You want him kill himself?!!”
The young woman didn’t respond. She clearly didn’t know Isabelle was there. That didn’t stop Isabelle from her rant.
“I’ve been watching you fill him with so much hope,” she continued. “It has been a long time since he’s been happy and this is what you do to him. You say you loved him, only to rip his heart out! You clearly need it because yours is gone! No one is that damn cruel. You are a damn murderer and you barely had to lift a fucking finger! Do you feel good about it? Is that how you get off, causing someone else pain, you sick bitch?! Why did you do this?! He’s done nothing to you and you’ve hurt him in the worst way! Why?!”
The woman, still, does not answer. She may not be able to sense Isabelle and yet, the lack of an answer only further enrages the spirit. He hands are balled into fists, trembling with rage. Without thinking, Isabelle grabs the woman’s chair, spinning it around to make Crystal face her.
“I’M TALKING TO YOU!!” she yells.
“And I heard you the first fucking time!!” Crystal says, standing from her chair.
Isabelle, shocked, backs away from the young woman as she gets closer to her, in her personal space and almost touching.
“I’ve been sitting here,” Crystal said. “Listening to your annoying country accent, talking so much trash to me about Brian. You’re obviously Isabelle. He said you’re Italian, yet have a southern accent, not to mention…well dead.”
Isabelle doesn’t say anything. She’s still in shock that this woman could hear her the whole time. In fact, she can see her! She is clearly not happy.
“That’s right,” Crystal continued. “I know all about you. He shared everything with me, his pain, his regrets, the same things he shared with you. I’m guessing you… what? Hover over his shoulder a lot? Watch over him when you miss him? “-Chuckles with a brief pause-“That’s just hilarious. You didn’t choose him and now you regret it don’t you? You almost died before and what did you do? You wanted to live your life!”
Crystal shoves Isabelle then, further surprising the spirit. Isabelle did not expect things to go this way. She didn’t know what she intended, to scare her, to make her understand? She simply acted without thinking and now, she’s nervous. Add on top of being able to see and hear her, she’s touching her!
“You started dating someone else did you not?” Crystal taunts with another shove. “You pick someone else but now him? You want to berate me and yet you did the same thing! You said you loved him and abandoned him because you thought living life meant not being tied down! You are so damn stupid! You almost die and rather than go for it, you reject it! But, wait, you did end up dying!”-Mock gasps-“You died and he was so crushed. I mean, you crushed his spirit before, but the real blow was waking up and learning that you died in your sleep. Why? Because you were upset and what did the doctor tell you after heart surgery? Avoid getting upset. Clearly you can’t take care of your own heart and we know what you did to his. Such a shame.”
Crystal continued shoving her until Isabelle’s back was against the wall. Crystal closes the distance, in her personal space again, uncomfortably close to touching her, eyes locked onto her’s.
“What made you so upset that night Isabelle,” she inquires. “Brian wouldn’t tell me why, something about a promise to never reveal your secret. He still loved you that much, to keep your secret from even me. The real kicker is, it’s a secret you never even told him!! Your own best friend did! So loyal to you, even till the end, and you couldn’t even tell him. What kind of woman does that?! So you tell me, Judge, why did you do it?!”
Her own anger returns then, pushing herself from the wall and forcing Crystal to back up. She knows the secret in which she is referring. Something she thought she’d be rejected for, but Brian accepted. She has many regrets and keeping that from him is one. Still, this woman was trying to turn things on her, playing the role of the high and mighty, bringing judgement down on her… and it was working unfortunately. Though she felt anger, that anger is combined with guilt and hurt. If only it was possible to turn back the clock.
“The difference between you and me,” Isabelle countered. “Is that I didn’t go out of my way to hurt him!”
“Let me get this straight,” Crystal replied. “You didn’t try to hurt him, yet made conscious decisions that you knew ultimately would. Talk about an oxymoron, emphasis on the moron.”
Without thinking, Isabelle clocks Crystal with a hard right. She’s had enough of this, and what is even more maddening is the fact that she still has no answer as to why this woman wanted to push Brian to suicide. She’s going to have to do it the old fashioned way.
“Why do you want him to die?!” demands Isabelle. “I’m done playing your fucking games! Tell me now or so help me…”
“What?!” Crystal says with a chuckle, wiping blood from her lip. “You’ll do what?!”
“Do you really need another example?!”
“Oh you must be new,” Crystal says condescendingly before laughing.
Isabelle is confused now. What did this woman mean “new?”
“How long have you been dead sweetheart?” Crystal asks. “A year? Longer? Have you learned anything or did you spend your time watching over all your friends and family to see how much they missed you?”
She has no answer, nor did she wish to dignify her question or taunts with one. Still, she’s confused. What is Crystal going on about?
“Ohhh!” said Crystal, cracking her neck as the air seems to change. “You are going to learn.”
There’s pressure in the room, almost like a weight threatening to overwhelm her. Her body trembles, the air becomes thicker, heat engulfs her body, flowing along her skin with intensity, yet it didn’t burn.
“You want to know why I want him to die?” Crystal asks.
In the blink of an eye, she slams her palm into Isabelle, pushing her back and slamming her into the wall. Her hand never comes off, keeping it pressed to Isabelle’s chest. Isabelle gasps for air, feeling the wind knocked out of her. She may be dead, but that sensation felt the same. Crystal pushes her hand further against Isabelle, almost as if she’s trying to crush her chest, revealing strength that Isabelle is surprised she has.
“I did it for love dingus,” Crystal said. “I did it because then, he can have peace. I did it because if he dies, he’s mine forever! I’m betting you’re confused now. Little girl, there are forces in this world that you haven’t even begun to learn about. One of said forces is a hell of a backer for people like me. I can have who I want, what I want. Perhaps I should prove it to you.”
Isabelle has little time to let the words sink in before she feels more intense heat going through her and this time, it did burn! Flames ignite, tearing through her form as she screams in pain. As soon as they started, they stop. Her vision is clear again as she sees Crystal smirking in front of her, hand still pressed to her chest. Smoke is emitting from her body, yet she has no burn marks. She can hear the sound of sizzling, knowing it was coming from her.
“Hurts don’t it?” Crystal taunts. “That is the kind of power you will never understand. You come in my home and judge me, yet you’ve done more than enough damage yourself! Next time look in the mirror!”
Isabelle needs to find a way out of this. She was taken by surprise, but now was the time to act. Words from her brother, Eric begin to play in her head, memories of him teaching her martial arts returning.
Remember, elbows and knees are perfect to use when someone is up close. Not a lot of people expect you to throw one of those, too used to punches and kicks you know? He once told her.
She knows. Taking Eric’s advice, she drives a knee into Crystal’s gut, before grabbing her by the hair and following up with an elbow to her face. Crystal is forced to release her hold, pain soaring through her. She barely gets a chance to recover as Isabelle runs toward her, smashing her knee into her face. A straight kick drives Crystal back while more lessons from Isabelle’s brothers kick in. It wasn’t just Eric who taught her. There’s also Lance, the second oldest. Eric, the oldest, is a military man and taught her how to defend herself. Lance knew some things too, but took on a different path. Unfortunately, he took his own life years ago, all because of a woman. This situation serves as a reminder, a pain in which she never recovered. It was fuel to her raging fire.
Don’t give them room to breathe, Lance once told her. Hit ‘em hard, hit ‘em fast, hit ‘em a lot! Make it count.
Punch after punch, Isabelle lets her fist fly. Her assault is stopped by a raw wave of energy from Crystal, launching her into the air and away from her.
“Enough!!” Crystal yelled with a huff. “So you know some things. Big fucking deal! What I got is power! You took me by surprise, bitch, but you won’t do it a second time!”
The room feels hot, humid. It is almost as if the oxygen left the room, making it hard to breathe. The same feeling as before returns: the heat around her skin, the invisible weight trying to overwhelm her. A fiery aura appears over Crystal with the addition of fiery wings. Her eyes no longer have pupils, now filled with energy matching the golden glow of the sun.
“I bet you think you can’t die a second time,” Crystal said. “You’d be wrong. You know what happens when a Spirit dies?”
What?! Isabelle thought before a ball of fire slams into her.
Knocked off her feet, she hits the wall again. Crystal is in front of her in no time, grabbing her by the neck and tossing her across the room in another showing of impressive strength. The grip itself stung with the flames, provoking a cough from Isabelle. Before she could recover, she feels Crystal gripping her hair, lifting her before repeatedly punching her in the face. Still holding Isabelle’s hair, she then throws her by it with tremendous force and sending her crashing into another wall. The assault is leaving her disoriented, giving her little room to recover. Isabelle shakes the cobwebs and tries to counter, but Crystal is too fast, unleashing more punches to the young woman. Each punch carried an extra sting aided by the fire and it is becoming too much for her to handle.
Isabelle manages to catch Crystal with another punch, this time acting more on instinct. Crystal answers her with a powerful backhand that launches her across the room again. Isabelle knows her life is on the line now. She can’t let this bitch win! A ball of flame is hurled at her again. Isabelle puts her hands up in front of her, eyes shut as she knows pain is coming. Nothing happens. Opening her eyes, Isabelle gasps. Encasing her is a transparent dome of energy, pink and violet in color. She is confused, not knowing how this happened. She needed to protect herself and now this shield formed around her. It was pure instinct, and perhaps luck.
“Learned something new?” Crystal taunts. “Give yourself one of those little star stickers. Yay! Now congratulate yourself for only prolonging what’s coming!”
Another, even larger ball of fire crashes against the shield. It doesn’t give. Isabelle is already thinking of what else she could do. This woman clearly has experience on her side and she’s still new to this. She didn’t even know she had such an ability! It happened purely thanks to her will and desire. Another ball slams into the shield, creating a crack in it. Isabella began to worry then. She needs to figure out something and fast. Her time is further limited with each fireball that assaults her shield. It is going to break and she needs to be ready. The shield finally shatters and Isabelle makes a run for it, charging at Crystal. A stream of fire greets her instead, pushing her into the wall and pinning her. She screams loudly, the flames relentlessly pouring into her. The crackle in addition to the pain was such that she could barely hear herself scream. If not for being dead, she certainly would have perished in this fight long ago and yet, she felt a familiar feeling. Her strength is leaving her. She is fading and getting weaker as her body slumps to the ground. She feels like she’s… dying.
The roaring flames almost mask Crystal’s laughter as the steady stream of flames continues pouring out from her hands. Isabelle can’t fight back. She got lucky before, but lightning will not strike twice. Crystal simply outdid her where power was concerned as well as experience. How many spirits did she kill? Can they really die? What happens? The ideal scared her as her thoughts focused on those questions while her body felt numb. If she didn’t know any better, the color from her body is fading, turning her almost white as a sheet.
“BULLET SHARK!!!” yelled out a male voice.
In front of Isabelle, a man appears, shielding her from the flames. His arms are crossed in front of him, acting as a barrier. The intense flame stream soon stops. He is also a brunette, wearing blue jeans and a matching denim jacket. The style was familiar for some reason. Isabelle could barely think about it though. She’s too weak and the flames seemed to have done their damage. Looking at her hands, one of them was gone while the other transparent. She was literally fading. The man in front of her possessed an oddity about him. His skin was black, gunmetal black. Is it a type of armor? She wasn’t sure.
“Let her go,” he said. “I have no beef with you lady. I don’t want to fight. Just let us leave.”
The gunmetal shade begins to change, revealing normal skin in its place. His voice is almost familiar. Her thoughts are scattered, yet she tries to focus and remember. It hurt just to think.
“L-Lance?” Isabelle says, her voice raspy.
“It’s me Southern Belle,” he replies, his back still to her with his focus on Crystal.
Southern Belle, a nickname only two people refer to her by: Her brother and Brian. It is Lance alright. Since she died, she has not seen him. She looked, but never found him. Now, here he is, saving her.
“W-we can take her,” Isabelle says, struggling to get up only to slump back down. Her words were noticeable slurred.
“She wasn’t thinking,” Lance continues his pleas, ignoring his sister. “Just let us go and we’ll be out of your hair.”
“She comes to my house,” Crystal said. “She attacks me and you want me to let her go?!”
“Yes,” Lance replied. “I do. We don’t want any trouble, but if you want to keep making an issue of it, you should know I got more experience and have someone powerful backing me up if I’m in a bind.”
Crystal says nothing, staring down Lance and still seething with anger. She looks to Isabelle, then back to her brother. The flame aura around her body disappears as she turns her back to both.
“Get her the fuck out!” she warned. “Before I change my mind. She comes at me again; you or your friends won’t be able to do a damn thing to save her!”
Lance nods, “Thank you. This won’t happen again.”
Crystal simply scoffs as Lance grabs his sister, lifting her over his shoulder.
“Come on Southern Belle,” he said. “We’re getting you out of here.”
When Isabelle comes to, she’s on a green couch. Startled, she shoots up, but falls back onto the couch, already dizzy from the action. She’s still weak and feeling effects from the fight. Looking around, she sees the walls are brown, decorations ranging from gothic to voodoo, two green chairs on either side of the couch, beaded curtains in front of a window, and a light brown coffee table with a skull on it.
What was that? The voice was deep, almost inhuman. Her eyes fall on the skull. Surely that wasn’t the source. Was it? While mulling over this, her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a cup being set on the table in front of her. She looks up to see a redhead woman, in a red robe and matching slippers with her own cup taking a seat in one of the chairs. Her hair is straight, except for the bangs covering her forehead, her skin is pale but she wore red lipstick. This is clearly her home, yet who is she?
“Go ahead and have a drink,” said the woman. “Don’t believe everything you hear about ghosts, you can still eat or have a drink. You just aren’t required to anymore. Oh and don’t mind Acheron there, he doesn’t bite.”
Isabelle says nothing. She’s lost again. What was this woman on about? She also noticed her motioning towards the skull on the table. Is that Acheron? He really did talk?!! That only sparked more confusion for Isabelle. Where is Lance? Did he bring her here? Is this a trap?
“You can trust her,” Lance said, appearing behind the woman. “She helped me when I… left. She’ll help you too.”
Isabelle caught the way he said “left,” knowing the truth of his passing. That was simply the nicer way of saying it. She so wants to hug him right now, fighting back tears, if she can even produce them. Consequences be damned. She rushes her brother, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug, finding that tears were indeed falling. She knew she’d more than likely have another dizzy spell from this, but didn’t care. Her brother is here, in front of her. The last time she saw him, it was before her actual death, when she was on the operating table. She temporarily died at the time, being visiting by Lance.
It’s not your time yet Southern Belle, his words ringing in her head now.
She feels his arms wrap around her, reciprocating the embrace. The two stand there in silence. Neither the woman nor skull, or Acheron as he’s apparently called, said nothing to interrupt the moment.
“I’m here Southern Belle,” Lance said.
“Where were you this whole time?” Isabelle asks, looking up at him.
“I’ve been here,” he replied. “When I left, I was not exactly in a good place and just a dark shadow of my former self. I found myself here and Maxine restored me to who I am. I owe a lot to her.”
“Maxine?” Isabelle asked. “Who is Maxine?”
“That would be me,” the redhead chimes; motioning towards the cup she placed down earlier. “Go on, have a drink.”
Isabelle looks to the woman, then the skull, and back to her brother. Lance gives her a nod before she pulls herself away from him. Taking her place on the couch, she takes the cup and brings it to her lips. Her eyes never leave Maxine as she takes a sip. The moment she does, it is as if a spark ignited. Energy shoots through her. Eyes wide, she’s surprised at what she felt. She feels… stronger. The pain she felt from the fight was already starting to fade. She looks at Maxine, then takes another sip. An even bigger jolt shoots through her, renewing more of her strength and healing her.
“A special kind of tea,” Maxine said. “It’ll bring you back to full health in no time.”
Isabelle nods as she drinks up the whole thing. It actually has a nice taste to it as well, not bitter as one would expect of tea like this. Suddenly aware, she looks down, checking for stains on the couch. She actually consumed it! It didn’t go through her as she thought it would. Maxine laughs, knowing exactly what Isabelle was checking for.
“Ummm thank you,” Isabelle said. “I don’t know how you managed to make something like that but thank you.”
“You’re welcome dear,” Maxine replied, setting down her cup.
“My name’s Isabelle,” said Isabelle, offering her hand. “Isabelle Ziggler.”
“Hello Isabelle,” Maxine said, taking her hand. “As you know, I’m Maxine. Your brother has told me a lot about you.”
“Did you really help him?”
“Indeed I did.”
“What about that... thing he did with his skin. When he saved me, it looked like his skin changed.”
“I helped him with master his abilities, otherwise, that is all him. I can do the same for you.”
Isabelle’s face must have betrayed her because Maxine chuckles and drinks from her cup again.
“I am sure you have a lot of questions,” Maxine said. “I know a lot about Spirits like you and your brother. I know about people like that woman you fought. I know a lot of what is out there. I don’t know the full story on why you picked a fight with someone like her, but I’m sure you can tell me. Otherwise, you need to learn to protect yourself. This world offers a lot of wonders and you haven’t even begun to scratch the surface.”
Letting the words sink it, Isabelle’s mind goes back to the battle before. She held her own as long as she could, but ultimately she was far inferior to Crystal. She wanted answers, only for her motivation to change into wanting justice for someone she loves. She will not forget Crystal and one day, they will meet again. As for Brian, she still worries about him. Seeing him in such pain is something she never wants to see again. If someone like that is around the people she cares about, she’s going to need to be there to protect them and not get her butt kicked in the process. She looks at Maxine, then Lance. She managed to help her brother and helped him unlock abilities he no doubt knew he had. If she can do the same for her as she said, can Isabelle really afford to pass that up?
“When do we start?”