Vivian felt completely back to normal, but she couldn’t forget the immense helplessness she felt when the warlock got hold of her Emmie’s Flute. She crawled back up and reached out to grab the vial from Emulan to give to Jordan.
“I think I’ll give it to him. I think he doesn’t really like you today.”
“That’s not possible!” Emulan snapped. “We’ve been friends since we were six!”
“Well from the way he was acting today, I can tell not very good friends.”
“That’s not true!” Emulan protested, but then she gave a small sigh. “I think you’re right about today.” She handed the vial over to Vivian and slowly hauled herself up. “I think it might have been the fight he had today.”
“The fight? Does he always go on attacking 20 kids at once or something?”
“No, no, no.” Emulan laughed gently at Vivian. “It’s just that he’s a commoner. And, and it’s not exactly allowed for a commoner to be in the royal sparring hall without an invitation. But then people started to fake invitations so they could get in. So now the inviter has to arrive within fifteen minutes of the arrival of the commoner they invited, or the other people in the room have the right to kick them out.”
“So we were late... And he knocked out 16 of them. Why didn’t he just kill them all!”
“You can’t. It’s against the law for a commoner to kill someone of royal blood or permanently hurt them.”
“Oh. I guess he feels betrayed by you then.”
Vivian felt bad for Emulan and Jordan. She picked up the bottle numbly and went into the room. Jordan was still lying there, staring at the ceiling, trying to fight the pain.
“So I heard you try to take on a warlock, huh?” He glanced at her with a smirk.
“So I heard you took on 20 boys at once, huh? How do you explain that?” Vivian retorted.
She obviously hit a soft spot as she saw his expression change into pain. “I think I’d rather take on 20 boys than a warlock though.” He muttered.
Vivian wasn’t really sure what to do as she stood there awkwardly. “Here. Drink this.” She mumbled as she thrusted out her hand revealing the vial of golden liquid. Jordan tried to reach out to grab the vial, just to lurch back in pain.
“God, I can’t even move an arm.” He groan, mad at himself.
“I can help you, you know.”
“No, I can do this.” Vivian watched as Jordan tried to move his arm again. It didn’t work.
“Here, let me help you.” Vivian suggested.
“I can do this.”’
“Let me help you.”
“I can do this myself!”
“Just let me help you!”
Jordan shook his head, or at least tried to. “Stubborn women these days.” He muttered.
“I heard that!”
“You said you were going to help me. Are you going to or not?”
“I did say I would help you.”
“Then stop standing there like an idiot and help me! Please!”
Vivian was surprised by the Please as she sat in the chair Emulan sat in when she woke. She leaned forward and uncapped the vial.
“Ok, um, it’s kind of strong smelling but it goes down fast.”
“I can still smell you know.”
Vivian forced open his mouth and poured the liquid down his throat, she eyes squeezed shut from the sting of the smell. A moment later, she felt a hand on her arm.
“When are you going to stop pouring an empty bottle of liquid into my mouth?”
“Oh, sorry.” Vivian quickly drew away her hand red faced. Jordan sat up in the bed, with no sign that he had ever gone through a fight other than his tattered shirt lying on the ground.
“Aw, that was my favorite shirt!”
“Well that sucks.”
“No actually it wasn’t.” He answered curtly as he turned around and climbed out of bed.
“Where’s Emulan?” He stood looking out at the window
“Too scared to face me?”
“Oh, then what’s she doing out there then?”
“She felt a little weak from facing the warlock.”
“It’s just a stupid warlock. I could probably fight him with my pinky toe!”
“I thought you said you would rather fight 20 boys than a warlock.”
“No I didn’t!” he snapped back. Then his voice softened, “You were rather bold to try and ask a warlock for something. Especially for someone you don’t know. I don’t think I would’ve done it if I were in your place.”
“I-” Vivian didn’t know how to respond. “I- I’ll go get Emulan.” She turned to rush out the door.
“Yeah?” Vivian turned around, her purple eyes meeting with Jordan’s sea green ones for the first time.
“I don’t know your name yet.”
“Vivian...” He nodded. “Just like the other pixie.”
Vivian turned and left the room.