A/N: This chapter is probably paced poorly and written choppily. Once again, I'm looking for advice on atmosphere! Nothing has been retconned.
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Cora landed on Samuel’s backpack, the air knocked out of her lungs from the impact and resounding pain echoing through her body. She gasped, opening her eyes and looking around. Above her was an inky, starry night, stars swirling and blinking — imprinted onto the sky like a ringed coffee stain was a white outline. The portal. The air smelled strongly of petrichor, but she reached her hand out only to brush up against cool, dry grass. She shook her head, coming out of the soft daze and remembering her purpose for entering the underworld.
A familiar voice rang out. “Kid, if you stop crying, then I’ll go find her. I told ya, yeah? I’m friends with Cordelia.”
Romy, Cora thought. Struggling to her feet, she looked around and immediately spotted the silvery light cast by her only friend – and beside it, Lena. Poor, small Lena, curled into a ball and sobbing with half her face pressed into the black gravel. Tears pricked at the corner of Cora’s vision, relieved to see Lena alive and not halfway decaying on the grass.
Without having to think, Cora walked the five paces that it took and found herself by Romy’s side.
She crouched down in front of Lena, waving her hand in front of the girl’s face.
Romy’s voice emerged as a melodic, off-kilter hum. “Speak of an omen, she’s already here. Cheer up!”
Lena’s eyes cracked open and widened as she registered Cora’s presence. There was no time for Cora to dodge out of the way — or to even explain why being touched was a bad idea — as she was suddenly enveloped in a giant, shuddering hug. Lena held on so tight that Cora couldn’t shake her off, although she wasn’t sure if it was even okay to try and shrug off the hug in that instance. Lena must have been alone for over half an hour in a mysterious otherworld.
She could feel the choked sobs reverberating through Lena’s body.
“I’m-I’m so sorry,” Lena cried into the crook of Cora’s neck. “I-I should have went home. You hate me, don’t you? I-I understand if you do— I’ll never do anything like that again, I promise.”
Cora rubbed her hand on Lena’s back, taking cues from when her own mother had done that for her. She had been eight, two weeks before her mother’s death. Drawing forth from childhood memories, she started to shush Lena as a meager way of offering comfort. However, Cora couldn’t shake the awful, encompassing feeling that every moment of comfort she extended to Lena was just another moment that she sucked away from Lena’s life. What organs would fail first? Her liver? Her kidneys? Her heart? Banishing those thoughts, she slowly shrank away as Lena unwrapped herself.
“Are we okay?” Lena asked, wiping the tears on her splotched face away with her wrist.
Cora nodded and signed, “We’re fine.”
“You don’t hate me?”
Romy butt in, her voice the only comfort Cora had known for so long. “Relax, kid. There’s only one person—well, two people in the world—that Cora hates. I’d be surprised if you ever managed to make it to the list.”
Cora didn’t look at Romy for a moment, flitting a glance up at the grand nighttime abyss before the unease doubled in her stomach as she noticed the lack of moon hanging above. “I need to take Lena home. It’s not safe down here.”
Simply shrugging, Romy said, “It is safe down here— the kid’ll be fine. Besides, you need to see Death and get started on your training.”
It was odd to see Romy half-way corporeal, looking as if she could be solid instead of just a wispy, silver shadow of a girl. Her outfit was finally discernible — an oversized, buttoned up denim jacket with striped leggings to complete the look; areas of the jacket and the leggings looked completely scorched, but Romy’s exposed skin looked absolutely unscathed. Cora could also finally see the style of her hair—curled ringlets knotted up with a scrunchie.
Cora shook her head, her own curls bouncing around her face. “No training. Lena needs to go to bed.”
Romy stuck out her tongue. “The kid’ll be fine, Cordelia.”
“Her brother is waiting for us,” Cora interjected, glaring harshly. She wanted to add an aside, bringing up how bad it would be to keep Lena around her. The longer that Lena lurked, the closer she got to Cora — the girl was near coming in for another hug and just sobbing.
Lena cut back into the conversation, sniffling loudly and tugging on Cora’s arm. “Sammy? You got Sammy? Ohno, he’s gonna kill me.”
Cora looked down at the girl who barely came up to her ribs, taking back her arm and crouching down to be at Lena’s level. “Relax. You’ll go back to him.” She glanced down at her watch, wincing as she realized that Samuel would probably be coming through the portal at any moment. Once more stepping away from Lena, she turned to Romy. “We need to get L-E-N-A through the portal before her brother comes down.”
“Her brother will be fine. Now, come on, we have to make our way to the village so you can go see Deat—”
Glancing back at the portal, the knot in Cora’s stomach increased by a tenfold as she watched Samuel fall through the portal, landing on his two feet with cat-like agility. He didn’t waste any time being dazed or upset, instead scanning the terrain and jogging over to Cora and Lena as soon as he saw them. He wore a shirt now, although it probably wouldn’t protect him from the subtle, deathly chill that permeated throughout the landscape.
“SAMMY!” Lena cried, running over to him and jumping into his arms. “I’m so, so, so sorry.”
He caught Lena, staggering backward in the muted green grass and shooting a glare over her shoulder. Cora wasn’t adept at lipreading, but she could tell that he meant, “Explain.”
“I will,” she signed back.
“Dang,” Romy said. “Speak of an omen and they shall appear — shame, though. I think Cora is the only omen with us.”
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