I watch as the weird woman waves her hand about with the light following it, dancing like a fairy in the wind, glowing all shades of yellow I can think of and even more!
She asks my bro about some 'lost language' which I don't understand but then follows up with the word magic. I love magic, I used to love all those shows on TV about the superpowers people had and they were able to summon flowers and talk to faeries and even fly!
I really want to fly, I glance up to the sky to look for birds and see none since it is still dark out, instead of birds a few drops of water fall on my face making me almost sneeze in surprise.
Emmie moves his hand which seems to be covered in water around over my head. I go to complain about him getting my hair wet but the focus on his face makes me reluctant to speak up.
I watch fascinated as the water ripples before he points his hand out and the water starts crawling forward like it is slowly fleeing away from him.
The air getting slightly colder as my breath becomes a light fog lit up by the dancing fairy light the woman is still holding.
After a second of stillness Emmie drops to the ground almost on top of me. I try to catch him but he is a foot and a half taller than me and weighs even more than I can carry, I end up half squashed as I soften his landing.
A slight stifled laughter comes from the evil witch which makes me slightly angry.
"How could you trick Emmie into listening to you, I hate you go away!" This is one of the rare times I raise my voice beyond a whisper to anyone but my brother. I gather myself as I yell at her to go away, and I feel a weightlessness which pulls me slightly forward as focus on her being pushed away so she can't harm Emmie as I struggle to pull myself from under him.
Even with my focus on trying to help Emmie lie down properly I can feel the force that I wished for, heading towards the witch, rushing and pushing at her. At the same time my struggles under Emmie get easier and I quickly roll him onto his back before brushing his brown hair out of his closed eyes.
Looking around for the witch, I see her feet are almost fused with the ground to keep herself on the spot but the tent behind her has been knocked over. Her cloak hanging off her shoulder as if torn by violent winds revealing her purple dress underneath the frills lined with flowers that look pretty and almost real.
If it wasn't for the light going out making it hard to see her face she might almost look pretty.
I shake the thought out of my head, she wanted to hurt Emmie, even though he is only just 20 he normally protects me, so now I have to make sure he isn't hurt.
While keeping my eye on the woman with an angry stare, I try to sit Emmie into a more comfortable position, making sure the jacket and jeans he has on haven't got holes in from the fight earlier. I bring out the handkerchief I keep in one of the pockets of my jeans and try to clean up some of the mud from his face all while having a staring contest with the woman who starts focusing on the survivors of the camp instead of us.
I sit there hugging him to keep him just a bit warmer, after a few minutes he stirs blinking blankly at the sky as if amazed, the pupils of his eyes like large dishes that almost frighten me. After a minute they return to normal and after a few blinks he seems conscious enough to stand.