At her lab in the Refuge, Mixxa didn’t even know how long she had been crying, how long she felt miserable, or how long it had been since Flixxa just left her. Even though it was only a couple of days, to the Mistologist, it felt like an eternity. At the very least, Alex was going to notify the Priory if Flixxa went there.
So many thoughts had gone through her head during those days. Why would Flixxa just leave her without letting her know where she was going? Did the events of that fateful evening in the Shiverpeaks cause more agony, grief and hurt than expected, despite Flixxa insisting that wasn’t the case? Did Flixxa have a change of heart and want to run back to Quixxi? There were too many questions and no answers for Mixxa.
It was then that she felt a disturbance in her body, and she quickly rushed out of her lab to some open ground far enough away from everybody. But she felt faster than normal when she did her running, and she also felt drained as she got far enough away to where she screamed as the disturbance left her as she raised her hands, and a portion of ground was blasted.
Her mind thought back to the letter Alex sent, mentioning the abilities of revenants. She had briefly read about them, and then her mind dawned upon Ascalon from early in the year. It was there when the Shatterer gained strength, and she felt that unusual flow of energy that allowed her to remove the Branded. Was she becoming one of these revenants now?
And then she remembered who was there that day. Flixxa. And the tears started up again, as she wondered if she had broken their relationship. The Mists were ever unpredictable, and no one could have forseen Quixxi coming that day, but bringing her girlfriend to deal with that spirit had now threatened everything.
“Alchemy, please guide Flixxa into making the right choice,” Mixxa quietly sobbed as she sat on the ground. “Even if it is not the choice I necessarily want.”