Knights Against the Knight Part 59

Freddie doesn’t know what he was thinking.

Still doesn’t know what he was thinking.

Bunny was his, just like Chester was his now. He had already lost too much not to cling hard to what he had.

And Bunny had been his hero, his protector, his Knight.

Not that he needed protecting against the dark of all things, but to have someone who was there, someone not tainted by heavy sorrow had meant a lot to Freddie.

Bunny... no, Bolt. The others had called him Bolt.

Bolt was his.

Mine.

If he couldn’t have his sister, he would take Bolt.

A living Teddy Bear was almost as good.

And they couldn’t pretend anymore. Freddie knew, knew they were far more alive than anyone suspected.

But Bunny was his. His present. His bear. His.

He didn't mean it the way it sounded, but Bolt was his.

He didn't know how else to put it. He had won Bolt back from the monster, there was nothing he wouldn't have done to get his sister back, but Bolt was was almost a good replacement.

Freddie frowned at the thought.

No. Not a replacement. Not second best.

Bolt was his.

His bear, his bunny, his protector. Maybe even his friend.

Chester was his sister's. The dragon was a prize.

Bolt was his.

Freddie looked over their small group, there was little he could do, he was small, young, and he didn't know what to do. He wasn't the happy sort. He couldn't cheer them up.

He tightened his grip on the dragon.

Bolt was his.

Why had his light gone out?

Chester had suggested...

"Why...?" Freddie twisted the blade around, Bolt's blade. "Why did the light go out?"

Blue sniggered. "Hope died."

"No." Chester objected, reaching over for Bolt.

"I... I don't know." Bolt said quietly.

"You gave up" Blue declared, and Bolt glared at him.

"Real funny time to give up, don't you think? Right after I had just been rescued?"

"Chester?" Freddie asked.

The rabbit looked up, his ear falling forward to cover one eye.

"I suspect..." Chester shook his head.

"Yes?" Blue grinned, it wasn't a pleasant grin.

"The spells that hold up to begin with? The power that fuels us? It fails when you don't need us anymore."

Bolt looked over.

"But... shouldn't I be dead?"

"I'm not." Chester pointed out.

"But you..." Bolt said, glancing over to Freddie. "Oh."