A/ N: Hei guys! I hope you will like this first chapter. If you have any comments about the story or about my writing don't hold back and write a review. I will read your advice with pleasure even if it contains criticisms. English is not my first language and I'm sorry if I made big grammar mistakes, please don't be merciless on me about it.

Felix Ferne was sure of one thing: he was having a nightmare. There could be no other explanation. He was stuck in a pitch-black room, that seemed to have no door, no window, nothing that would give him a chance to escape. He didn't know for how long he had been trapped in here, but his stomach was starting to growl.

The sound of someone screaming made him hold his breath and listen carefully, in order to determine what the person was saying.
"...ix! Felix! Help me! Why don't you catch me? I'm falling! FELIX!"
It was Oscar's voice. His little brother was praying for help.
Panic rose in Felix's mind.
- "Oskie! Where are you? What's going on?"
- "I'm going to fall! My hand is slipping!"
- "From where? Where are you?!"
- "I'm scared..."
- "I'm coming to catch you, if you tell me where!"

- "Oskie? ... Oscar! Answer me!"
- "I'm sorry Felix.. I can't hold on anymore.."
- "No! Oscar NO!"

- "You let him fall. You such a failure as a brother."
It was another voice. A deep and harsh one.
- "No Oskie... Oskie.. It's my fault.. I'm so sorry.. I would do anythin-"
- "Anything? For what? You can't erase what you've done. It's too late Felix! You failed him. You did this to him and you can't bring his legs back."

Tears were now rolling down Felix's face. He knew the voice was right. His brother had lost his legs, because Felix had made him climb in a tree. And when Oscar's feet had slipped, Felix had not managed to keep him from falling. He had not been strong enough. He should not have let go of his little brother's hand. He was a failure.

But when he said that he would do anything if it could make Oscar walk again, he really meant it. And he had a plan, that he would follow at any cost, even if it had to take something precious from him. Magic always has a price. But nothing was more important than healing Oscar.