Post by WHIPSTER. on Jun 24, 2016 14:30:52 GMT
F A L L
LOST SOMEWHERE BETWEEN HERE AND MARS
You thought he had killed you. There was red everywhere: behind your eyelids, seeping down your throat, crusted to your bronze and white body ... And he had you going for a second as his foot connected to your temple and you fell for what you thought was the last time. You've never had luck like this, per say. You had a beautiful family, you had your mother's eyes and your fathers stern tongue. But, behind all that was a vehement screeching and the sound of tearing no matter where you looked. Your love for Reth couldn't even surpass the darkness. And it was days before you woke; body crumpled upon the desert floor, sand crusted over your eyelashes, forcing them open to face the harsh summer sun. There was no one for miles, just your body in a massive and dried pile of blood and skin. An ever-lasting ache wracked your entire being, including the void soul which could hardly pick itself back up. Your jaw was displaced, hanging open, body heaving as it rose like a Phoenix from the ashes. Your girls are your first semi conscience thought -- where were they? Were they unharmed, tucked under Iscariot's wing? You hoped. You hoped that Atreyu left you for dead and returned to his bastard child and whore Queen, forced to see you any time he opened his eyes. Your second thought is how you could have let this happen. You were the son of Fate, a complicated mesh of bristle and weeds and fishscales. You know that your father was quiet, but he was a hurricane to those who defied him. You, too, were once a hurricane in the face of your enemies. Now a meek speck of dust in the rolling dunes of the Oasis.
Your body crumbles under the weight of itself. Slowly you are dehydrating, wasting away; you don't fear death but you are desperate to make it to water. You want to last long enough to see them one more time, at least. Reth and Sonnet are the only things that matter to you now, providing they were alive. You, the non-believer, prays to the Gods that they are here. Somewhere. It helps you keep on. It keeps your spirit lifted in the slightest. But as you keep on you realize the deafening silence ringing through your home, a sickening silence, the kind that drives a man to madness. You are already mad, so it is not the change in tune that startles you. What startles you is the cryptic message written in blood, swearing vengeance. And the hawks as they circled the dead bodies, swooping down for mouth fulls of flesh. The sight before you is horrifying. They're gone. You are officially alone. Your mother had left you first and while you tried so hard to seem indifferent it had taken a piece of you away from the real world. You didn't know your father well enough to miss him, but everything that came from Fate was now empty in the Oasis like he had never seen before.
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