[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by nieve on March 31, 2009, 8:37 pm
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One by one, they slipped away; some were wise, and left before the destruction began, but others, like her, remained.
What she thinks of as she stands there, alone but for the scattered few that hadn't the sense (or desire for self-preservation) that the majority of the Wolves and Vipers and Rogues had, is not the point. What is the point is that she stands there, surrounded by color and flashes of brght, bright light as the world rends and the sky begins to fall, piece by broken piece. What matters is that the ground trembles under her feet and abruptly she begins to run, half-lame; she's running, running, running, and she can't find her family and it terrifies her. She has no way of knowing if her little sister has escaped, if her mother escaped, if Nicodemus escaped; because in the way of Wolves, these are the ones she cares for and therefore, are a part of her pack, of her family.
Nevermind that she gets tangled up in the vines and briars that grow out of control, that lightning splits the sky and tornados spiral on the horizon, that the water sources are filling up and flooding the lowlands, that there are fires that start from nothing (fires echoed in the ones blazing on her skin, briars and vines that are mirrored, growing wild from her mane), nevermind that she doesn't know where to begin to look. Her body is scarred, her mind is scarred, her emotions are locked away; in this careless way, she runs, calling for her family, for anyone she knows or anyone she doesn't. She calls wordlessly, and then begins to shout for Wolves, for Lycoris, for Hesper, for Nicodemus, for Anyone. No one comes. Night falls as she runs through the nearly deserted Andarin, and in the Darkness, she is all to aware that there are no stars. When her mother comes for her, she isn't suprised; she's caught somewhere between shock and exhaustion, still unable to comprehend that her Legacy is gone, that her Family is gone, and that she is alone again. Renata comes out of the Darkness, shining like an angel, shining like no living horse can, and with her is the slim golden body of the boy she loves; he, unlike Renata, does not glow.
“Love,” he says to her softly, as she regards him with the dull eyes of the unbelievers and of those who have seen Death, have felt His cold touch and expect it at any moment. “Love, you have to come away now. We will go where we will be safe.” The ground trembles under their feet as she stands poised in indecision, for she has long since decided that her pack has left her (which doesn't surprise her, really; she's been waiting for it all along). He stamps his foot impatiently, breaking her pondering as to whether he is just a hallucination, that the stars fell on her head and she is dead after all. “No,” he says, in that uncanny way of knowing what she's thinking (or, do ghosts read minds? wonders Nieve as an aside,) “You're not dead, and neither am I. Come along, leannan, your family has left and now it's time that we do, too.”
“No,” Nieve says gently, firmly, reasonably, “you're dead. I saw your body.” She's insulted when he shakes his head, because she knows what she saw and refuses to believe that she's been wallowing in despair for the last several months because of a mistake. “What you saw,” says the boy, (Man, she corrects suddenly; they are children no longer) “was my twin. I'm sorry, little Snowbird, but you had to believe I was dead or you would have never left me. It was for your own safety.” A fork of lightning rends the air and Nieve springs sideways, frightened; she remembers all too clearly the fizzle-snap of Alcatraz's element, and with her fright her mysterious boy from a mystery land becomes bold, reaches to her and takes her mane in his teeth; this, coupled with the use of her nickname, convinces her what his words had not, and Nieve steps closer to him, breathing deeply. “Oh,” she breathes, “it's true. It really is you,” and the wonder in her voice draws a smile from him. “Yes. But, we must go, leannan, and quickly,” he tells her quietly, and draws her away.
Together, they leave, heading toward the lands where the Night becomes less threatening and the Earth doesn't tremble, where the stars aren't falling and the world no longer rends.
my love will be in you
if you will be the one to cut me
i'll bleed forever
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