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Chapter Seventeen~ Dream Weaver |
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I groaned and flopped back on the ground. My wet clothes were pulling me down towards the grassy hill side and my legs were more than happy to comply. I stretched out on the sun kissed hill, wiggling free of my shirt and pants. I stretched them out beside me as best as I could from that position and stared up at the aqua blue sky.
I felt the sleepless nights catch hold of me as I stared blankly heavewards. I fell back into slumberland.
My eyes fell shut only to pop open seconds later.
No more was I on that hill. In fact I had never left the house. I was still hung over the rocking chair, the legs giving a faint squeak as I sat up. I rubbed at my eyes, willing away the sleepiness.
Bu thte fugue was determined to cling to my consciousness. I was about to stand when a think fog settled into the living/ kitchen/ dinning room or as I call it the 'Livechening' room.
I staggered to my feet, my eyes wide with shock, my whole body heavy with it. I felt a choked scream building in my throat as a darkened figue rose from the center of the condensing fog.
Slowly the took the form of a winged person, an agle maybe. The figure shifted and wavered as the fog was sucked from the room.
As it pulled back, it revealed Anako standing there, wrapped in a hardly modest layer of wine red cloth. It wove around his body, covering him properly but haveing large areas of thigh and chest exposed, and most of his legs. Also his ebony locks now reached to his knees, billowing away from him, framing him perfectly.
"... A- Anako..." I managed to say, staggering towards him.
His eyes fluttered onto me, his eyes dead. I felt the look send trembles scurrying up and down my spine.
"Why?" He asked.
His head tilted back as he seemed to be pulled up into the air, chest first. He doubled over backwards, his body gone limp.
I brought my hands to my face, my fingers digging into my cheeks.
This wasn't happening!
His head lolled lifelessly towards me, his dead stare coming to fall on me again.
"H-how could-" He coughed as blood trickled from the edges of his mouth. "H-how... y-you... b-be-betray..." He winced visably and fell back, his body stiffening and stretching out into a crucificial pose.
"No! Anako!" I shout, reaching out to him.
The fog suddenly swirled up around me, suffocating me. I screamed out for Anako, tryign to press on. The fog seemed endless, a grey-white void filled only with regret and guilt.
I stumbled and fell tot he ground. I gasped as I seen I could see under the fugue. I slowly croawled towards the fade and onxy pedastal that glowed not so far away.
As I reached the end of the fog barriar a pair of legs came to stand over me.
I followed the shapely legs up to the lean, toga garbed body, and finally up to his face. He seemed to be Anako's identical twin, except his hair was a silken blonde that whisped up around his face forming a wreath of glowing hair and stars.
"Who are you?" He demanded sharply.
"..." I stared pathetically at him, paraliysed with shock and awe.
"Who are you!?" He shouted more forcfully, locking an intimidating stare onto me.
"...I-I... uh... I-I'm Rh-Rhyns..." I managed to stutter out, still not even statding up before this godly being.
"You're Rhyns?" He said skeptically, his already angry scowl turning into a deep biting snarl.
I squeaked and tried to back into the fog. However he grabbed me by the front of my shirt and hoisted me over to the pedistal that drew me here.
He pointed at the body that lay benieth the thick lacy veil as was custom of older barials.
"N-no way... T-that's -gr-grave r-robbing." I said, shaking my head no as well.
He threw back the lacy veil revealing Anako laying there, his arms crossed over his chest and an ahnk in one hand and a bejewled dagger in the other. Multicoloured flower pedels were scattered across the body and the pedistal, sharply contrasting the sable robes he wore.
"You see this?" The blond asked, holding up a small elegantly designed dagger.
I nodded dumbly, my mind still trying to digest everything.
"This belongs to you." He hissed, his hand moving at me as if he was going to stab me.
I screamed and fell back. However even as I braced myself for the landing, none came. I felt myself decend lower and lower and watched my feet finally fall back into the hole too.
The grey-black swirling clouds I was falling through were split into a perfect cylinder, easily transporting me away.
I wanted to scream, I wanted to try and find a hand hold by whole body was numb. My body refused to respond. I squeezed my eyes shut and wished away my life, hoping for an end to this eternal torment.
Suddenly a light breeze passed over me, haulting me yet not jarring me. I felt a thin warm blanket of hope fall over me.
I eased open my eyes, blinking away the vivacious light. I proped myself up on my elbows.
Anako's dark cloak slide down my body, bunching at my waist as I sat up. I gatherd a fistful, praying that he was not dead and this was his last momento to me.
I frantically scrutinized the area.
No Anako.
I stood, pulling the cloak around me tightly seeing as some jerk had run off with my clothes. I started off, calling out softly for Anako. As still no sign came I began running, shouting out to him. I felt the world spining and collasping in on its self. I felt my throat tighten and the fog return.
It roiled up from the cloak, its pained existance wrapping me tightly in its inescapable grasp.
I doubled over, falling to my knees. I was afraid of that darkness, the one I had just managed to defeat! It was back and it brought its friends, guilt and death with it.
I wanted so badly to cry but they were frozen inside me, tantalizingly just out of grasp.
Abruptly I looked up and to my relief, joy, surprise, envy, sadness, everything, there he stood.
Anako stood there in the shadows of the forest, the flecks of sunlight making his skin glisten. The tank top he wore with the draw pants made him seem actually human today. His hand extended skywards, his fingers touching the sky.
I shouted out to him, running to him. As he turned to regaurd me I pounced on him. I had always been over joyed at seeing him but now, I wanted to be knwhere else but right beside him and he beside me.
I owed him that at the very least.
 Ray the Good Soldier · Fri Sep 28, 2007 @ 05:02am · 0 Comments |
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