Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
How many of them had been lost, before the sickness had even begun? How many had torn themselves apart in their delirium, racing over cobblestones, sand, and snow? How many had been left unattended, because the world was an ever-present distraction, and permitted to sweep along rolling hills until they were simply gone? It wore a hole in the pits of her soul, to think she might not have been able to find him, and that there were scores of others suffering the same fate. They couldn’t tie or bind or tether them all together, but gods it was tempting, when onslaught after onslaught, wave after wave, kept screeching and bellowing, kept battering and bombarding them. When did it cease? When did it end?
Or did it simply desist for them, when their bodies and minds could take no more?
“That’s okay. You’re not dead. You’re alive.” A steady reassurance, a pulse of her fingers against his, ensuring his hand was still in hers, and not gone, not gone, not gone, off into the expanse. “We’re in Halo, but we can go back now.” Fangorn rattled the lantern ahead, imploring he could show the way, down paths, and some mutual feelings of desperation towards Pemota, so they could all clamber and wander together. “We can go through the portal, and go back home. See Sunjata.” A beam of a smile, an encouraging grin, as she tugged, as she pulled, as she tried to insist they could go through the darkness, through the snow, through the wild, untamed reaches, to get to where they belonged.
Or did it simply desist for them, when their bodies and minds could take no more?
“That’s okay. You’re not dead. You’re alive.” A steady reassurance, a pulse of her fingers against his, ensuring his hand was still in hers, and not gone, not gone, not gone, off into the expanse. “We’re in Halo, but we can go back now.” Fangorn rattled the lantern ahead, imploring he could show the way, down paths, and some mutual feelings of desperation towards Pemota, so they could all clamber and wander together. “We can go through the portal, and go back home. See Sunjata.” A beam of a smile, an encouraging grin, as she tugged, as she pulled, as she tried to insist they could go through the darkness, through the snow, through the wild, untamed reaches, to get to where they belonged.
Melita
