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01-16-2014, 10:38 PM
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The darkness. It is suffocating. I can't breathe. I wake suddenly, my heart racing, and for a moment, I think I know how it feels to be blind. Slowly, shapes begin to form around me, but they are only blurred outlines, racing past and around and over me, streaking past the Wall and away. I heave myself to my feet, panic in every line of my body. "Wait!" I cry, but it is in vain - there is no one left to hear me. Something is coming, though - I can hear it, I can feel it, I can almost see it coming. It's dark. The darkness is bad. I need to run. I need to fly. I need to do something - anything - except stand here. "Zenobia!" I shriek, but my call disappears into thin air, and in my panic I find myself whirling and running, almost colliding with the wall. I yelp in surprise, dodging to the side, and then I am in the clear. I am terrified. I am terrified that I have lost another daughter. I am terrified that I will be swallowed by the darkness riding hard on my heels. My wings extend, and then I am pushing down, hard, rising into the sky and attempting to follow the racing shadows ahead of me. I can barely see them - in fact, maybe they are a part of my imagination - but I follow all the same, hoping, praying, that my daughter had the sense to follow the rest of the herd as they ran. I am behind, hopelessly so; the shapes that I thought I saw are dissolving and reappearing, everywhere and nowhere all at once. I am suddenly sure that I am going to die. And then, somehow, I am tumbling through the darkness, and suddenly I can feel the warmth of the many bodies in the cave and hear the myriad voices floating through the air, and I can see again. My eyes search the crowd hungrily, looking for anyone that I know, and I am shoving my way through the crowd. Finally, I recognize a small group, and I rush forward. I do not know that tears are streaking down my face, that my sides are heaving with sobs, until I try to speak. I fail. After a few moments of near-hyperventilation, I manage to seek out Gaucho. "Zenobia?!" I gasp, fear evident in my vocals. Please, my eyes beg. Please. "Talk talk talk." @[name] |
| Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried... |
