First AC fic, yeah! Hope you're ok with the short first chapter. I don't do very well with length.
Enjoy!
Desmond lays his hand on the sphere, a calm acceptance seeping through his being.
He knew this was coming. He didn't know exactly how he knew, but he did. Ever since his guardian angel had finally lost his wings and Desmond had woken up with a calm "I know what we have to do."
The sphere heats under his hand. Suddenly it was too hot and his arm burns and his entire body feels like it was being thrown on a fire. Desmond writhes while Juno cackling behind him, and wishes he could strangle her. "No pain" my ass.
The burning grew and Desmond screams.
Suddenly there was-
Infinite-
Light.
The burning
remains
but of a different kind
He breathes
stinging air comes
devoid of water
His thoughts are muddled
the sun is warm on face
the sand hot underneath his back
Desmond opens his eyes
closes them again
too bright
He lifts his hand
shields his eyes
wretches them open
Blue
gold
a faint yellow and tan
Desert
A part of him feels at home
the rest panics
Bleeding Effect?
it feels too real
The ghosts did too
Afterlife?
should death hurt this much?
who knows
Desmond closes them again
everything
aches
Heart
body
arm
He should move
run
fly
Weight pushes
he
sinks
Miles away in Masyaf Altair feels a tingle go down his spine. He isn't one for superstition and senseless talk of djinns and demons. An assassin makes their own mistakes, their own luck.
But he turns his head to the desert nonetheless.