Title: And So the End
Author: sheleigh
Disclaimer: I make no claim to any of the characters in this fanfiction- this is merely me, playing with the universe created by George Lucas.
Summary: A speculation on the feelings of the fallen Xanatos.
Author's Note: This is a short piece- very short, in fact. I dedicate it to Obi-Ew, for inadvertently giving me a plot idea in the middle of one of my classes. How you ask? A line from her signature- this one, in fact:
I feel the light betray me-Linkin Park
******
The light was leaving him now. He could feel it, cold and drifting, as if a frigid winter's breeze had swept through his body and from it taken the last bits of hope and warmth his soul possessed.
Old fears arose. Those he had not felt since his childhood fears that no child of any age should have. The fears of loneliness darkness and the fear of not being loved.
Icy pain swept through him, tearing at his nerves, as he cried out, desolate and last in his despair. Darkness continued its cruel flight as it darkened his vision, dimmed his clear blue eyes.
His eyes. Everyone who met had commented that it was his eyes that betrayed him. His clear eyes that could light up and shimmer, seeming as if the stars from the heavens above danced in them during times of joy... or darkened to the cold gripping heart of the sea, during a harsh storm- his rage.
But now? Now those betraying eyes were dim- filmy and pained.
His torment was his own, self imposed for his perceived failures where others saw hope, light, love. But he saw nothing.
Nothing but failure in the face of trial, loss when there was love. He was nothing in his self perceived world of failure.
Consciousness though pulled at him, as he forced his mind to pull from the blanket of haze that encompassed him
The pain left his eyes as he forcibly blanked himself of emotion. Yet, even as the facade of serenity and calm shadowed his face, he felt the pain of his failure.
Darkness was his ally, and his enemy. Buy, never again would others know his pain. His pain was his own, his torment- his own- and no one shall know it.
Resolution filled him.
This was the end.
The only sign of any trace of his feelings, whether light or dark- was the single broken circle, scarred on his cheek.
Yes, this was the end.
Author: sheleigh
Disclaimer: I make no claim to any of the characters in this fanfiction- this is merely me, playing with the universe created by George Lucas.
Summary: A speculation on the feelings of the fallen Xanatos.
Author's Note: This is a short piece- very short, in fact. I dedicate it to Obi-Ew, for inadvertently giving me a plot idea in the middle of one of my classes. How you ask? A line from her signature- this one, in fact:
I feel the light betray me-Linkin Park
******
The light was leaving him now. He could feel it, cold and drifting, as if a frigid winter's breeze had swept through his body and from it taken the last bits of hope and warmth his soul possessed.
Old fears arose. Those he had not felt since his childhood fears that no child of any age should have. The fears of loneliness darkness and the fear of not being loved.
Icy pain swept through him, tearing at his nerves, as he cried out, desolate and last in his despair. Darkness continued its cruel flight as it darkened his vision, dimmed his clear blue eyes.
His eyes. Everyone who met had commented that it was his eyes that betrayed him. His clear eyes that could light up and shimmer, seeming as if the stars from the heavens above danced in them during times of joy... or darkened to the cold gripping heart of the sea, during a harsh storm- his rage.
But now? Now those betraying eyes were dim- filmy and pained.
His torment was his own, self imposed for his perceived failures where others saw hope, light, love. But he saw nothing.
Nothing but failure in the face of trial, loss when there was love. He was nothing in his self perceived world of failure.
Consciousness though pulled at him, as he forced his mind to pull from the blanket of haze that encompassed him
The pain left his eyes as he forcibly blanked himself of emotion. Yet, even as the facade of serenity and calm shadowed his face, he felt the pain of his failure.
Darkness was his ally, and his enemy. Buy, never again would others know his pain. His pain was his own, his torment- his own- and no one shall know it.
Resolution filled him.
This was the end.
The only sign of any trace of his feelings, whether light or dark- was the single broken circle, scarred on his cheek.
Yes, this was the end.