A fic that centers mainly after Sinedd loses his ability to use his beloved smog and turns ill. Artegor is healed by Dame Simbai and her medical attentions, but will Aarch and Artegor be able to locate Sinedd in time to save him from an horrible death?
They had lost. Again. However, this time it was nothing compared to the team's loss in the final. This time he had lost something more than just a chance to kiss the golden cup. He had lost the thing that was the building block of his whole being, the core of his new life and the substance that had given him strength when needed most. Strength to go on with his life while no one dear to him was in it anymore. Strength to fight back unwanted visitors knocking on the door of his already destroyed heart. Strength to keep on playing even when his ankle was broken in two places and a furious coach was screeching in his headset.
But now it was gone. And deep inside him, Sinedd knew that the smog's power would never be returned to him. Never again he would feel the comfort of the black fog through his body. Never again he could use it to do insane jumps to feel a second of unaltered freedom. Freedom from all his sorrows and emotional scars inflicted upon him. Without it, he was not whole.
The only comfort Sinedd had found after the match was in Artegor's office. The guy had been practical a father in Sinedd's eyes, since his coach cared for him, gave him food and a shelter. Even though Artegor had been harsh and sometimes even downright cruel to him, Sinedd could see emotions flicker behind his eyes. Even affection directed towards him. Only to see his coach face turn back in the cold mask he wore day and night as soon Artegor noticed he was looking.
The office was dark and empty. Just the way he liked it to be. ' Artegor must still be in Genesis.' No doubt he will be here soon. Sinedd decided to wait till his coach showed up. What he had to tell him could not wait till tomorrow. ' While I'm here I could use the time to sleep a bit.' There was a comfy sofa situated in the corner of the office, which was good enough for a nap. Next to it was a side table with different kinds of objects on it. One of it, a silver picture frame, shone brightly in the dimmed room. Picking it up slowly, Sinedd examined the photo it contained. He immediately recognized his coach even though the picture must have been taken over 15 years ago. Artegor was smiling brightly in the camera. His youthful face looked happy and carefree. His left arm encircled an old football while his other arm held onto another man. Sinedd brought his face closer to the photo. Only to jerk it back suddenly. The other man was a man he hated most. His old coach Aarch. ' Stupid old man.' Nothing had changed his animosity towards him over all those years, since he had scolded him for playing fool all the time. Sinedd threw the frame back on the side table and paced back and forth. ' Damn Artegor, where are you.' His anger was getting worse and so was his headache. The match against the Pirates had done him no good. The snapped ankle he could take, but the blow to his ego and the loss of his flux was just too much to handle. Sinedd massaged his temples in order to relieve him a bit from his headache. The room he was in began to waver and he found he could not see as clearly as a couple of minutes ago. The pain in his head grew and Sinedd was forced to fall on his knees. ' Shit, what is happening to me….' Suddenly, Sinedd lost his vision for a moment. Only to see the room reappear a few seconds later. He never felt so lost before. All alone, waiting for a person who never came to see him after the match. Sinedd felt the pain in his head spread towards his upper body and fell on the cold hard floor. Gasping for air. Hands clutching his heart where the pain was worst. ' Coach?... help me.. I.. ughh.' The pain was too intense to call out for help. Too intense to
stand up. Gasping for air Sinedd saw it lying on the floor only a meter away from him. The only way he could call for help. His cellphone. If only he could reach it, he could call Artegor. It took all his strength to lay his shaking hand on the cellphone. He blindly dialed the number he knew by heart. It rang once…. Twice… No answer. '….. gasp…. Please ….someone…anyone…' Sinedd felt how his body was struggling to draw every single breath. And then he saw them. In the corner of the dimmed room. A man and a woman. Both with raven black hair and piercing blue eyes. His parents had come! '…mom...dad?' Everything he longed for was in reach. Then darkness came and engulfed Sinedd completely.
Ok, this is it for now. Please leave a comment but bear in mind I'm not a native speaker of English so you might find some spelling errors. ….I am such a crappy writer, but I thought there are way too little galactic football fics, so I thought I give it a try. This is a result of extreme boredom. XD