The lights, the lights were brilliant. The singing, so loud, rising from soft to roaring. Jonas stumbled towards the cottage he knew to be salvation. He could barely reach out, only a few feet. Then he fell. Jonas managed to shift his body so he wouldn't crush Gabe.
Gabe let his screams roam free. For a moment, they matched the singing within the lit cottage. But the music drained away, leaving Gabe to scream. Slowly the screams webbed away as well. Jonas could tell they were both dying.
Jonas heard the sound of a door creak open, but he couldn't see. His eyes were closing, his vision fading.
Leader...
Jonas did not understand the calling, but it stirred him unvoluntarily.
Receiver...
She bent down beside Jonas. Before his squinting eyes he could see a beautiful being, wearing robes of many colors. She lightly dragged her nails against Gabe's neck, leaving him to cry again. He was warm. She repeated the task to Jonas. He felt the warmth, stronger than his memories could withhold. He felt his wounds heal. Her cold pale eyes seemed to stare into him.
She bent down and placed a needled herb beside the pair, and disappeared along with the snowflakes as the cottage door opened and people warily rushed out.
Years later, Jonas learned the name of the herb he had kept so close to him and Gabe as a reminder of their survival.
Rosemary.
Well, a first review. Thank you. I have no idea where 'chick' came from, and checking my original document on my computer it originally says 'neck', so.
As much as I appreciate reviews, even crippling ones, I do expect friendly criticism. But y'know, there is such thing as listing something good about my story. As short as it is, I rewrote this about seven times.
Happy Reading!