Title: Fragilis
Author: StarWars-Freak
Summary: Before high school… Before the heartbreak of growing up and growing apart… They were friends. Best friends brought together by devastating circumstances and the hope of one day escaping their lives. Lyrra, Nyssa, Steven, and Quinton found each other when there was no one else and affected each other in ways that would last their lifetimes.
Centric Characters: OCs: Lyrra Smythe, Nyssa Smythe, Steven Thales, and Quinton Beckley
Genre: Drama/Fantasy/Hurt/Comfort
Rating: T for abuse, sexual content, and adult themes (nonexplicit); rating subject to change
Notes: This story is based off characters in an in-the-works series (not yet posted) called "Heirs." The song verses in the Prologue come from "Beauty from Pain" by Superchick, music and lyrics by Hsu, T. Brock, Ghazarian, and Estelle.
Secondary Notes: Mega, super, awesome thanks to Ashe (Batsu Simisu-Chan) for being a wonderful beta! Read and Review, please!
Fragilis
Fragilis – easily broken, fragile
Prologue
The Follower watched from the shadows. The crowd of high school kids danced to the fast-paced music blasting from the speakers, but the Follower focused on one couple, her beloved and another woman.
He was perfect. The scar across his left cheek only added to his dark handsomeness. The Follower could remember when the scar was a fresh wound, how she had lovingly bandaged it and gently kissed it. Now he danced with her. A bitter taste filled her mouth when she saw her beloved holding the goddess.
The fast song ended then, and the female singer, who had moments before been dancing around the stage and singing her rage at a lightening fast speed, began to play a sweet, soft, slow melody on the piano. The Follower didn't know the song, but her beloved seemed to know it. Although he held his goddess like the other couples, his face betrayed that his thoughts were elsewhere.
"The lights go out all around me,
"One last candle to keep out the night,
"And then the darkness surrounds me.
"I know I'm alive but I feel like I've died…"
The Follower's eyes snapped away from her beloved to the band's male guitarist. It may have been the girl singer's haunting voice forming the syllables, but the Follower could hear his voice in the words. The guitarist had the same distant look as her beloved.
She felt eyes on her. She looked to the feeling's source. Identical eyes met hers, identical eyes that shone from an almost identical face. Her features were slightly more mature than the last time the Follower had seen her, but there was no doubt that the Follower and she were once the exact same. The other looked away, braking the fragile spell she'd cast over the Follower that had kept her enchanted.
"Here I am, at the end of me,
"Trying to hold to what I can't see.
"I forgot how to hope;
"This night's been so long –
"I cling to your promise: there will be a dawn…"
The Follower shivered in the overheated room. She'd seen enough.
She melted into shadow, as they had always wished as children, but the empty darkness did not hold the comfort she once hoped it offered.