*I do not own any part of Witch Hunter Robin*
The earth sang.
There were no other words to describe it.
The earth sang. A gentle chorus of welcome poured upward through the strata, originating in the liquid fire that churned at the core of the world. It hummed through layers of amorphous rock, spiraling past fossils, rippling within veins of metals and deposits of gems. The beat was the pulsing heart of the earth; the harmony, those who had come before. As it neared the surface the song changed, became faster and stronger. It crashed across the final barrier, thrusting into the concrete above, exploding through the crust of the world with a roar no louder than a sigh. It sought her. It found her. She had come.
* * *
A hand on her arm, a firm grip, pulling her from darkness.
The light of the world.
The song of the earth.
Awake.
"-bin!" She blinked. Her airline pillow obscured her view and she lifted a pale hand to shift it, revealing a cold-eyed Amon, his hand still on her wrist. She swallowed and sat up, the seat clicking forward in the absence of her weight.
"Sorry?" she asked, still taking in her surroundings. She glanced out the window. "Oh-! We're here."
"Yes," he replied, scowling. "And we have been for some time now." He stood and rummaged in the overhead compartment, forced to stoop in the confined space. She watched him pull down their meager luggage, the duffel bags now the sum total of their earthly possessions. He moved aside to let her pass but shook his head curtly when she reached to help him, leaving her no choice but to continue ahead. She made her way down the aisle, noting they were the last to leave the plane.
The stairs were a bright metal, blinding in the sun, which in itself consisted of a few halfhearted rays providing weak light. It was a short walk from the plane to the arrival lounge. She was gazing at the squat, brown building as her foot left the last step, as she came in contact with the earth for the first time. A sound – a sigh? brushed the edges of her hearing before thrumming through her body. Her blood simmered. Her heart galloped. She was unconscious before she hit the ground.
* * *
Amon saw her crumple. The bags bounced down after him as he rushed to her side, his coat snapping in the sudden wind.
The earth sang.
There were no other words to describe it.
The earth sang. A gentle chorus of welcome poured upward through the strata, originating in the liquid fire that churned at the core of the world. It hummed through layers of amorphous rock, spiraling past fossils, rippling within veins of metals and deposits of gems. The beat was the pulsing heart of the earth; the harmony, those who had come before. As it neared the surface the song changed, became faster and stronger. It crashed across the final barrier, thrusting into the concrete above, exploding through the crust of the world with a roar no louder than a sigh. It sought her. It found her. She had come.
* * *
A hand on her arm, a firm grip, pulling her from darkness.
The light of the world.
The song of the earth.
Awake.
"-bin!" She blinked. Her airline pillow obscured her view and she lifted a pale hand to shift it, revealing a cold-eyed Amon, his hand still on her wrist. She swallowed and sat up, the seat clicking forward in the absence of her weight.
"Sorry?" she asked, still taking in her surroundings. She glanced out the window. "Oh-! We're here."
"Yes," he replied, scowling. "And we have been for some time now." He stood and rummaged in the overhead compartment, forced to stoop in the confined space. She watched him pull down their meager luggage, the duffel bags now the sum total of their earthly possessions. He moved aside to let her pass but shook his head curtly when she reached to help him, leaving her no choice but to continue ahead. She made her way down the aisle, noting they were the last to leave the plane.
The stairs were a bright metal, blinding in the sun, which in itself consisted of a few halfhearted rays providing weak light. It was a short walk from the plane to the arrival lounge. She was gazing at the squat, brown building as her foot left the last step, as she came in contact with the earth for the first time. A sound – a sigh? brushed the edges of her hearing before thrumming through her body. Her blood simmered. Her heart galloped. She was unconscious before she hit the ground.
* * *
Amon saw her crumple. The bags bounced down after him as he rushed to her side, his coat snapping in the sudden wind.