Things you should probably know before you read:
This is my first article, so please be patient with me.
I will try to post as often as I can, however, my school starts in about two weeks and once it does, I probably won't be able to post as often.
I love everything about this series, except for the way it ended. This story starts when Rose is shot and blacks out.
Thank you, and enjoy the show!
I had somehow always known that I would die defending Lissa, and I didn't regret it one bit. Lissa had given me my life, in more ways than one. I've read stories (Surprising, isn't it?) where people who come back from death come back and realize that they had come back for a reason. My reason had been protecting Lissa.
And Dimitri, who had come in and out of my life so many times, whose own life had been taken from him and then given back, was there with me too. He had understood, and had helped Sonya understand too, that a life given back could never be wasted. He knew there was a reason people had come back. I could only hope that now, as I had fulfilled it, he would be able to accept it.
The pain in my chest was more than I had ever imagined. People got shot every day, the pain was excruciating, but it couldn't be that much worse than what I'd already been through, right? Wrong. I couldn't describe what I felt like, only that I was majorly impressed by the fact that I could think at all. The only thing I knew was that the bewildering and unimaginable sensation was there, that it was real, the most real thing I had ever experienced, and that eventually, one way or another, it would lessen. All I could do was wait.
The darkness that was momentarily bayed by my own shock was now closing in around me. The rings around my eyesight were now squeezing tighter and tighter around my vision until I felt like I was looking through a straw. I was losing the feeling and control of my body that I had trained for years to gain. The feeling in all parts of my body was fading. I was going numb. For a brief second, I could comprehend nothing but this lessening of my unbearable pain. I tried hard to understand what was going on, tried to force my rapidly deteriorating body to work. I tried to see, to make what I thought were my eyes work. I saw nothing but a foggy haze at best. I could hear nothing, not even the thud of my heartbeat in my ears. Had my heart stopped? After all the scares and near misses, was my life finally over?
That was my last thought as I let the darkness swallow me and bring me down into oblivion.
I guess I should have known that I wouldn't really die. I had accepted it in that last fleeting moment. I remember Robert Doru's words or wisdom. I'd known the shadows would not hesitate to entrap me, and I had let them. Lissa however had not. As soon as she had gotten over the initial shock, when I'd blacked out, she'd started to work her magic, literally. She brought me back once again from the dead. I was grateful, more so than anyone could ever imagine. Sure, I'd thought I was ready for it. I'd said goodbye to the world, or so I thought. As it turns out, there were lots of people I'd never said goodbye to, and ironically, most of them had been there when it happened, when I died. (I don't think I'll ever get used to the sound of that. I should be though, it's happened before.) My parents, my friends, everyone who had helped me and gotten me through the numerous trials and adventures that were my life, I'd never known how much I appreciated them until I had the time or reason to go back and wonder why they ever went along with any of my crazy schemes and plans. In my head, I'd said goodbye to Lissa and Dimitri, the two sturdiest and most trusted trees in my life, they were me at the very core, my roots, but I'd never told goodbye, and I was so glad that I didn't have to.
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