Author's Note: This is a companion piece to my unfinished story, 'This Fragile Bird.'
I know it has been a very long time since I wrote anything...but I am happy to say that I am glad to be back. The pieces of mine that are still unfinished each have chapters being written. This piece is a one shot, which actually got me back into my other story about The Mountain. I am very excited to be working on that one again!
Mountains Never Die
My skull feels like it has been shattered into a million pieces-it hurts more than it always had ever since the day this world was cursed with the news of my birth. There is a foul stench in the air, I cannot place it. Death? Nay...Mountains never die.
I scream. The pain has grown. I look down to my mid-section. I see a bandage, blackened by blood, poison, and infection. 'So, that small little shit got me, did he?' I ask no one. A face appears before me, with eyes as round as the moon and filled with fear. 'You should be afraid, girl. Even though I am dying, I could still smash your head on that wall.' Through her veiled face, I can see her grin. I laugh through my nose, as she steps closer to me. She gestures to the wound. 'Get it over with then.' She bows her head, and steps to a table of some sort. The small thing returns, and peels the bandage from my wound. She does not flinch, she goes about her business and cleans the wound with a gentleness I had only ever known once in my life...from...her. Megena. That wife...my first one. There is a pang in my chest as I think of the small woman I had wed. She is the only regret in my life. I regret killing her. My right eye twitches as I try my best to push the image of her face from my mind. But she remains. She was always there. My torment. The reason I killed. When I took her life, she took with her what little humanity I had left in me. I am glad that she sent our daughter away. I would have likely killed her as well, someday.
The sister does not place a bandage over my wound, I look to her. 'Fucking cover it girl.' I growl, gripping her wrist. She twists way, and peels away her face covering. 'No. Not you. You are gone. I killed you.' The young girl shakes her head, and kneels beside my bed. She speaks quietly, 'I am your daughter. You killed my mother.' I try to move away, but the girl thrusts her fingers into my wound. I scream...no one comes. 'You killed my mother.' For a moment I see myself in that terrible moment, putting her beautiful face to the fire. 'She fucked my brother. She had his bastard.' The girl shakes her head, and holds a dagger to my neck. A brave girl. She has my mind, but the face and build of her mother. 'Say her name, father. Say it!' Something wet falls from my eye as I look to the girl, my child. 'You going to kill your father girl?' The girl throws back her head and laughs. 'Her name, father.' I close my eyes as a wave of pain rushes through my entire being. 'Megena. That-' I am silenced. The girl thrusts her dagger into my posioned wound. I thrash for aoment before settling. 'More poison?' I ask the girl. She covers her face and nods. 'For my mother.' I place my hand over my wound and nod, 'You're a Clegane.' I say to her as she exits the room, and here I lay, knowing that death shall soon follow. My brother had always wanted to take my life, I now that much. But I cannot help but find humor in having my life ended by my own daughter.
I do not know what waits for me beyond. I know it won't be good. I don't deserve that. I hope to see her for a moment. And my son. We had a son. A son with black hair and blue...bl..
A/N: I know this was nothing special, but it was in my head. And I wanted it out! I hope it pleased someone out there!