A/N: I didn't put the stupid disclaimer up so here it is... I own nothing except myself and sometimes I'm not even sure about that.
It was a strange sensation, like floating. But there was nothing there to float. It was like not existing, and yet, existing. I was a contradiction. I didn't mind, though. It was nice. Comfortable. Then I saw a light to the side. I wondered what it was.
Before the thought even finished, I was there at the light, looking into it at two different scenes. Both seemed to center around a pretty teenage girl with light skin and dark hair. She appeared to be unconscious. I watched curiously, waiting to see what happened.
In one scene, the girl was being held by a handsome young man with red tattoos on his face. He was surrounded by a group of teenagers and another young man with blue tattoos on his face. Most of the teenagers, including the unconscious girl, had a blue crescent moon on their foreheads. The one with the red marks appeared to be crying, the others apparently trying to comfort him while themselves crying.
Intrigued, (something seemed to say "Whoa, big word.") I focused in on the other scene. Again, the girl was being held by a young man, this one unmarked. The crescent moon wasn't on her forehead, but something told me the girl was the same one from the other scene. She had an aura about her, something that spoke of great things to come. The young man holding her looked profoundly sad, as if he was aware of something he wished he wasn't. He was calm though. Watching him, I got the sense that he was waiting for someone.
ZOEY
The word came out of nowhere, not loud, but surrounding me all the same. It held no meaning to me, and I wondered what it was, why I had heard it.
ZOEY REDBIRD
This time the word seemed to come from behind me. Instantly I was looking that direction, and I saw what looked like a huge diamond. Light shone from within it, flashing colors all around me. I was drawn to it, mesmerized (wow, another big word!) by the sparks of color and light.
YOU HAVE DONE WELL, ZOEY. BUT YOU'RE NOT DONE YET. YOU HAVE LESSONS YET TO LEARN.
Something began to twitch at the edge of my conscious, as if a sort of recognition was trying to come through.
GO BACK TO YOUR CONSORT, ZOEY. THE JOURNEY YOU WILL TAKE WITH HIM WILL PROVIDE YOU THE KNOWLEDGE YOU NEED TO SUCCEED.
The twitching was getting worse, and I had the feeling of drifting away somewhere.
RECLAIM YOUR SOUL. CLAIM YOUR REWARD.
I was drifting farther now, faster. The diamond began to fade.
REMEMBER, ZOEY REDBIRD.
I woke up.
Heath
Heath could feel when Zoey came back, and he sighed. He'd hoped that somehow he'd been wrong. That he wouldn't have to put her through this.
He knew a lot more now than he had when he'd been alive. He supposed it came with death, this knowledge and understanding. Zoey wasn't dead, though. She wasn't supposed to be here. He thought he'd be able to send her back. But bigger plans came first, and here, in this place, Heath would have to play the role of teacher and guide. Zoey would go back, but it would be on terms not his own.
Her eyes opened, and she looked up at him, confusion in her eyes.
"Hey, babe," he said. "Looks like you and I have a long journey ahead of us."
"Who are you," she asked.
"I'm your guide."
Stark
"How long has he been sitting there?" Stark heard Damien ask someone behind him. He didn't care who it was. He kept his eyes on the body in front of him. It may look like her, but it wasn't Zoey. He didn't know who it was. He didn't care. He didn't care about a lot of things now. He simply wanted Zoey back.
"A Warrior losing their Priestess is a very hard thing. A part of him is lost as well."
"It's double hard on Stark because he loved her."
Loves, Stark thought. He loves her. I love her.
"Just let him alone. He'll come out when he's ready."
I'll never be ready. I failed her. I failed her because of my stupid jealousy. I left her alone. How could I have left her alone, especially at a time like this?
He became aware of something standing beside him. He ignored it, whatever it was, until it said his name.
JAMES
The voice was male, with power behind it. As if compelled, Stark felt himself turning to look at the speaker.
I know it's short, but ti was a spur of the moment story. If you like it and/or have story ideas, please review. Otherwise I'll won't write any after this.