So, my first story! I wrote this in January-ish, at a time when I wasn't writing much, and never had been. But then the idea sort of came together and I sat down, wrote it in one sitting, and then emailed it to my DGM-obsessed friends. I didn't edit it at all since that time; I want to keep it like it is as a memory of sorts. I'm taking this advanced English class, and I've definitely improved since the beginning of the year, so these little snippets are something like landmarks. Or whatever.
This is based on the song "Bring Me To Life" by Evanescence, which I only found because my friend is obsessed with them. I'll stop rambling now...
Bring Me To Life
Wake me up...
He slept, and while he slept, he dreamed.
Wake me up inside...
"It only harms evil? Are you sure about that?"
I can't wake up...
He is pinned against a fragment of a wall by his own sword. He slumps over, and blood trickles from his mouth. He is surrounded by ruins, everything around him has crumbled, building have toppled, now they stand crooked as they stand, the only things around him as far as he can see. The ruins bear traces of patterns that are so familiar to him.
Save me...
"Poor child... It wasn't you who saved all those soiled souls. It was the left hand of God.
"You need saving too."
He looks up to see a great shining light soaring among the sparse gray clouds. Is this a dream? He sighs. What a bad dream... He tries to coax his conscious mind to wake up... wake up...
Call my name...
"'Allen!'"
Mana?
"What are you doing with that big sword in you, 'Allen?'"
The clown smiles, stretching out one hand towards him.
And save me from the dark
"C'mon, 'Alle...' Hurry! There's a visitor!"
He can't believe it. He hasn't seen him in so long, although he knows it is only a dream...
"They've been waiting a long time, 'A...'" Now the clown smiles, the same smile he has always known. But there is something different...
Wake me up...
He dismisses the feeling, and as if in a dream, extends his hand to meet his father's.
I take that back... It's a good dream.
Bid my blood to run...
As their hands draw closer, his hand becomes smaller, the years drop away. Everything that has happened in the last ten years has not happened at all, and as his left hand rests firmly in Mana's grasp once more, he smiles the first genuine smile that has spread across his face in such a long time. He is young, free, with his father; the ruins have no meaning anymore, and the sudden appearance of a strange pole with a yellow rectangular object hanging off the end of it does not matter...
Before I come undone...
"Hurry! Hurry, '...'!"
And he answers in a child's voice once more,
"Hey! Mana! I'm not '...'
"Call me Allen."
Save me...
"Call me..."
He awakens. His eyes creak open, and he sits up and sighs. The wet cloth slides from his forehead, yet he is hot, so hot. A small golden object is jostled by this movement, and wonders in its silent way what is wrong.
He exhales once more, and now he is staring at something unseen in a way he could never have done before. His eyes are slitted, he breathes deliberately, and he sits straight up and leans slightly forward as if in anticipation.
The golem looks up in shock at the boy who has now become something more. As if he can sense its gaze, he flicks those piercing golden eyes down to stare wide-eyed at it. It shrinks back into the covers a little, afraid of those eyes that belonged to the person he once knew...
Yet he knows these new eyes as well...
Save me from the nothing I've become...
