-1Beyond the Mists

By: Kyron

I remember that day. I remember it like it was yesterday. Maybe it was, sometimes I wonder if I know anymore. But I do remember it. It was unusual. And it was beautiful.

It was early morning, the sun was really just cresting the horizon. The mist had settled in, silent and oppressive, blanketing everything in this surreal kind of light. And it was thick. So thick you could see it rolling in waves across the ground with the gentlest of breezes.

I just sat there and watched it move and flow like a living thing. I could feel it as the cold moister settled on my frame, creating small droplets of water. I'd been here for hours. Just watching. Waiting. You could almost feel the tension that was in the air. It hung around you much like the mist did. And it felt ready to snap.

But I just kept waiting. I had all day to wait. No rushing, just patience.

Either way, I was far from disappointed when I heard that sound. It was high pitched, airy and dangerous. I knew that sound. I knew it well.

I made myself melt with the ground, only the small stirring of the mists to show that anything was there. He was coming. And I was ready.

They're beautiful, really. Seekers, I mean. And this mists just accentuates it more. The fog just rolls off of their wings as they taxi for takeoff. It looks like small tornados when their exhausts start up. Makes them easy to see too.

A fog like this one makes sound carry for miles, it seems. I heard him gasp not two nano-clicks after I fired. But he uttered no other sounds as his short flight was disrupted. I heard him land hard just past the end of the runway. There was the nearly gruesome sound of metal being torn asunder as he got caught by the trees. I checked his position. Ah. The Twins had that area covered.

But for now, I simply crawled back and let myself disappear into the mists, stowing my weapon away in subspace. My job was finished and now I just wanted to go home.