Angel in the dust
By Lady Astri
AN: Lady Astri is just another one of my many names. This story/ song is in rememberence of people that were in the world trade towers on september 11. Many people wanted to know if the people I knew made it out ok. Here is a songfic about it from Numairs POV. This is for all the people in the towers, not just the ones I knew. If you would like to hear me sing my song. E-mail me.
The remains of the people were just left there. At least what you could make out of it. Carcasses of animals were dragged away from humans. Searching for anyone, by anyone.
I went to far
I drained myself out
The brightness of the candle
Dims
The once powerful Numair borders unconciosness. No one to help him, he just lies under a tree. It ironic how many thoughts are going through his mind while almost unconcious. He thinks.
Havn't I been here before
This was the spot where you nursed my soul
With you
Long ago
Diane! Where is Diane! If only I could find you now. I ask of all the Gods and Godesses. Let her be safe.
Please,I beg of you
Come back to me
Come to me
Right here
If only I could find you now
A thousand rains have passed
And I'll still search on
To find you
Safe in our arms
Safe
Three days of lying under this tree. A gruff voice in the distance calls. Who is this that bends over me and weeps on my face? Yes, Alanna. I cant hear you, but I know what you are saying. "I wish I has the power to heal you." Oh, my dear Alanna. There comes a time when the human is stripped of all weapons and gifts. When you are vulnerable with no escape. And return to the earth. Nothing is ever lost.
In the brief moment between the transition of the realms Numair sees someone in the ashy rubble.
Numair watches his body for a quiet moment, then walks forward to join the angel in the dust.