He felt like he was on fire. His veins set ablaze. It felt like it was burning away something, attacking, fighting something. He felt like he couldn't breath, his lungs felt like they were filled with fire. He felt as if he was burning internally. He wanted to scream. He felt his mouth rip open from it's seams. there was a burst of light as the burning sensation withered down into a weak stinging.
His eyes flew open and he saw the deformed faces hovering above him. Be still Zacharia the voice said in his mind. for a second his vision went out of focus and then returned. what happened to me? he wondered. He tried to think about what had happened. How he was here. He closed his eyes. wait. last time he'd checked his eyes had been sewn shut! He opened them again. The ceiling was white. He tried to sit up but his body didn't want to. He tried moving but every bone in his body ached. He managed to turn his head side ways. Three silent brothers stood by the bed. "What happened?" he managed to choke out and was surprised to hear he could actually speak. The heavenly fire. one of the voices said in his mind. He now remembered. The boy injured on the ground, fire flickering through his veins, the rune he'd used to seal his wound, the blood stained snow. "the boy! Where is he!?" he is fine. said another voice. Zacharia, the fire… it should have killed you. It should have he thought. it is understood that given your previous state- the voice didn't continue.
He didn't know how long he stood there looking at his reflection. The mirror in the recovery room was old and rusted at the sides. He was not used to this. The person looking back at him was a stranger. He was not that pale silver boy anymore. His hair was dark strands that hung limply around his face. His skin was the color it had been before he'd ever been sick. His eyes were dark with flecks of gold. The only thing to remind him of whom he'd once been was a thin strand of silver hair that fell over his temple.
He walked back to the bed and sat there looking at the wall trying to get his thoughts in order. He tried to concentrate and then he saw it. He saw two boys, one weak and pale the other quite the opposite. He heard music. He saw a boy with laughing blue eyes. He saw saw Lonon and the thames. He saw two people on a bridge, the world changing around them but they stayed the same. He saw her. Her eyes a watery blue-gray, her hair a soft brown, her lips curled into a smile. He saw them both. Will and Tessa. He saw an old man laying in his bed, a young girl curled next to him. The light leaving his eyes. I take your hand, brother, so you may go in peace. He was gone. Everything was gone. Everyone he loved was gone. Well, Except her.
A/N: I wrote this a very long time ago, like back in August. I really wanted to write what it might of been like for him when they first take the runes off. The confusion, the realization that everyones gone.