A/N:
Written for the nestofspiders LJ community, Prompt 9: Spring
– An experience in immortality. —
Henry D. Thoreau.
All
feedback — praise and criticism, public, private, open, and
anonymous — is treasured. I will reply to
every review.
It's such a beautiful morning: after days of rain the sun has finally come out, its rays reflect dazzlingly in the raindrops still hanging on the celadon-green leaves.
The fight is dying down when Marlene falls and in all this brilliant light it doesn't even look very dangerous, but when her friends reach her they see the long slash across her chest and stomach.
"And I thought—" Marlene's choking. "We were good …" She smiles with difficulty, a dark red bubble in the corner of her mouth. "… Immortal." And she's gone.
Sirius looks up at the others. "Aren't we?"