This is nowhere near what I ususally write. Ever! I have no problem with dark thoughts etc. but This popped in my head and it was the first thing that actually drew me to writing again. It felt wonderful
I'm going to be honest and say its probably not good but it felt great to write; in the 30 minutes it took.
Hopefully this motivates me to finish a bunch of unfinished stories on my laptop. We'll see
Enjoy
I am hugging her. And I'm crying. I am burnt, stabbed, and surrounded by pain and death. I had finally found something wonderful. This family had cared for me since day one. I loved them. And by extension her. But it was a trap. I was to bring GREATNESS! I was to bring REDEMPTION! I was to bring FEAR! We were going to restore our once great legacy. Under Astrid's leadership and the Night Mother's guidance we had nowhere to go but up! How did it go so WRONG?!
There are tears on her eye sockets. I never realized how small she was. It wasn't that I really took my time inspecting her. I knew she was a decrepit corpse that only decayed over time, but even as she spoke to me that one time, I never took the time out to truly inspect her. Linens kept in place by ropes. Nearly skeletal arms wrapped around herself as if she was the only thing capable of giving herself love. Does she know that her family will love her till the day we all die? I have a feeling that part of her does even if she hasn't fully accepted it. May Sithis one day return to her and that they both find love and happiness with each other.
But from the light of the burning… everything? I can see it is just us. Well, that's not correct either judging from the screaming that occurring outside her now shared coffin. Before I even reached the door, I found "Cranky Uncle" Festus bolted to a tree by an array of arrows. The grouchy old fuck. He may have been unpleasant but he was brilliant! He helped us out with every one of our contracts with as much information he had at his fingertips, which was as extensive as his knowledge on magic. I hope that when this is all over I can safely remove him from that tree and give him the Burial he deserves. I passed Veezara as soon as I walked in. They had stripped him of his weapon, his clothes, and probably his dignity… His body sprawled out for everyone to see. I weep for him as the last Shadowscale and as a brother. I got to the main hall just in time to see Arnbjorn, in his full Werewolf pride, slain by a slew of damned soldiers. Even murdering them in the bloodiest fashions didn't stop my tears. What I would give for him to call me beef roast so I can share one more chuckle with him. Gabriella: Her sense of humor was unmatched. Always telling the bloodiest and funniest jokes; to see her dead and bent over a table almost caused me to vomit on her corpse. I could only hope that they waited until she was dead until they used her…
There were many others I didn't see… and even though I saved Nazir, I mind as well not have. I heard the Night Mother's soothing voice call out to me like a siren's call. I couldn't even think about disobeying as I stepped into her open coffin. Those screams outside could be his for all I know. I can see each and every face of my brothers and sisters burning from the inside out. And yet I cannot leave. I know that its how I'll survive, but that just makes me selfish and akin to Cicero the Traitor. I knew it was the Night Mother who called me in there, but I couldn't bring myself to hate her, or even be mad at her. So I just wept as I watched my family die over and over again in my head.
After what seemed like too long for my sanity to remain intact, I felt a wave of calm wash over me. I looked at the Night Mother and it seemed almost that she could see the images in my head and hear the thoughts flowing through my brain. And she offered me peace with a single word
"Sleep"