Lost and found
E/O Drabble Challenge, words: lost, glade.
Summary: After thousands and thousands of years of fighting for the right thing it's kind of surprising that the right thing seems to be so much simpler than he'd ever thought...
Warning: Spoilers to the end of season 8
A/N: Happy birthday Lazerwolf – here's your virtual birthday cake :-)
It takes him a while to notice it. He's lying on the damp ground, idly watching a millipede crossing the obstacle that is his arm, marveling about the tiny waves its feet are performing, listening to the sounds of the forest – the rustling under leaves, the evening song of a blackbird, the bustling humming of bees. That's when it hits him. It's the first time he just hears the world around him, the world his father has created. But there is dead silence where his brothers used to be, deep in his mind. And he knows he should feel lost.
Strangely, what he really feels is the opposite. He feels like a child that's been stumbling through a dark and fearsome forest for ages, too afraid to rest, until by pure chance it finds itself on a glade bathed in light, and all he wants is to lie there forever, free for once of the terrible weight of guilt and responsibility. And he knows he should probably stand up and DO something, but he doesn't give a damn. He just turns on his back and opens his arms and let peace flow through his body like air. And he smiles.