Fleeting Moment
Chapter two
First, the sight. Blackness. It was a darkness that glowed. A darkness that pulled him in, yet made him want to push away. A darkness that made his eyes feel like they would catch fire if he looked too long, but still he stared, for it was too gorgeous to look away.
Second, the feeling. Water. Everywhere. Above him, below him, surrounding him. It cradled him softly, but ever so slowly it began to hold him tighter and tighter in its powerful grip, pulling him down in to the endless abyss of blackness below.
Third, the sound. Somewhere far off in the distance, a muffled roar rang loudly. And the sound did not cease, one loud roar after the never failed to proceed. The sounds though were unclear, as though he was on the edge of consciousness, or behind closed doors.
And lastly, the control. Immediately his arms and legs were pushing him forward, full force through the water. It was as if all along he had been trying to escape, in an effort that he didn't know he was attempting.
Breaking through the top of the water, he sucked in a deep breath, the smell of smoke staining the air. He knew that smell all too well.
Pulling himself out of the water, he observed that he had merely been in a pond, no larger than twenty feet wide. Looking around, he then noticed the trees, every last one of them fallen over, black and burned.
He needed no more to know where he had returned to. He had come back to the worst times in his life, in everyone's lives. A time where tears were always being spilled, and blood was always being shed. It was a time of war.
He laid himself down softly on the only patch of grass in sight. Opening his hand, he looked down at the small metal device he held, the creases and edges of it had left small indents on his palm. Relief washed through him. If he had managed to lose it, he wouldn't know what to do. Coming back was already a large enough risk, there was no need for any more confusion.
First, he would sleep. Second, he would go to her, against what his better judgement was telling him. Third, he would leave. And lastly, he would die. Not the ideal plan, by anyone's standards. But that's all he needed, all he wanted. If he could see her, he needed nothing more.
Closing his eyes, he quickly drifted off to sleep. Time traveling had never been so exhausting.
This chapter, I guess, is mainly foreshadowing. And my goodness, it looks so much shorter here than it did when I wrote it. So until I finally realize the size difference, I guess my chapters are going to be kind of short. SORRY. I'll try to work on it.
