(Keyi)
Fragments of futures where forgotten dreams became reality, forbidden love is made anyway, and shadows of violence stay just that shadows.
Or perhaps fire burning the ground, falcons in the sky, or ageless bloodshed and war reawakened.
So much, so much that could have been and so much of that that's terrible and awful. So many long forgotten dreams that could have changed the world and so much love that will never be.
I buried my face in the cobra king's shoulder as he carried me on his back to the place he called 'Wyvern's Nest.' He's talking lightly to me, probably trying to cheer me up but I'm not listening.
Too much.
I see children who will never be. I see fire taking over the ground. I see…ugh…. I am being to see why big brother was so hesitant to bring me here. Too many people. Too many awful futures that could have been. I had seen plenty of awful things that could have been with Akiro and Tris but this place takes the cake.
I want to go home.
"We're here."
I peeked over Salem's shoulder as we entered the place he called 'Wyvern's nest' and if I thought there were way too many people in one place before I was sadly mistaken. There were more people in Wyvern's Nest then I'd seen in my entire life before coming here. It was ridiculous.
A woman walked up to Salem and I ducked as low as I could without falling hoping that she wouldn't notice me, "Hello Salem." She said, "You seem to have a hitchhiker."
Drat.
Salem looked over his shoulder at me, "What're you hiding for, little wyvern? This is my Naga Rosalind. Rosalind this is Keyi."
I peeked over Salem's shoulder again, "Uh… Hi?"
Rosalind laughed a little, "Hello to you too but may I ask why you are hitching a ride on my mate's back?"
"He won't let me walk." I stated simply.
"And why ever not?"
"She twisted her ankle." Salem answered for me, "The doctor said she should stay off it for awhile."
"Shall we sit her down by the fire then?"
"Yeah, let's do that." I say, I'd do just about anything to get off this cobra's back right now.
The moment Salem set me down by the fire his mate dragged him up onto the dais for a dance. I thanked the gods for the moment of semi-aloneness.
I watched the fire dance its own dance, the entwining hues of reds, oranges, yellows, and blues. I watch and I think. I see not the future but the past. My past.
Chase hugs me close to him, his already tattered and burnt wings are tucked protectively around me and his left arm hangs limp, burnt and bloody, at his side. "Shh, Hope." He whispers, "It's over. It's alright."
I curled up into a ball burying my face in my knees as I tried to shake away the memory. I sobbed quietly into my knees hoping no one would notice. That was the day that Chase lost the use of his left arm and it was all my fault.
Someone put a hand on my shoulder, so much for being unnoticed, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." I tell him wiping my eyes with my sleeve hoping he would believe me but no, since nothing is going my way today he sits down right next to me.
"For some reason I don't believe you." The python man says, "What's wrong?"
"None of your business." I snapped at him.
"It might not be my business but sometimes talking helps."
I ignored him and stared back into the fire watching its dance. I buried my face in my knees again and started crying as the next person to cross my mind is my mother and the last thing she ever said to me.
"Stay away from me, monster!"
I cried and cried vaguely aware that the python had pulled me into his arms and I was sobbing into his shoulder.
"What happened?" Salem's far of voice asked.
"I don't know." The python answered, "She looked upset so I asked her if she was alright. She said she was fine and the next thing I know she's bawling."
That's about all of the conversation I heard. I just sat there crying my eyes out until I cried myself to sleep.