March 7, 2014
My Life Would Suck Without You—Kelly Clarkson (3:33)
The Last Herald Mage
Vanyel
Vanyel slid the bolt home and ignored Yfandes calls for him to come back. His head was far too quiet even with her screaming. 'Lendel wasn't there anymore. Where was he? 'Lendel had been filling his head since nearly the moment they'd met. And now there wasn't any 'Lendel in his head anymore. He found it far too confusing to deal with.
They said that 'Lendel was dead. A part of him believed them. But the rest knew that his beloved wasn't dead. 'Lendel had been far too alive to just…die.
Vanyel cast his eyes around the chapel wondering why he was there again. He was so confused. Nothing made sense anymore. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. His eyes caught on the casket at the front of the large room. Who had died? Vanyel shivered. He should know but he didn't want to.
Slow, unsure, halting steps brought him to the casket against his will. He looked down into that beloved face and his breath hitched. "'Lendel," he breathed. "Wake up." 'Lendel was sleeping the silly man. There were things to be done and Vanyel was cold. He wanted 'Lendel's arms around him. "'Lendel."
But Tylendel didn't stir. Didn't open his eyes and gift his lover with that sleepy smile. Didn't move. Didn't breathe. Didn't live.
Vanyel's breath came out in gasping sobs. They weren't lying to him. His love, his heart was gone forever. How was he supposed to go on without him? What was he supposed to do now? "'Lendel…you promised me. You said you'd never leave me. Why can't I go with you? Take me too. Jays said that…thought that he'd rather you were alive. I couldn't tell him that I wished the same. I really do. Why did you have to go? You're better than me. More important than me." Vanyel leaned forward as though he could breathe life back into his lover. "'Lendel," he sobbed.
Again Tylendel didn't answer. The candlelight glinted off of something metal in Tylendel's hands and Vanyel leaned over to investigate it. A sword. They were going to bury his lover holding a sword.
Vanyel had a better use for that sword though. He leaned over again and placed a tender kiss on his lover's cold lips. "I'll be with you soon, love," he whispered and pulled the sword from its sheath. Giving Tylendel's body one last, longing look he slashed the sword across his wrists.
He thought he heard a crash and screaming but he paid it no attention. "'Lendel," he breathed out and let the darkness take him away.
