8-set drabble series, different themes.
Thank you to my wonderful beta: Tamora Pierce Junior. Who's amazing. For real.
And please, I do something horrible in this chapter, please, please, please don't kill me...
Gone to Pittsburgh this long weekend (thanksgiving), so you wont hear from me for a little bit. I'll probably have the last one up within the end of the coming week though...
And please, do not kill me...
For those who don't know: A Forget-me-not is a five-petaled flower, it can be light pink and white but it's known commonly for its unique blue colour.
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In the 15th century Germany, it was supposed that the wearers of the flower would not be forgotten by their lovers.
Legend has it that in medieval times, a knight and his lady were walking along the side of a river. He picked a posy of flowers, but because of the weight of his armor he fell into the river. As he was drowning he threw the posy to his loved one and shouted "Forget-me-not". This is a flower connected with romance and tragic fate. It was often worn by ladies as a sign of faithfulness and enduring love.
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--BrOkEn HeArT--
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Like that glass vase, perched perilously on the edge of table, like the ceramic doll that falls out of the child's unsuspecting hand.
Like the sound of a cracking bone, shattered shards of pottery, broken figurines.
Like all that is fragile, things break.
And so do hearts.
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He didn't understand, it hurt so much, there was so much pain. Was he dying?
He was too young to die.
He was but a hatchling, new to the world, he had barely seen it, he hadn't had enough time with his Aly.
He couldn't... die.
Before, as a bird, dying had never been a big problem, it was part of life, it just --happened.
But now, he was human, whom wore their hearts on their sleeves, whom passed from mate to mate. And he had felt something wondrous, something life changing, these humans called it love.
For Aly, now Aly Crow, he liked how that sounded. And he loved her.
But he hadn't been with her enough.
He couldn't die.
He had fought alongside her, he hadn't expected it, but like a hawk, that blade of startling steel had flown low and fast towards him.
Catching him like it's prey, like a mouse in an open field.
He had never seen it coming, how strange.
No time to dive for a hole.
And then there was pain, so much pain...
Everything swam and he had fallen, the impact with the ground had hurt, he wasn't used to it, he usually landed so lightly.
But it hurt so much.
Was he dying?
Where was Aly? His mate, his soul, his life. His Aly?
Where was she?
Ah, he could see her now, she fought, so beautiful and deadly, knives darting in and out of her hand, twisting, parrying, cutting.
Moving like a blur, but he followed her every movement.
She was just the right speed for him.
Her eyes swept to him, they softened.
Yes, she had seen him, she would help him. She would make the pain end.
He saw a tear slip from her eyes, and then, then she turned away.
What? Why?
The pain increased, he wasn't sure if it was from the wound or from something else.
And then, all went black, all felt black.
He didn't, what had--
He wasn't human enough for this, water poured from his eyes, he didn't know what it was. He wasn't--
He--
He couldn't--
He didn't understand.
And then, he slept.
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Aly finally turned away from her battle, she couldn't afford to stop protecting Dove, she was her duty. Besides, Nawat was fine.
The battle had finally ended and she made her way to her beloved husband.
She stooped to find a flower, how strange, un-trampled by the battle, perfectly preserved. How strange.
It was blue, it reminded her of Nawat's innocence, his big loving eyes, so beautiful.
A Forget-me-not.
And then she gasped, air leaving her lungs, she crashed onto her knees beside him, she shook him.
"Nawat! Nawat!"
But there was no answer, tears cloaked unchecked down her cheeks, he wasn't coming back.
It was her fault, he wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her. She should have helped him before, she didn't realize he was badly hurt.
She had chosen Dove over him.
She pressed the flower into his cold hands, and closed them around it. Chocking on her racking sobs, she watched as her husband held the flower, face etched into a mask of pain. And the pain was all her fault.
She loved him more than anything. And he had died without knowing that.
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Things break all the time, and we weep tears for them, but eventually we forget them.
We move on,
After all, we can live without them.
And some people discuss, is a broken heart better than no heart at all?
But broken hearts stay forever, even in the land of the dead.
And they remain broken, because no matter how many times you move on, you never, ever forget.
And it hurts so much.
Things break, and sometimes, we break with them.
He had died a broken man.
No --Aly was what made him human, and he had died without her.
He had died a broken crow.
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Gone forever. Torn to pieces.
One misunderstanding.
One Forget-me-not.
One broken heart.
Never to mend again.
Yes, I killed off Nawat, and I broke his heart, I'm sorry. Please don't kill me.
Pretty long, eh? About a thousand...
Here you go.
Only one left!
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I'm proud to announce that this story has been so popular that I've decided to make a sequel.
The title will be: And Spring Will Come Again.
8 more drabbles. Your reviews make it happen. never stop, they are the fuel to my engine.
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xxTunstall Chickxx
10/10/08
