Thanks to a wonderful review I got today by, Charlotte Brandon, I feel compelled to stick it out and finish. Now as I am in college, my life is hectic and crazy and nutty, so I don't guarantee quick or lengthy updates. But GOD DAMN IT I will update! :D So to those of who have stuck with it, I'm back! I know I've said it before, but the story is almost over. I'm gonna do it this time. 3 You All! This chapter is very short. Just trying to get back into the swing of things. Enjoy!
Chapter 9
He Just Was
He could hear them now …. Voices calling his name. Calling to him, begging him, pleading with him. He ignored them. As the rain subsided he had felt an urge to move, to run, to do something. He was tired of this stagnant life, of the same endless misery. He was ready to go. He was ready to live. Call it psychotic, but he was ready for it.
He was honestly impressed by how well his body kept up with his mind. His legs pumped underneath him, sending him hurtling through dense woods and across poisoned streams. His magic was out of control, everywhere he went he trailed his magic alongside him, bringing growth to life, sucking in the poisons of the earth. Not even the unicorn's shield could keep up with him. He was done being powerless. He was done helping from the sidelines. He wanted this. He wanted to feel the poisons being sucked from the earth. He wanted to feel the life blossom around him. He wanted to feel the waves of the thanks suffocate his being as he died from the inside.
He just kept going. He wanted to fly. He wanted to sprout his black, tattered wings and fly. He wanted freedom. He wanted choice.
He was going crazy and he knew it. He didn't care. He was beyond caring, beyond emotions, beyond reasoning. He just was. He was the raw emotion, the power, the everything the earth could take from him or give to him.
He just was.
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She was lost. She was scared. She didn't know what to do anymore. The woods around her were silent. It was easy to see where he had gone, leaving the path of life and cleansing light behind him. But she couldn't keep up, none of them could. And it was just so quiet.
He could be right behind her and she would never know. Always quiet. Always brooding. Always thinking. She wanted him back. She wanted him here and now. She had lost him once and now she was afraid she was losing him again, but not to any war or evil villain, she was losing him to himself.
She was lost.
"Where is he?" Her voice was so meek, so naïve. She had no idea what they were looking for.
"We don't know, Ms. Granger."
"How will we find him …"
"We won't …"
"But –."
"Don't you get it, Ms. Granger?" The sharpness in the older women's words through her off, "don't you see?" The wet rolled down her cheeks, "he doesn't want to be found. He's done."
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And in that moment, black wings unfurled, the dark figure hurtled off the edge. Wind caught feathers, sunlight shown down on pail face. A content smile on his lips. And somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that she knew that his decision was made.
As he plummeted towards the rocky shore and water below, her heart was constricting in her chest. His eyes were closed in anticipation. The wind picked up and roared through their ears.
They were falling.
He had chosen.
He just was.
