A/N: Think about it, if I were seriously Stephenie Meyer and if I seriously owned The Host, would I be on right now? I…was aware. I'll give you that.
I did hear them asking. I did hear their pleading. I didn't choose to answer.
Was that wrong?
My heart had been broken before, so I knew what to expect. What I didn't expect was just how horrifyingly powerful it was. Not only did my heart hurt. Every limb hurt.
It hurt to think. My Ian…My Ian was out there…trying to save me. Who knew how far he would go!? Who knew if he would be safe!?
Who knew if he would come back…?
The tears started spilling, once again. People started begging for me to say what hurt, but Mel and Jeb chased them off.
I was lying on the cot. I was on my side. Slowly, I placed my hand on the empty space beside me.
Yes. He would come back. Just as he promised. All I can do…is wait.
And as I waited…I dreamed.
My days were brighter.
I meant that, both mentally and physically. My life had a light; as tiny a light could be, it was still a light, right?
I spent all my time on my feet, never even bothering to fly (but I did keep my wings open). Ever since I learned how beautiful the ground was, I wandered and pondered.
I was frustrated with how people thought this was such a horrible place. Maybe they should open their own eyes before they judge.
The little place I found today was more red than it was yellow. The ground was still soft, but it was orange. Here was where the volcanoes bubbled. They occasionally erupted, but it's not like the molten lava could actually hurt us. We had to be incapacitated for that.
There was also lots of anemone here. More than usual. I randomly found myself leafing my fingers through the anemone. It didn't sting--it merely tickled. With the anemone's constantly moving, how would it feel like to lay on one? I was much too small to lie on one, though.
I sighed. When my eyes opened, I was shocked to find my problems solved. I was now facing rows and rows of anemone. It was the size of a football field! I didn't really need all the extra space because I was just a tad bit bigger than an average human. We all were.
I lay myself down slowly on the anemone. As soon as I was horizontal, I laughed. The anemone tickled me and I was highly ticklish! I laughed and laughed and managed to escape. However, in my escape I had rolled and fell to the ground.
Even on the floor I was laughing. It was such a strange feeling to laugh, for I had never laughed before. Nothing had amused me enough. It was so massively funny that the anemone was enough to amuse me-- that had me laughing even harder.
I was interrupted by a teasing, familiar voice, "Hey, you might wanna take it easy down there!"
I looked up to spot a familiar person wearing blue wings. He was so high up there, in that tree. "What're you doing up there? I thought you liked to stay on the ground!" I shouted.
"Hmm. I did say that," he said and after stroking his chin, he dropped gracefully to one knee in front of me. Wow. Even I couldn't land like that. When he stood up, his face was looking violet again.
"Umm, you're looking purple again. Should I be bothered?" I asked, while cocking my head.
"No, you shouldn't!" he yelled, facing away from me.
I was startled again, but this time in irritation. "Humph. Fine then."
And with that I walked off, briskly, past him. "Ah! Wait up, wait up!" he said and quickly managed to catch up. "I'm sorry for yelling again! Really, really sorry!"
I was horrible at keeping grudges. Being angry was bad enough and even that didn't last long. I smiled and said "I forgive you."
"So…were you just walking to get away from me or did you actually have some place in mind?" he said while raising his eyebrows.
"Well, since I guess I'm not walking to get away from you, it must be because I have a place in mind. So…yes?" It sounded like a question.
"Oh. Well, where to?" he asked.
"You'll see," I replied with a tiny smile.
I continued walking up the hill. The orange was fading away and changing into yellow again. There was a breeze in the air that ruffled my hair a bit. I wonder what had made things seem so…changed. I peeked to my right, to make sure he was still there. He was. I quickly looked forward again.
I was also wondering why I was asking such dim-witted questions. I already knew what the answer was. It was standing right next to me. It was also called Rivers Soothing.
Fear had shocked me awake. The dream had cut off, but I had managed to grasp a name.
Rivers Soothing.
For some reason, his name felt like a key.
A key that just might just tear me to shreds.
A/N: So we finally get a name! I want to know your thoughts! Who could this Rivers Soothing possibly be!? Is he evil or good!? Why isn't Ian showing up!? And WHAT is up with all these weird dreams!? Well, you'll find out. In time. Tell me thoughts; they really help me out!
p.s: In case you didn't know, blue and red make violet. Reason for his purpily cheeks.