Awakening
He opened his eyes.
He opened his eyes, only to be blinded by the light.
Everything was so clear. Sharp and defined like never before.
Sometimes while he burned, the blizzard had ended, leaving the world covered in a dazzling rainbow of colors under the rays of the sun. It glistened and sparkled like a priceless gem belonging to an Empress.
He stood, faster than intended, rising from the snow that had covered him while he lay in a shower of beautiful shimmer, turning in a circle in awe, inhaling deeply the smell of freshly fallen snow and the scent of the forest.
He listened to the sound of life surrounding him from all directions, the squirrel jumping from branch to branch, the woodpecker drumming into a tree with his beak, two ferrets playing in the snow.
For a single, long, glorious moment, he thought he was in Heaven, that he had died and been allowed to join the Saints and the Angels at the feet of God himself.
And then the burning returned, that accursed dry, scorching ache in his throat.
His hands flew up to clutch at it, the skin feeling strange beneath his fingers, both too smooth and too soft, but somehow still hard as stone.
He feels the first thrills of growing panic because this wasn't right. It couldn't be right. Surely Heaven shouldn't have pain?
Was this nothing but an illusion created by the Devil after all? This enchanting beauty, unlike anything he had seen or imagined before? Were the Gates to the Kingdom of God closed to him forever, leaving him to be tormented with visions of something he would never have deep within the pits of Hell?
His voice raises in keening protest, sounding unnatural and wrong.
What unforgivable sin did he commit to deserve such a fate?
I don't own Twilight.