Forbidden Chains
By: rainjewel
A/N: This is a very short chapter, but one of the most important! I hope you guys like this so far, since it is a very roughly written tale. Oh well, we all have to start somewhere! ~_*
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Chid felt himself standing on some hard surface. The smell of dirt and foliage kissed his nose, and a fresh wind blew across his face. He opened his eyes. He was back on the cliff where the dragon had come. He looked for Akaro. She was nowhere to be found. He reached for his sword, but stopped when he noticed that his left arm wasn't broken. It didn't matter however—his sword was gone. He now felt the unaccustomed lightness of the missing blade.
He looked down the cliff. A tall, blonde, fair-skinned woman in a billowing dress was standing on the far side of the ledge. She began to walk towards him, but it appeared as if she was gliding. As she drew closer, her features were becoming clear. Mother, he thought. Chid opened his mouth to yell to her, but he couldn't make a sound. He went to run to her, but miraculously, she was right in front of him. Oh, how he wanted to tell her how much he loved her, how much he missed her, but he couldn't talk. He felt tears burn down his cheeks. He fell to his knees and put his head in his hands, ashamed that he couldn't talk to his own mother. She knelt down in front of him and took his hands away from his face, then wiped his tears away with her gloved hands. She drew him close to her body and held him. He could feel the love radiating from her. It soothed him and he stopped crying. He stood up, and she rose with him, her arms still enclosing him in a protective embrace.
A branch brushed his head. He looked around his surroundings. He and his mother were standing in the middle of the rich forests of Fanelia. He looked at his mother's face in disbelief. She looked like she was fading, and her facial features were beginning to disappear. Her eyelashes were thinning; her mouth had no color. Mother, Mother, what's wrong? he thought. The tears began to flow again, but this time he wasn't ashamed. He was more terrified then he had ever been in his life. She turned Chid around, still keeping her ghostly hands on his shoulders. Thankfully, he could still feel the small weight of her fingers.
A small woman was standing in between two trees. She had long greenish-black hair and blood red eyes. She had two red dots on her forehead. Varie, a shapeless voice whispered into his mind. Chid didn't want to meet this woman. He wanted to be with his mother. He turned his head and started to pull his body around to look at his mother, but he sensed that he should look back at Varie. Chid swung his head back around.
A tall young man was standing next to her now, dwarfing her in his height. He had the same color eyes, but his hair was aqua colored and had a shaggy, floppy look to it. He smiled affably. The voice whispered the man's name in Chid's mind, but it wasn't necessary. It was a name that he'd never forget. Folken Lacour de Fanel, he affirmed. He knew that he should have felt the knot of bitterness that usually came with Folken's memory, but it didn't come. Just immense happiness shimmered in the air that the two newcomers stood in.
His mother slowly pushed Chid in the direction of Folken and Varie. She walked behind him, her slender, gloved hands still resting on his shoulders. Varie was suddenly right in front of Chid, though it seemed that she had only taken a small step in his direction. Folken was right beside her. The woman reached out and gently clasped his hand. He felt his mother's presence leave him. Her hands weren't on his shoulders anymore. He felt panic rising in him the minute he sensed her leaving, but he couldn't move. He knew that what was going to happen had too, and that it was going to be all right. It was a hollow comfort.
Varie and Folken stood on both sides of him. Simultaneously they leaned in and encased him in a warm, silken embrace. The minute they both came into contact with his skin large, pure white wings exploded from their backs, but yet their clothes remained in place. Strangely, fear didn't seize him although he could feel them coolly crushing him, suffocating him with their embrace, but the two had released him.
Silently, the suffocating sensation left him, leaving only a weak ebbing of numbness that rang throughout his body. Chid gasped sharply as a piercing pain swept through his body, its epicenter right between his shoulder blades. He fell towards Varie and Folken, spasms wracking his body. Folken caught him, at the shoulders. His hands seemed to initiate a cold, healing liquid to course through his veins. He felt Folken's hands travel to his waist and turn him around. Chid looked through the falling feather's and saw his mother standing beside a far away tree, waving, but she didn't have a face. He collapsed against Folken, and felt Varie wrap her small arms around his waist. Their combined touch healed his pained body, and a shower of white feathers filled his vision. He saw his mother slowly fade away into a soft, white nothingness.