"To Live Again"
Still and lone on the rusty plain,
Too short too short,
To live again.
Passing, passing,
A life in vain.
Too short, too short,
To live again.
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SHATTERING OF A BROKEN SOUL
CHAPTER SEVEN
The sun of Harleng peeked barely over the horizon. The new, dim light cast shadows over the land. Autumn colors breathed in the light and glinted gold. The sky transformed into a rainbow swirl of clouds, pink, and orange. Silence held a distant presence over the planet. The air was thick and muggy. Excelled ears could pick up the sound of static… The carnage had ended for now… What had most recently begun at 4:00am had ended with gruesome death around 6:00am… Rather quick for a battle…
She lay in a bloody heap, smothered in the silvery dust of the planet. Her once royal, golden robes now stained a rich, crimson red. Pain shot through her body in electric shocks. It engulfed her, and shook her body in seizures.
Her confused mind tried desperately to sort through its state of turmoil…
Why?
Oh, Why?
Why did I not listen?
…My instincts warned me, as did yours, Vegita Ou…
The woman grimaced as another wave of inexplicable hurt washed ashore…
Will I meet my end on the grounds of this pitiful wasteland? No! I mustn't! I have to live! I have a planet, a husband, a child! I want to live! I don't want to die! Oh, gods…! Help me! Someone… Please!
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The glistening heat raised the horrible odor of the dead carcasses that littered the once beautiful frontier. It was a familiar smell to the trained sense, for this was the stench of death itself…
The young woman was now slumped on the ground. She had arrived to the war front as the proud, proud Queen of a warrior race; the Saiyajins. She had come only to check on the status of things and how well the "purging" of Harleng was going. She had never intended to actually battle. What happened? What had reduced her to the dust?
:: They were already dead! Dead! All of them! Succeeded before I got here… Then…Ambush! Traitor! Darkness! Treachery! Treachery… ::
Her small, delicate lips, once timidly moist, were now chapped and burned from the hardship. They parted slightly, as if attempting to form words… trying to whisper or even murmur a little sound. Nothing came. Nothing. She wanted to cry, she wanted to let all her bottled emotions loose, but she didn't know how. She had never learned, or ever felt the need to. Now, she needed that skill more than ever.
The one other time when she had come close to feeling this much…emotion was when she gave birth to a single blessing. To a perfect, tiny, baby… it seemed like yesterday when that magnificent event took place. The small cry from the gift… How very loud he was! She thought of the toddler that the baby had grown into. He was indeed the image of his father… just like she had predicted when he first came into the world. Would she ever see him again? Those large, black, chilling eyes that tried desperately to take on a cute disposition… the unruly hair that defied the laws of gravity, (he had gotten that from his father)… the fiery will to succeed… (he had most definitely gotten that from her, she had decided)…. But then, where was her strong will now? Her thoughts stayed glued on the child she very much loved, although she didn't show it in earlier days…
::It is improper to even think of love or devotion.:: she thought bitterly.
Hah! Look where that had gotten her! Nowhere! What good did the laws of bidden royalty do now? She could think of her young one all she wanted! She might even think of the King! Just to spite that idea!
The lady was unaware of her glossy eyes, and soon tears flooded through their gates and spilled onto the dirt below.
Even if someone did find her, eventually, they would never know. She hadn't died in the original thought skirmish… They would undoubtedly suspect the Harlengans… Most definitely… How hopelessly wrong…
::Is this my end?::
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"To Live Again"
Still and lone on the rusty plain,
Too short too short,
To live again.
Passing, passing,
A life in vain.
Too short, too short,
To live again.
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