A/N: I'm so glad that you people like this story. This is the first long fic that I'm about to finish. Expect a epilogue. Thank you all for your kind reviews, I dedicate this to my fans.
Wish
Chapter 17: Death
I once made a vow to my country that I would die for Zaibach on the battlefield. I thought, if I died, I'd bring Sara down with me. But our attitudes have changed. We are more like one now more than ever. I guess that's what pain does to people; unites them in their grief.
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The white light had no negative effect on Sara's body, maybe she was too far gone to get any worse. But she had no idea just what 'worse' was yet.
The light deposited her in a large, round dome of a room. It was dark, illuminated by a glowing mechanical sphere on one side. In the middle, like a magnificent centerpiece, was the life-like creature in the center. The only visible and human looking part was far at the top, the head of Dornkirk. Sara looked around her to see what she had hoped she'd see first, but instead this monstrosity had blocked her vision.
"Folken." She mouthed, seeing the back of her love. She could barely breath hard enough to say his name. It was the girl beside him that pointed her out.
"There! The light went there." She ran over to Sara, recognizing her immediately, but not hesitating to help her stand. Folken came up behind her. She saw his eyes first, those steel gray eyes that bore into her soul itself. He knew her soul, he loved her kindness, and he knew the deepest secrets about her. He smiled a small smile.
"I came to see you." She managed. Folken nodded, understanding. He took her arm, supporting her and Hitomi let her go. Her light frame held within his strong arms was so comforting, if only she could stay here forever. Forever in his embrace.
"I'm doing this for you." He said. She looked at him, the smile fading from her face in confusion. He stood back from her, her body slightly slouching barely able to support itself. And then, like nothing either she nor Colubra had ever seen before, two billowing wings exploded from his back. Like two black sails billowed out by the wind they extended. Awestruck, Sara just stared at him, her angel. He took a step back, did one giant flap and swept upwards. What happened next would be etched in her mind forever.
As the scene before her unfolded, she noticed a vision, another story, take place on the large circular screen. Fighting, like in a battlefield, no, it was a battlefield. He was doing this for her, and to stop the fighting. He thought what he was doing would solve all the problems. She couldn't breathe. She tried screaming his name, somehow knowing the fatal consequences of his actions. She never made a sound as she watched terrified, unable to do anything. To her, Hitomi didn't even exist, nor the room, nor Dornkirk. Only Folken.
She stumbled forward, trying to run to him, to catch him. He was too far, out of her reach. He fell.
She stared down at the two ebony wings, a few feathers floating around her. She grasped one in her hand subconsciously. The body, it was…just that. A body, no Folken. He had gone.
She dared not say the words in her head unless maybe she would make them come true. Though she knew they already were.
Hitomi knelt beside her, she could see tears on the younger girls face. Compassion, even in her own time of need, enveloped Sara and she gained her breath back to speak.
"It will all be alright." She said. Not even listening to the words she was speaking.
They both turned to the screen when a bright light flashed across the screen.
"The battle, I have to stop Van…" Sara looked at the girl, hate, pain, compassion, there was no room in her head to organize her thoughts.
"We will go to Van." Sara said. Or was it Colubra. Neither of the entities knew.
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The battlefield was cold. She heard the loudness of the fighting guymelefs. The black skies overhead told of the use of the mass-destruction bomb. Sara might've helped Zaibach create one, or maybe guns. Either way, losses on both sides due to the bomb was catastrophic. War and death - practically synonyms.
She noticed below her four interesting guymelefs. She knew who they were, not from their pattern, but what she felt inside.
Allen Shezar, Von Fanel, Dilandau Albatou, and Jajuka.
"They shouldn't be fighting. Why can't they just stop fighting?" Hitomi cried.
"Because they don't want to." Colubra answered, not even sure where she got her answer. "Allen Shezar is protecting Dilandau by fighting Van. Jajuka, what are you doing?" She mumbled to herself. Worried for both of them. She had family, she had a love, she hated that they were fighting. She saw Van get the upper hand of Allen. She began to pray.
'I wish Dilandau will be alright.' Before she could finish she saw the blow. The long, arced swoop of Van's sword, it was aimed straight at Dilandau's heart. But then, then something happened. In a blur a guymelef came forward and took the blow.
Colubra felt that familiar ripping at her chest.
She was alone.
Jajuka.
Jajuka.
Jajuka.
My brother.
She turned her head to look at Hitomi, who stood, stunned before her. Colubra didn't remember how she had gotten to her knees and her face in the mud.
"Why does it hurt so much?" She managed, the tears spilling over her cheeks like rivers. She didn't try to stop them. She didn't sob, just cry.
Hitomi said something, or did she run away? Colubra didn't remember.
Alone.
She grabbed the ground, the wet muddy ground. She tried to get her angry out on the ground, but it was soft, and didn't resist. She grabbed the next nearest thing in her frustration. Her feet. Her boot. She dug her fingers into her ankles, now sobbing, trying to replace her pain with physical. She felt a sharp point stab her.
Her trusty dagger.
She lifted out the thing metal weapon from its sheath. Now careful and calm. She didn't hear, she didn't feel anything around her. She stared at its point, now a dark red colour. She looked at the knife as if it was a precious child, not wanting to hurt it.
She grasped the hilt with both hands, it would hurt for a while, but then it'd all be over. The thought of the pain ending brought a smile to her face.
***
Dilandau stumbled from the cockpit. Jajuka had sacrificed himself for him. He fell to the ground, exhausted. 'Colubra' he thought as he felt a mild pain in his stomach. He easily ignored it with all his other injuries. Then it became intense, so hard that he doubled over from the pain, he lifted he hands from the wound to find blood on them. He thought he had been injured, this much blood loss could be fatal, but when he lifted his shirt to clog the cut, nothing was there. He stared at the blood on his hands and repeated - 'Colubra!'
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He face was half-covered in mud, he head resting on the ground. She knew who she was, she still felt the pain. Why hadn't it killed her? Why wasn't she dead? Was she still dying? No. She was alive. She saw the dagger before her, the mud and blood mixed together in a pool around her body.
A second chance.
***
Celena looked up, she had felt her death. She had felt that girls death. And she had changed back. No, she had changed? Celena looked around, confused. Where was she? She saw her brother, Allen, he turned to her, his blonde hair matted and dirty, his clothes wrinkled and blood seeping through at various spots.
"Celena!" he yelled and they ran to each other and embraced. Van and Hitomi watched happily from behind.
Colubra just stared at the scene below her.
Oh ya….cool ending, eh? Well review, tell me what you think. Like I said. Epilogue coming, but I'm very proud of what I have so far so might leave you hanging for a bit. Tell your friends *nudge* *nudge* *wink* *wink* so I can get lotsa reviews! *grins evilly* what can I say, I don't know if its good unless I get feed back right? ^ ^
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