Title: Absolution
Author: MysticDragon
Rating: G
Genre: kinda angsty
Disclaimer: they ain't mine, darnit!
A/N: this is a response to a doxymom challenge to use the following words: Absolution, faith, and violet
Absolution was the only thing he wanted, the only thing that still eluded him. He was beginning to lose faith in ever finding it. He had left his friends, his only family, so many months ago in hopes of finding a calming to his turbulent soul. But all he had found so far was hatred and misunderstanding. No one was willing to trust him. Why should they? He was a hideous monster. Why would any one believe that he sought only to make amends for the terrible things he had done; for the terrible things his people had done?
'No,' he thought sadly, 'that isn't true. I had friends would believed me, friends who did not see me as a monster but as a part of their lives. I had their trust and their love and I disregarded it.'
He sat on the hill overlooking the small Wayist colony, watching the setting sun. The brilliant orange and violet colors soothed his soul.
'It is time to listen to what they tried to tell me for so long. I do not need the forgiveness of strangers for my past. I only need the love of my friends and to forgive myself. I need to go home.' He thought before rising and returning to his small hut to contact the Andromeda.
Author: MysticDragon
Rating: G
Genre: kinda angsty
Disclaimer: they ain't mine, darnit!
A/N: this is a response to a doxymom challenge to use the following words: Absolution, faith, and violet
Absolution was the only thing he wanted, the only thing that still eluded him. He was beginning to lose faith in ever finding it. He had left his friends, his only family, so many months ago in hopes of finding a calming to his turbulent soul. But all he had found so far was hatred and misunderstanding. No one was willing to trust him. Why should they? He was a hideous monster. Why would any one believe that he sought only to make amends for the terrible things he had done; for the terrible things his people had done?
'No,' he thought sadly, 'that isn't true. I had friends would believed me, friends who did not see me as a monster but as a part of their lives. I had their trust and their love and I disregarded it.'
He sat on the hill overlooking the small Wayist colony, watching the setting sun. The brilliant orange and violet colors soothed his soul.
'It is time to listen to what they tried to tell me for so long. I do not need the forgiveness of strangers for my past. I only need the love of my friends and to forgive myself. I need to go home.' He thought before rising and returning to his small hut to contact the Andromeda.