Slayers Resurrection
A.N. Hi again. How did you like last chapter. I was gonna put this with it, only I had such a dramatic end, and it was so LONG anyways. So here you go. Epilogue. I hope you like.
Just a note, this isn't from anyone's point of view. But you probably could have figured that out.
Epilogue
The morning, was it still morning, could it really be morning, of Christmas dawned with a usual yellow glow, and a soft snow. Like a million silver stars, the flakes descended onto earth, striking the ground in silence.
The heavens wept.
And, looking out the window in the deserted airport, a young woman wept as well.
She was not beautiful, no, nor would she ever be beautiful. She was far too different to be beautiful, but she was translucent, unearthly, in her own way. Soft tendrils of red hair curled down to where they had been vicious chopped off, near the base of her neck. Her mouth, small without its usual smile, twisted slightly, mocking fate and her position in it. A nose, proud and distinct, sprinkled with freckles, showed some of her innate determination. And her eyes, eyes too old for her scant sixteen years of age, defined her and all that she was.
Now they were sad.
For she was old, aged incredibly in the short day that she had spent as a new person. She had already faced death, death and the power to administer in it. She had breathed, smelt, tasted, heard and saw it, and like so many others, she had changed.
As she stared at the snow, a boy appeared behind her, a man really, her height, more sturdily built than she was. He put a hand on her shoulder, and she turned, a smile tugging at her lips. It didn't reach her eyes though, her eyes were still sorrowful. He smiled back at her, but his, like hers, was sad.
Death hadn't left those around her untouched, it seemed.
They moved away from the window, walking steadily toward the desk. There, a pretty, smiling brunette asked them for idea and money, handed them tickets. Like the others in the sparsely occupied airport, she assumed them to be brother and sister, and so they might well have been.
They could have been anyone.
The way to the gate was long and trying. Both had the mark of exhaustion on them, but his arm stayed around her shoulders, and she welcomed his support. They trudged, moving like they needed walkers, slowly, and said nothing to each other. There was nothing that either could think of to say. She, because she was ashamed, in the deepest part of her soul. He, because he feared her.
They paused when a voice called their names. She turned first, her head moving away from his, to see a ebony-haired girl running toward them. The child still bore the mark of youth, and her eyes sparkled with her life, only becoming serious when she reached the pair.
Only a few words passed between them. The redhead looked angry. The young man looked resigned. The child stuck out her jaw and looked determined.
Soon they continued, the dark haired coming with them. Now, they all walked alone, with no support from one another. All seemed to draw into themselves, looking alone despite their company of three.
Three's a crowd.
The plane was boarding. There were only two other people there, getting on. No one looked at eachother, and even though the three-some sat together, their eyes played evasive games of hide a seek. They were avoiding each other.
The plane lifted off, into a gray sky.
The heavens wept.
A.N. TADA!!!!!!!! And so Ends Part I of Slayers Resurrection. If you want part two, u gonna have to review. Kay? Kay. I don't care what you say. Tell me it sucks if you will. JUST TELL ME!!!! ANYTHING!!!
Credits
The Real Peoples: First to Scott: for lending me slayers . . all of slayers . . . happy face Then to Robin: for actually listening to me babble about my story for an entire bus ride and then reading it and stuff. Thanks. You go girl.
The FF.Net peoples: What can I say? Everyone who's reviewed has been just fabulous. Really. Thanks. Umm . . super-extra-special thanks to the first three peoples who reviewed me and to I like Angst and Illione. *dries eyes* Thank you peoples.
And that's it. Review for the next chapter, if you want it.
Toodles.
Divine Firefly.
A.N. Hi again. How did you like last chapter. I was gonna put this with it, only I had such a dramatic end, and it was so LONG anyways. So here you go. Epilogue. I hope you like.
Just a note, this isn't from anyone's point of view. But you probably could have figured that out.
Epilogue
The morning, was it still morning, could it really be morning, of Christmas dawned with a usual yellow glow, and a soft snow. Like a million silver stars, the flakes descended onto earth, striking the ground in silence.
The heavens wept.
And, looking out the window in the deserted airport, a young woman wept as well.
She was not beautiful, no, nor would she ever be beautiful. She was far too different to be beautiful, but she was translucent, unearthly, in her own way. Soft tendrils of red hair curled down to where they had been vicious chopped off, near the base of her neck. Her mouth, small without its usual smile, twisted slightly, mocking fate and her position in it. A nose, proud and distinct, sprinkled with freckles, showed some of her innate determination. And her eyes, eyes too old for her scant sixteen years of age, defined her and all that she was.
Now they were sad.
For she was old, aged incredibly in the short day that she had spent as a new person. She had already faced death, death and the power to administer in it. She had breathed, smelt, tasted, heard and saw it, and like so many others, she had changed.
As she stared at the snow, a boy appeared behind her, a man really, her height, more sturdily built than she was. He put a hand on her shoulder, and she turned, a smile tugging at her lips. It didn't reach her eyes though, her eyes were still sorrowful. He smiled back at her, but his, like hers, was sad.
Death hadn't left those around her untouched, it seemed.
They moved away from the window, walking steadily toward the desk. There, a pretty, smiling brunette asked them for idea and money, handed them tickets. Like the others in the sparsely occupied airport, she assumed them to be brother and sister, and so they might well have been.
They could have been anyone.
The way to the gate was long and trying. Both had the mark of exhaustion on them, but his arm stayed around her shoulders, and she welcomed his support. They trudged, moving like they needed walkers, slowly, and said nothing to each other. There was nothing that either could think of to say. She, because she was ashamed, in the deepest part of her soul. He, because he feared her.
They paused when a voice called their names. She turned first, her head moving away from his, to see a ebony-haired girl running toward them. The child still bore the mark of youth, and her eyes sparkled with her life, only becoming serious when she reached the pair.
Only a few words passed between them. The redhead looked angry. The young man looked resigned. The child stuck out her jaw and looked determined.
Soon they continued, the dark haired coming with them. Now, they all walked alone, with no support from one another. All seemed to draw into themselves, looking alone despite their company of three.
Three's a crowd.
The plane was boarding. There were only two other people there, getting on. No one looked at eachother, and even though the three-some sat together, their eyes played evasive games of hide a seek. They were avoiding each other.
The plane lifted off, into a gray sky.
The heavens wept.
A.N. TADA!!!!!!!! And so Ends Part I of Slayers Resurrection. If you want part two, u gonna have to review. Kay? Kay. I don't care what you say. Tell me it sucks if you will. JUST TELL ME!!!! ANYTHING!!!
Credits
The Real Peoples: First to Scott: for lending me slayers . . all of slayers . . . happy face Then to Robin: for actually listening to me babble about my story for an entire bus ride and then reading it and stuff. Thanks. You go girl.
The FF.Net peoples: What can I say? Everyone who's reviewed has been just fabulous. Really. Thanks. Umm . . super-extra-special thanks to the first three peoples who reviewed me and to I like Angst and Illione. *dries eyes* Thank you peoples.
And that's it. Review for the next chapter, if you want it.
Toodles.
Divine Firefly.