I, Moondance Chapter 6
By: Saphirerose
Author's note Finally I got the next chapter out.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tallo POV
I awoke and looked to the gray light of false dawn. No amount of turning could remove the glare from my eyes. My first thought was why was the light in my room. I always woke up before dawn but the only window I have faces away from the dawn and towards the sunset. Also now that I thought about it the bed was much too comfortable to be mine. My father was a firm believer that any luxury would corrupt a person and lead them away from God. My mother was the only one who was allowed any comfort and that was maybe new cloth bought from the town store for a Church dress.
Hardship was what my village strived for. To them it was the fastest way to get to heaven. This idea never made sense to me. Why shouldn't people enjoy the world around them? Finally I drew the quilt away from my shoulders and for the first time I felt the cut on my wrist and the bandages that wrapped it.
I stared at it in fascination and realized my banishment, John death, my attempt at suicide, the herald and the silver haired man, wasn't a dream like I had hoped. It was true, all of it. Just another thing to make me an embarrassment to my family not being the perfect son, John and now going against two of the churches firmest rules. One rule against suicide and the second for murder. Truly I deserved the hatred of my village.
I fingered the bandage around my wrist feeling the burn that came with it. I may have not tried to cut my wrist before but I knew that it was much too healed for it to have healed itself. Frustrated that I was still alive and unable to pay for the death of John, I yanked the bandage away from the skin and felt some satisfaction at the blood that welled up from the wound. I watched as the blood slowly dripped down my arm.
I didn't even hear when the door opened and someone scrambled to the side of the bed. I almost didn't even register when a pale hand gripped my arm and drew it away from my view. Blankly I turned and faced the intruder and saw the head of silver hair obscuring my view of my arm. I heard something muttered in a strange language as energy ran across my arm, healing the wound only enough to stop the bleeding. From the stand next to the bed he drew fresh bandages and quickly rewrapped my arm.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ POV Starwind
'Damn it' I cursed silently. Why did I leave him alone? I should have realized even though he woke up for a while before he would still be disoriented. Obviously he was still depressed since he ripped the wound open again and undid all my hard work. At least I caught him before he collapsed form blood lost. I glanced up and winced at the dead, glassy brown eyes that looked back at me. I watched him for a moment. He didn't move or seem to register anything even though his arm had to be in incredible pain. All he did was stare at his wrist as though it was the most interesting thing in the world. I grimaced and look toward the bandage once more. Good the bleeding had now stopped and there was no more risk to Tallo's life unless you counted Tallo himself.
By: Saphirerose
Author's note Finally I got the next chapter out.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tallo POV
I awoke and looked to the gray light of false dawn. No amount of turning could remove the glare from my eyes. My first thought was why was the light in my room. I always woke up before dawn but the only window I have faces away from the dawn and towards the sunset. Also now that I thought about it the bed was much too comfortable to be mine. My father was a firm believer that any luxury would corrupt a person and lead them away from God. My mother was the only one who was allowed any comfort and that was maybe new cloth bought from the town store for a Church dress.
Hardship was what my village strived for. To them it was the fastest way to get to heaven. This idea never made sense to me. Why shouldn't people enjoy the world around them? Finally I drew the quilt away from my shoulders and for the first time I felt the cut on my wrist and the bandages that wrapped it.
I stared at it in fascination and realized my banishment, John death, my attempt at suicide, the herald and the silver haired man, wasn't a dream like I had hoped. It was true, all of it. Just another thing to make me an embarrassment to my family not being the perfect son, John and now going against two of the churches firmest rules. One rule against suicide and the second for murder. Truly I deserved the hatred of my village.
I fingered the bandage around my wrist feeling the burn that came with it. I may have not tried to cut my wrist before but I knew that it was much too healed for it to have healed itself. Frustrated that I was still alive and unable to pay for the death of John, I yanked the bandage away from the skin and felt some satisfaction at the blood that welled up from the wound. I watched as the blood slowly dripped down my arm.
I didn't even hear when the door opened and someone scrambled to the side of the bed. I almost didn't even register when a pale hand gripped my arm and drew it away from my view. Blankly I turned and faced the intruder and saw the head of silver hair obscuring my view of my arm. I heard something muttered in a strange language as energy ran across my arm, healing the wound only enough to stop the bleeding. From the stand next to the bed he drew fresh bandages and quickly rewrapped my arm.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ POV Starwind
'Damn it' I cursed silently. Why did I leave him alone? I should have realized even though he woke up for a while before he would still be disoriented. Obviously he was still depressed since he ripped the wound open again and undid all my hard work. At least I caught him before he collapsed form blood lost. I glanced up and winced at the dead, glassy brown eyes that looked back at me. I watched him for a moment. He didn't move or seem to register anything even though his arm had to be in incredible pain. All he did was stare at his wrist as though it was the most interesting thing in the world. I grimaced and look toward the bandage once more. Good the bleeding had now stopped and there was no more risk to Tallo's life unless you counted Tallo himself.