Heck, I know, this last thing I should do is to write something new. But it was a plot bunny, ok? I couldn't think with it bouncing around. Hope you enjoy.
To be resting in peace.
That was all he ever wanted. But wait. He was a he? Or was he a she?
He or she frowned, trying to remember. Maybe he or she was an it. That would be the easiest thing, it decided, and plodded on, moving despite itself. It was stirred from its rest by an insistent, forceful call—something it couldn't resist. The sound was deep inside it, immersed into every fibre of its being, compelling it to obey.
The force carried it to the very gates of Life, and it shrank back. It couldn't go through here; it was against its very nature. Besides, it wasn't supposed to be able to go—
Something like an invisible hand pushed it from behind, and it glanced around, confused and stumbling. Around it were hundreds of similar its, all being prodded along, and with a mighty shove it was thrust forward, pass the gate, and out in the sunlight.
It staggered and opened its decaying mouth to scream in agony, but no noise came out. It choked, fell, and then it was promptly hauled upright again. It felt a sudden surge of energy as it moved, unconsciously, towards the shadows of a forest, and felt instant relief as soon as the darkness shaded it from the fierce sun. For moments—it didn't know how long—it remained there with a host of other confused its. And then, it felt that powerful hand again, and then they were back in the open, all charging forwards...
Vaguely it saw dim shapes in the mist, and it realized it was night. Trying to fight an urge for the Life in front of it, it stopped. But that force pushed him on...
It dimly glimpsed a tall, blurred figure right in front, swinging an object down on it, and it couldn't understand why. Why was everybody trying to hurt it?
Then the thing bit into its arm, and it howled silently in anguish. White-hot fire ran up and down the wound, and then it felt another slash at its ribs. It dropped to the ground, jaws hanging open. Above the pain, the noises of the fight, and the chaos came a new sound. A pure, innocent sound that resonated through its being, one that was both great and terrible at the same time.
A sweet, clear note hung in the air, and it felt the pain dull even as it struggled back to its feet. It was aware of a certain light- headedness, and then it heard a deeper, mellow, more commanding tone, and it felt itself rushing back to the gate, slipping away gratefully. It could still hear the echo in Death, and it relaxed.
For it was at peace at last. At peace, until the next unrelenting call for Life came again.