"Stormtracer!"
Reo despretely tore through the the mourners, praying he there in time.
I've followed this far in search of
That
glimmering light...
"Hey, get back here!"
He ignored the demands for him to stop, His mate was in danger, and that was all that mattered.
Clasped in the hands of a
child,
Wandering the brink of time...
Then he saw it, a sight which made his blood freeze.
The funeral pyre was on fire.
"No!"
I have continued
searching for you,
Though I know not your name,
Because I
wanted to share
This feeling with you.
Stormtracer could see the flames greedily lick the wood around her.
Why didn't he come?
Time envelops both love and
pain,
Until they fade away...
She felt numb, which surprised her. She should be terrified, unable to think clearly.
Yet she wasn't.
She realized that she was in shock.
At least I'll die peacefully....
But I still remember
them
And always will.
Though I cannot remember when,
a
whisper began echoing
Deep within my heart,
Fainter than drop
of evening dew.
She slowly closed her eyes again, finally giving up. Death could have her now, she would have no regrets other then not living her life fully.
Strange....the warmth had gone.
She opened her eyes...
...and saw Reo. He was smiling and crying.
May this prayer I spin
Weave through
the darkness of the frozen stars
And reach the skies above you, so
far away.
"I missed you."