AN: Another piece I wrote during break. So forgive any mistake. This is a part from a story I wrote but can be viewed as a one shot character's POV. It's just a drabble and there's nothing detailing about what really happened. Inspired by the 'Foot Print' biblical poem though has nothing in relation to it. Just something I thought of, nothing special.

Summary: After the long journey ends, the future of the world is being negotiate by the gods, causing the priest and his ward to seperate. One left to slumber in a coma (like Nataku) while the other vanished without a trace.


Foot prints

I'm standing in a sanded desert of dunes, watching as the image of my life are being projected in the sky from beginning to present. I feel vacant inside, more so than I've ever imagine. As I observe the flashing visions, I begun to wonder how I made it this far and if it was really my own strength that pulled me through all these years. I found my answer shortly as I look behind me and saw two sets of foot prints, one being the shape of my own feet and the other belonging to you. A tear escape my eye despite my restrain to not cry.

Why torture me this way, why not just let me die like I deserve to. But then, I knew why. It was because I did not want to give up, not when I've finally set myself free from my life long imprisonment. My greatest most painful regret is to know that I can only be close to you in this daze state I have fallen into. It's ironic isn't it…that I've finally awaken to my sense only to have plunge straight into a slumber.

I am aware of where I am, I know it's not real. I could hear the voices over me calling me to wake up but I can't, Iwon't lose you again. If it is only in this condition that I can make up for our lost years, if it is only through this that I can relish in your sight then I will sleep eternally.

The pictures in the sky cannot make a sound or talk to me, how I long to touch you skin to skin. I lift my hand up in the air, tracing your innocent face from where I stand and only grasping emptiness. My heart is twisting inside, I could feel myself grow desperate, wanting you to emerge from those imageries.

My requiem seems to go on unheard and as I drop down on my knees, I notice that our set of foot prints did not go on parallel. Mine had stopped short where I now kneeled, while yours kept going beyond the horizon. Where have you gone…I can't hear your voice calling me anymore. I guess this is your punishment for me though I don't blame you, I wonder if it will go on forever.

Hear my voice, lead me to where you are…

And I will give you my word that the sun will not scorch you anymore but warm you from the falling snow you hate so much.