hey you guys, here it is the final chapter. I hope you guys like it, and i hope you like the story as a whole. Being that thi is one of my first attempts at fanfiction. I guess, lets get on with the ficcy then.. I now give to you, the conclusion of Ice Blue Moon...
Ice Blue Moon
The sun's rays entered the room and fell on Gourry's face, but he was already awake. He lay on his side turned towards the window… away from her. He knew she was gone. He could sense it somewhere in his subconscious as he slept. But to feel her cold skin, and see her cold lips was more than enough to destroy whatever hope had been left in his mind. All he could do was roll over and try to escape the obvious, try to hide from the truth.
He watched as little particles danced in the light, reached up to touch one. They all scattered and his arms returned to his side. His body felt heavy, his chest felt pained, and he struggled to continue breathing. Tears threatened to take over him, to take over his emotions, his thinking, but he wouldn't allow that…he couldn't. He stood and walked over the middle of the room, and slowly dressed. Every move he made sent his mind into a wave of hurt, and despair. He glanced at his sword, and thought for a second on taking his own life… but just how could he? Lina wouldn't allow that… no, Lina wouldn't have wanted that.
… His Lina. He turned and looked at her. The tears threatened all over again as he walked over to her, and sat down beside her. Taking her tiny frame in his arms, he lifted her up off the floor and laid her on the bed that was across the room. He pulled back the sheet and rolled slide her underneath them. She felt and looked so cold. He almost couldn't believe that it was Lina… his Lina lying there. He sat beside and looked down at her. Her skin was an icey blue and her hair was still that wondrous shade of red he adored so much. Her lips were a shade of blue, almost purple. And on her cheek laid a single tear. He reached down and brushed it away, only for another to appear. He brushed that away also, but another and then another followed it. Then his vision blurred and his face became hot. The last thing he remembered seeing was that blurry red of her hair.
He woke up some time later in the snow on top of a small hill. His face hurt from crying and his body ached from running. The sun was high in the sky, and it was noon, lunchtime. His stomach growled and pain attacked his body but he didn't care. He rolled over and sat up in the ice and looked down to the other side of the hill. The sun was high on a small town, bustling with people, going about their every day lives. The sun's rays warmed them and carried the sounds of them to him. He heard children laughing, dogs barking and women singing. Men were cheering and cats were meowing. His face softened for a minute, as he watched the people scramble to and fro. It reminded him of home… of his home. It reminded him of the towns he saw with Lina. It reminded him, of Lina's life. Busy, bright and full of life and happiness.
He sat on top of the hill, and looked down at the people, and the more he watched the more he though of his Lina. She should be up and about just like the people down there, she should be awake, and she should be alive. Don't they know that she's dead! How can they just run around and laugh and giggle as if she never existed! How can they move on with their lives as if everything is okay!
He fought back the tears and the urge to scream at the people. He looked down at the snow beside him, and then started to dig. He dug the snow until his fingers were numb. He pulled at the soil and weeds until his fingernails cracked and bled. He pulled and tugged and pulled and scraped, until a hole was dug, large enough for her body.
He then sat back, and looked up at the sky. The sun was setting… and he'd been digging the whole afternoon…the whole evening. His stomach growled but he barely even noticed it. His arms were sore and his legs pleaded with him to rest but he just ignored them. He slowly walked back to the cabin, to retrieve her body. When he came back, he didn't notice that the fire was out, or that the entire place was in disarray. He didn't care that all his things were thrown about on the floor, or that her things were a well. All he cared about was getting Lina.
He walked over to the bed, and pulled the sheets back slowly. She was still naked and he needed to dress her properly. He looked around the room, but alas he saw nothing that wasn't dirty or torn to place her in. He walked into the tiny bedroom that was beside the kitchen and opened the dresser. Nothing. He walked to the closet and slammed the doors open. Nothing. Everywhere he looked he saw nothing and it angered him viciously. He knocked over the dresser in a fit of rage only to find an emerald dress behind it. He lifted the small dress, and admired it the almost dark room. It was the right size for a small teenager, and miraculously… the right size for his Lina. He returned to the room, and quickly dressed her in the tiny gown.
He found no shoes in the room, so left her tiny feet bare. Before leaving again, he wrapped his cloak around her arms and pulled her close to his chest. Carrying her gently, he walked over to the burial site, and knelt beside it.
Lina,…I'm sorry that I couldn't get you a coffin. I know you would have liked a really shiny gold one. I would have made on for you, but I chopped up the tree and used it as the firewood… remember? I'm laying you on this hill, so that you can watch over the people…and because this place… it really reminds me of you. I'm going to lay you down now, okay? I won't leave you Lina… I'll…I'll stay right here with you. I promise. I'm… I'm not afraid…and neither are you. I love you, Lina.
He laid the small girl inside the ground and covered her with the dirt that lay beside the hole. As the last ray of sunshine faded, the last grains of dirt were placed upon her grave. He stood and walked to the cabin and returned with two swords. He took her sword and engraved her name on the handle with his own. He then, stuck her sword into the ground a foot or so from where her head laid. This was the universal marking of a grave. Everyone would know that here I where she lay.
He laid his sword across her grave and prayed to L-Sama for her journey. He knew he couldn't leave her like that… nor would he. So he sat beside her grave, in the snow. The ice blue moon shown its face again, as rare as it was, for the second night. And as Gourry sat beneath it, he felt his strength slowly drift away as the cold devoured his life.
The next morning, Zegaldis and Amelia arrived at the cabin on the mountain. They searched the rooms searched high and low for their friends but they were nowhere to be found. They almost gave up until a small ray of silver was reflected onto their faces. They turned and saw the makeshift grave, and Gourry kneeling next to it. Amelia turned her head, to cry, and Zegaldis began to dig a grave for Gourry beside Lina's. Gourry had died that night… from hypothermia, Zegaldis concluded. Amelia believe in her heart that it was from a broken heart. But as they laid him in his grave beside hers, and as the tears fell from their faces, they both knew that wherever they were, they were together again, just as they had always been.
There we have it, the conclusion of this story. For me it was a very sad and heartbreaking tale. I hope you all enjoyed it. I really didn't like it, but then gain, what artit really does love their work? Well, review and give me ideas on how to make my next stories better okie! Hope to be writing soon, goodbye
