Disclaimer: G'damnit, I WISH I owned Dragon Knights. On a really, really, really kickass note, however, Book 19 officially comes out on my birthday!
Warnings: Oddness, as always. ...I wrote this during a PE lecture. n-n;
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Rath watched as, like before, his two friends walked along in front of him, their talk filtering back to his ears.
He wasn't paying them much attention.
His mind was elsewhere, drawing down the flashing lightning that was soaring through his thoughts.
Pleading with it for answers. For revelations, for explanations, for anything. For memories of her face. Of the dream that had previously plagued him, but that now seemed so distant.
The light flashed through the dim, the glare unexpectedly bouncing back and glossing over his eyes.
"...Stupid! This is just another brick you're adding to the wall you've built between yourself and the rest of..."
"...Thought you were a threat, Rath, I would have killed you just like any other..."
"...Techically, you did die. But I brought you back, so it doesn't..."
The electrical surges struck home, literally shocking him out of his revive.
The inane chatter of the boys before him wandered muffled upon the early air.
A small drop of black silver metal hung as a chain, a weight, a promise around his neck: A sharp lightning rod.
Rath shook his head, glaring at the ground.
What was going on?
The gray cement bore back solidly, unwilling to provide him with answers either true or false by winking into an alternative universe.
He shook his head again.
In the dead of the night, in the shifting mists... That was when one could see visions and apparitions. Under this morning sun, proof of the past rains seemed distant.
The girl...
"Cesia," his mind whispered, "Her name was, is, Cesia."
The girl... Was she real?
Of course she was. She was his half-forgotten friend from childhood. But was the figure from the previous night solid? No.
No...
A brush of natural wind touched his cheek, and Rath found himself shivering.
He didn't know anything anymore.
And yet her face still swam through his dusk-tainted vision. White-laced with fog, he tried to dredge up the detail. It was no longer of any use to ignore the signs. To remember would be to protect. To remember would be to halt the changes.
He felt his grip tighten upon a plee for an unwavering world.
"...Are you hiding something from..."
Phrases poured through, but it was her face he wanted to see.
Not that he wanted to see her, he mentally emphasized, But that she was the one solid picture avalible. Not that he missed her eyes, but that she would be a start to putting together the confusion. He remembered her. His sight was blurred, however.
Where the images used to flow unwillingly fast, there was naught but a wall of thin ice.
Rath paused, then tentatively reached out with his mind's eye and brushed invisible fingers against it, feeling for a weakness.
A scream tore across his dreamscape, a rush of musty cloaks and ash and drying touch and endless hallways and a faint crowd of figures vanishing into the sky.
A low laugh echoed almost tangibly in the eerie void, and the boy recoiled, mind and body numbed with a deep chilling unnamed fear.
The shock tore Rath from his metallic cage, breaking the self implanted defenses. Crimson-tinged eyes blinked open, his pupils mere shards in the distance.
His breath caught in his throat.
A sharply towering black castle stood before him, pointing menacingly to a bloody sky.
He felt his body tense, and felt the pull of wires as the deadly clarity of the vision retreated back into a silver oppression.
Mists swirled.
And when the laden fogs settled, the phantasm had slid away, and he found his anxious gaze darting over a small cluster of beige buildings and poorly cultivated grass.
Rath paused.
He had arrived at school.
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Hououza: As before, I like your explanation the best... And after you sent that review, I actually had to sit down and think this plot through. :sweatdrop: I'm a horrible planner, but your pointing out that there were two basic ways this could go forced me to get a rough timeline down on paper. Some where. ...I'm a horrid organizer, as well. :bigger sweatdrop: As always, thanks for the luck and wishes!
Capella: In this fic? Only to Rath. Although I've got little mental versions for just about all the other main characters. They're pretty much all the same, with some minor focus differences(ie: Lykouleon's looks more at Raseleane and the Officers and knowledge of a "Draqueen" and that sort of thing...). XD That sounds like a -great- video... :SARCASM: We watched this one in bio about Cane Toads. It was great... :giggles: There was this old man who prattled on about how they were "lovely, lovely creatures" when mating... :cracks up:
Peophin-chan: "Ohohoho" always reminds me of... Aska? I can't remember how to spell her name... That young princess person from Rayearth. n-n; Oh! I hope your performance went well!
Charna:is hot in the airless room: Gaaaah... I want a blizzard... :cries:
Peridot-chan:munching contentedly on biscuit: I love Plot Bunnies, don't you? n-n And I still say you really should lock me in a room. I'd actually appreciate that... :nods: Of course they do! They both have... Uh... A "f" in them... :shifty eyes:
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:pleased, for she has finally blocked out the end:
So, uh... Review... And stuff... Yeah. :sweatdrop: