A/n: Bleugh! I really struggled to write this one. Yet again I'm not sure it went so well...I may need to rewrite it! .
...Oh yeah. On my edit of this, I struggle with the fact that I haven't read the BMT for a good few years... So I have a sentence: "He put his mind away from the poem". I have no idea what that's meant to mean. So I'm going to leave it in, because maybe it actually means something. :P
Akkarin – Gone but not forgotten.
By Puff the magic dragon567
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Summary: Even the bravest have fears.
It is said that when you are close to death you become delirious, that your mind becomes hysterical, so desperate to stay alive that it no longer concentrates on the more important tasks, but forces images of the things you love, the things you do not want to leave behind. Some people like to say that 'Their life flashes before them'.
Akkarin's eyes widened. The blade had been so sharp that no pain had been inflicted, just the peculiar cold, itching sensation that happens in such situations.
He fell down slowly, holding his breath. As he took in a gasp of air, a wave of pain came over him and he struggled to regulate his breaths into a steady rhythm.
His body desperately tried to savie him, sending blood rapidly to the place of incision trying to clot it, but with his heart in such a state, there was little it could do.
His head span as he stared up into her eyes, he wanted to scream 'I love you', he wanted to beg her not to leave him; but that was unfair on her. He had to save her first. He'd travelled, he'd seen the world. Sonea had had no such opportunities. He wanted her to graduate, he wanted her to help the dwells, and gain people's trust. He wanted her to live.
Reaching out to her, he channelled his energy into her, not stopping. All of it would be necessary.
He regretted it instantly.
She left his side straight away, and he felt empty inside. He had condemned himself to death; he had lost his second love.
He took his mind away from the poem and focussed on her. He pictured her in his mind, a radiant beauty, everything he could have wanted and more.
His body went cold and limp, finally freeing him from the suffering. He managed one final sentence, "Sonea, I love you, Sonea…"
