High Noon
During the summer months, it often got so hot on the proving grounds they had to call a break at midday and let the children go inside, for fear of heatstroke. These were his favorite days of all, when he could sit out on the blacktop baking in the noonday sun, letting it seep into his bones and erase any memory he had of the cold.
He often stole glances at the sun in that time, even if the glaring brightness of it hurt his eyes. And yet, there was something so captivating about that brilliant ball of fire that held his attention, even as its warmth permeated every part of his being. It felt like being home--really home, not the false-seeming "home" the barracks were. Someday, he swore to himself on those afternoons, I'll live in that warmth forever. I'll be as bright as that sun.
In fourteen years, Albedo would deliberately keep the Song of Nephilim at a glacial chill, to erase his own borrowed memories of that noonday warmth.
During the summer months, it often got so hot on the proving grounds they had to call a break at midday and let the children go inside, for fear of heatstroke. These were his favorite days of all, when he could sit out on the blacktop baking in the noonday sun, letting it seep into his bones and erase any memory he had of the cold.
He often stole glances at the sun in that time, even if the glaring brightness of it hurt his eyes. And yet, there was something so captivating about that brilliant ball of fire that held his attention, even as its warmth permeated every part of his being. It felt like being home--really home, not the false-seeming "home" the barracks were. Someday, he swore to himself on those afternoons, I'll live in that warmth forever. I'll be as bright as that sun.
In fourteen years, Albedo would deliberately keep the Song of Nephilim at a glacial chill, to erase his own borrowed memories of that noonday warmth.
