The Island of Narid
Chapter 7: Cyan
Still don't own FMA…
ee! But it's thunderstorming out (not a word but oh well) and that always gets me into a creative mood! So I am happy
-meaf- ((my happy word))
The bright, cyan lights were blinding in contrast to the vast darkness where they walked. Besides the dappled glow all their eyes could digest was each other's silhouette, stepping slowly into the cavern's depths. Their fear caused them both to hallucinate, falling for unreal figures dancing in the shadows. And so they held each other's arm; both for strength and reassurance.
The two women, all but shadowy disturbances in the cave's magnificence, neither looked behind nor to the sides. Their faces were set ahead in unmatchable determination. And with each pulse of the blue walls that surrounded them, they would breathe with, as if one.
Inside one of the girl's palm was clutched a small glass-like shard—taking on the same hue as the stones surrounding, beating within the same heart. She felt its gentle rise and fall within her fingers and for a moment it was like she was clasping the very ebb of the sea. That sense wasn't all that was lost. It seemed they had forgotten themselves, who they were, what they were named, where they were. They were only aware of the bright light, the seawater in one's hand, and each other's own fingers, intertwined and held, lest they forget each other as well.
The first low rumble of the earth was felt by the one holding the crystal-water, and she stopped for a moment, afraid. But the other beside her gripped tighter, more confident. The sea-woman breathed deep and long before managing to place a foot before her other and begin walking again. She knew not why she feared this place; she only knew that involuntarily her body yearned to leave and that her skin pricked with apprehension the further she stepped.
Confidence and Sea-woman continued down the churning, twisted path of the cave. Never did it slim, or shorten, everything was the same, and so they forgot where they even were. The chiming of their sandaled feet on the thin water-covered rock was at first comforting, but soon they found the sound unbearable and they were forced to take them off and continue with only the soft splash of water against their bare soles.
The thrash of the earth grew furious, rocking them off-balance as they staggered onward. More than once they fell, dampening once more their thin nightgowns. The air was cold here, and the cloth around their bodies seemed no more warming that a feathery draft of air.
When the earth rumbled more violently, Confidence was forced to wrap her arms about Sea-woman to keep her from falling and bruising herself. Blindly, Sea-woman clung to Confidence in the same way and in synch they put an unsteady foot forward, one at a time, slowly, tentatively. In this manner they continued, for what original reason their minds could no longer grasp. What came to their lost minds instead was a strangling fear that pushed them onward, as if they thought that behind them the wall closed when they walked. So they walked doggedly on, unceasing.
A violent tremor threw the two girls up against a wall. An end, at last. Forgetting even each other they released their hold and threw themselves at the wall, hands groping for anything, anything at all.
For, by now, their minds were washed, empty. They did not realize that there was a way back. They only saw the luminous blue wall before them, trapping them, suffocating them.
And then, when she fell helpless, not knowing how to cry, Sea-woman closed her eyes in defeat, but not before glimpsing, in the midst of all the blue, shadows moving. And when Confidence collapsed next to her she lashed her arm out, grabbing the girl tightly. Her eyes were wide open now and she gazed through the blue to what lay beyond, at once fighting the sudden pain that was her memory.
Hierra's eyes opened slightly. She yawned, and turned over, about to fall back into slumber. But then she gasped, and shot up from her covers. Rose, who she had been currently next to, was gone. Looking outside, though, she thought she saw a silhouette of a single figure, tall. The person's thick hair waved slightly in the soft night wind, shining in the reflection of moonlight.
Hierra, content and no longer fearing for Rose, crawled silently over the blankets and the sleeping bodies that lay underneath, and drowsily curled in the blankets near Edward, who slept soundly. He hadn't even noticed her come over.
Outside, the silhouette stood facing the moonlight for a moment before quietly and slowly walking out to sea.
Well, super short chapter! And a kind of pathetic one. But I wanted to get that done, I do suppose.
I'm being bribed with gifts! Non-existent gifts from a non-fat, old, or existent Santa Clause:D YAY Al-Kitty plushy!
Hmm…but this is a SUPER short chapter, I mean pathetically short. …..
Oh well. –wink-