Disclaimer: Meh, me no own bionicle :(
sorry for the delay, the chapter kept going from first to third person...had to fix it.
Um, important notes to read just so that you can partly understand what's happening. That way you aren't completely lost :). The lines seperating the scenes mean time skips, and there's a LOT of symbolism involved. I am not joking. There's a whole waterfall of it in the third scene.
It was fuzzy. Images and sounds were disjointed, morphing in and out, mixing together in abstract art as she tried to get her bearings.
She should be dead, she knew that. So why did she hear the distant faraway sounds of crying and wailing? Paradise was supposed to be the opposite of this.
She wanted to reach out toward the sound, but found it just out of her reach; she wanted to tell it that it was in the wrong area of heaven, that it should go back where it came from.
The images became more distinct. Lines and edges identified themselves slowly but surely as she floated through the haze of many colors and sounds.
Stiffness filled her, leaden with tiredness. Eternal sleep was so tempting right about now.
The burning sensation that filled her body seconded this.
It was everywhere, in her bloodstream, in her veins. It coursed through her at an alarming pace as she once more slid down the slippery tube into darkness. She opened her mouth to scream. But no sound came out.
It was just her and the burning.
But soon, the scorching rectified itself, dieing down to mere embers and leaving not a trace of its existence as it was replaced by a wave of biting cold, sending wracking shivers down her body as it froze over, the small embers extinguished; leaving nothing but a barren wasteland of cold winter.
Gali didn't fight it this time as she was enveloped in blackness, and it welcomed her as one of its own.
Gali felt as though she had been sleeping for a long era. The glowing pain that had threatened to overwhelm her before was now but a dull throb that seemed miles away. Distant voices came closer and more distinct, taking on personalities as they began to echo in her mind
A female's voice managed to force its way through the gloom and into her thoughts, leaving Gali privy to the growing conversation.
"She is in stable condition at this moment," the voice was relieved, bone tired, and stressed. "She should awaken any day now, but when she does, please be gentle." The elder's voice took on an edge of dry humor for a brief second. "Well, for you all that is, I'm not sure how much more her body can take."
A male's voice responded to the female's statement. "Are you sure she's stable? She doesn't look stable. She kinda looks…dead." These last few words were met with a stony silence, a late-reaction slap in which the same voice muttered a barely audible "OW!"
A deep alto responded this time, filled with common sense, it knocked over all doubt with its sincerity. "Turaga Nokama says she's fine. And no matter how she may appear, that should be enough for anyone."
"I suppose we better be going." A usually joyous voice held disappointment. " quick-see ya soon Turaga Nokama." A few grunted agreements followed, and then, the sound of footsteps fading away could be heard as Gali struggled against her invisible bonds.
She tried to open the heavy lids that obscured her vision completely, but they wouldn't budge. She slumped in defeat against the familiar dark void, letting it capture her whole without a fight.
Whispers spun around her head in dizzying circles, spinning a fragile intricate web of soft sounds in her ears.
The soft symphony was made of seemingly thousands upon thousands of voices, alto and soprano; they danced high above Gali's head, twirling in majestically in seemingly unreal dusty patches of sunlight.
Abruptly, the beauty came to an end.
Replaced by an urgent melody, soprano notes screaming, altos bellowing their terror. There was no beauty in this dance.
Only terror.
Terror in its purest form. Terror and urgency that broke into an uncontrollable panic of cries as a loud crash interrupted the stunningly petrifying symphony of chaos. Then, just as the charming song had turned into faint memories of longing as it continued to roar monstrously, it stopped.
All of it.
The voices and dance came to a screeching halt.
Silence and bone-crunching tension melded together on a hot fame, sending sparks in all directions as it was placed in cold air, giving birth to a deafening silence that spun itself into the endless tunnel of time. Stretching into a path of coarse quiet that ran for miles.
A bumpy jostling hurled her down the untaken road. A road of urgency and fear. The song continued on, stopping and starting in broken intervals, altos breaking off in mid note as they struggled to find their bearings.
An unpracticed choir.
It chopped and cobbled together the music into tiny bits that would run between paths of silence, slipping in and out of water as it crossed through the grave blackness of nothingness, before abruptly appearing before falling into the brush again.
The noise of voices was replaced by exhausted pants of breath.
The nightmare stretched longer, growing in force as it swept over her in giant waves that hit with such deadly accuracy that she was only able to keep her head above water for a short time before everything dissolved, the waves lapping over her head, pulling her farther and farther down away from the surface.
Voices now had names as she resurfaced subconsciously, tapping into the channel of deep voices, each unique.
A calm, deep voice raised its head before a bold, loud voice of a distant dream answered its call. The cold, searing voice interrupted, speaking little before disappearing into its thick shell of silence again. An abrupt silence layered itself onto the thick air, before breaking by the sound of two younger voices, intertwining together in a chain that was twirled into a sturdy melody, carried aloft by a passing breeze that she reached out to touch, stroking the refreshing air with her hand.
The chorus that had finally found its voice of harmony stopped and stretched into an oblivion of surprised silence that was only broken by the soft whispered voice that spoke of her name, riding briefly upon a cloud before touching down as a question.
"Gali?"
One more chapter, I kid you not, ONE. Drat, and I loved writing this story :(. Ah well, I won't be working on any kind of other work for a while except for my newest story, that oddly enough, has at least twenty chapters within it…main point of my inane rambling, updates are going to slow down for a bit while I feverishly write the newest story (yes, I really do love it that much)
if you have any questions on what the heck just happened, ask me and I'll clear everything up for you. :)
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