A Whole New World chapter 11
They say that when a person dies, the first thing they see through the sheering pain that washes over them, dragging them to the brink, is a white light. A light that is so bright, it almost hurts to look into it without your eyes burning. However, as painful as the glow was, one couldn't help but follow it, as if the light was the guide through the dark pain. A mother's hand leading an innocent child home.
For him, he didn't see the light. The pain was there, vivid and wide, like a vast powerful energy the size of the planet was slammed against him, knocking them to the deepest pits of the ground's core. But there was no light at the end. When the pain faded, or at last lessened to a certain point, he saw shadows. Flashes. Faces.
In one flash, a little boy with tears in his eyes as he looked outside the window, watching through the flashes of lightening something move through the pouring rain.
In another, a couple running through the rain. Dark-haired, incredibly young. They eat the soggy loaf of bread as they ran through the rain with grins on their faces, as if their prayers have been answered. Not once looking back.
In another, an elderly man, eyes bright with intelligence, brushing back his hand with the gentle touch of a grandfather.
In another, friends. An awkward boy with loose limbs and crooked glasses lending him a hand and showing off the latest of his inventions. A girl with dark hair that matched the shade of her eyes, swaying her hips and raising her arms to her own beat or humming a pretty tune under her breath.
In another, an angel. Or a girl who the closest thing there was to an angel. Hair a bright mix of blonde and brown, tumbling down her back. Eyes a bright shade of jade. A soft smile on her face that made fear slip away, doubt almost an illusion.
He opened his mouth, her name on the tip of his tongue, but before he could say it, the angel was taken away, snatched by ice and shadows.
She was replaced by a man who blended into the darkness, revealing nothing but a pair of ice-blue eyes.
The eyes narrowed, a glint of malice shooting throughout them. Pain pierced him through the chest, turning everything from black to red.
"Helia!" She screamed.
"Flo...Flo…" He couldn't recall time when his body was in so much pain. Felt so cold. Felt so heavy. It was a struggle to breathe. It was harder to choke the word out, with darts of pain cutting through him like daggers.
"He's awake."
"Hail the Great Dragon."
A hand, soft and gentle, brushed against his face with their fingertips, dusting off the sweat and dirt that was heavy on his skin. "What is it? What are trying to say?"
"Flora." Pain burst through his body like a massive fire in his body, burning every cell, spreading through every inch, as he finally got it out.
He couldn't make out the women's face. His vision was so bad, too hazy, splitting everything into threes. She had a mask that concealed most of her face. But he made out the slight curl of a smile by the corner of her lips.
"You will see her again. You shall save her. You shall save all of them."
AN: hey guys. I think this chapter is long overdue. Plus I hope it helps put certain doubts and fears to rest. I promise the next one will come much sooner.