Do I really need to tell you that this chapter will be dark? Actually, we're lucky that my beta reader (yeah, him again) gave me a 'lighter' idea than to make them go full kamikaze on Salem. Well not saying anything more… Hang in there, tomorrow should be lighter.
Pausing a second in her task to take back her breath, Yang sighed deeply. Life had lost its meaning now… She wasn't living, just barely surviving. She often wondered if it was worth the shot, to keep fighting and try to be happy when everything had gone extinct around her. She felt her heart tighten in her chest when she thought about her Rubbles, lost on the battlefields a few years ago. Perhaps it was around this time when she had lost all hope…
Emerald had ended up getting the upper hand on the small redhead… And even once Yang had punched her six feet under, her soul still felt empty. Even more empty, as there wasn't any anger left to fill the void of her sister's death. She still didn't know how Weiss could stand up and fight after all that had happened. How she could try to salvage what remained of the world from Salem's claws. They had all lost so much for this stupid cause…
Wiping the sweat off her brows and supporting herself on the axe she used to cut some wood, she couldn't help but think about all they had lost… Penny, Pyrrha, Ruby, Ren and half of beacon students had lost their lives. Nora had lost her sanity and had been seen rampaging some Grimms toward Salem's estimated position for the last time. Weiss, Jaune, Sun and Oscar had lost their innocence and were engaged in a vain fight against destruction, without even mentioning the various friends and body part they had left on the battlefield. Blake and her… had lost all family and hope, both preferring to run far from anything before the pain could become anymore unbearable.
At least there was a small prick of light in all of that darkness. They were together, through everything and everything. And even if they had given up on defending the worlds, given up on their dreams of fairytale ending, they still stood up together. Many others didn't have that chance. Shaking her head to get rid of these Grimm-attracting thoughts, her metallic arm tightened its grip on the axe's handle, and she steadied herself by making sure her prosthetic leg was anchored to the ground. Life was hard, especially with the cold threatening to rust her replacement limbs, but she still had it and she would never complain about it.
It was one of the only things that kept her out of the dark. The will to survive, to keep her promises. Even if she had left the battlefields, she had swore that she would survive, and she intended to do so until the world came to an end, would it be for Ruby, Taiyang and Qrow's memories or for Blake, that almost couldn't leave their improvised home… Transferring the wood she had chopped down for the last hour on her sleigh, she started heading home, still feeling a small twinge at her heart when she thought for the millionth time that Blake should have been able to be with her.
That a wound afflicted by Adam's sword years ago shouldn't have infected and damaged her lungs to the point she had to be on life support constantly. To the point the smallest of efforts exhausted her and took her breath away. To the point that the smallest of allergies could be deadly. She couldn't even use her semblance properly anymore, as she moved too slow to avoid being caught in her own shadows clones…
Still she had insisted upon training herself, until she was able to take down or at least resist most of the numerous Grimms lurking around, all of that with the least movements and efforts. To Yang, it was truly admirable how she had not given up everything, even if Gambol Shroud was now rusting and accumulating dust in a closet.
When she finally got home, the first thing she did was to enter the house and hug Blake, as they had become accustomed to. It was a way for them to tell each other that they were back, that they had both survived another day. And even if the entire world around them was going down in flames, they were here, together. And as happy as the times allowed them to.
Okay. That was tough to write… Yeah because I put myself in the feelings of the character I write… I can tell you that right now, by breath is ragged and there are tears threatening to fall… That should pass in a moment. But I'm not sure anymore which would have been worse, a last kamikaze mission against Salem or this…. How about I answer review to clear my mind?
SomeRandoFromTX (or a very good imitator): Well yeah, I warned… I'm not used to write things that dark because to me, writing and reading is an escape from reality, and we don't need any more despair in our already sad world. But sometimes it helps convey more feelings. And I'd really like some prompts and ideas, but I can't guarantee you that I'll write on them.
Okay, this is done… Freaking late oh my god! I'm writing today's chapter ASAP, promise.