07-24-2018, 09:27 AM
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Silence.
It enveloped Myliu the moment he fell, sinking down into the darkness of the placid lake, crushing him with its weight. It was never this quiet before, never this peaceful; and although it wouldn’t have been spared even a thought by anyone else, Myliu found himself panicking over it.
The silence was overwhelming.
Small paws churned frantically at the water, trying yet failing to move himself out of the position he had found himself in. His lungs were bursting with the need for air, but he held on to the last remnants of oxygen he could spare, still trying. Still failing. He moved nowhere, and after a moment of violently thrashing around, Myliu fell still once more.
He was far from done, however. He had not given up on his plight, but instead had moved back to observe it for as long as he could spare. He sunk farther, slowly moving ever downward until the stars and moon where invisible to him, swallowed by the darkness.
A beat passed. Two. He could feel his heartbeat thrumming steadily in his chest, a constant rhythm that urged him to live. There was still blood running through his veins (warm, gushing.. Myliu could feel it throughout his entire body, in every nerve and fiber) and still oxygen in his lungs (faint, growing weaker, his eyes burned) and after a few more seconds in the silence… it was all gone.
”As tave myliu.”
The whispers returned.
”Lifa.”
They told him to live.
They amassed into one, inseparable mass, whispering and urging him. Some told him to live. Others commanded him to control it (it? What was it?) but most of all they murmured that same, constant phrase, a broken mantra of what Myliu could only remember as his name.
”As tave myliu.”
They surrounded him. Hundreds of white faces, peering at him from the darkness, their cold hands tugging at him, but never down. Only up. They wanted him to go up. Live. That word got stronger, until it overshadowed all the others, and with one last, desperate attempt… Myliu did what he was told.
Talons.
The voices fell silent as the faces watched him be lifted by an unknown force, one that seemed to struggle with the weight of the water as well. He did not know who it was, could not tell what he was saying, but one thing was for certain. If he didn’t do something, Myliu was sure they’d both die.
And he wasn’t ready to die.
He inhaled, a lungful if water entering along the air as he broke the surface, gaze settled intently back on the center of the pool, where the light hovered once more. He would not fall for its tricks, not again. An anger filled the child, a determination to save not only himself but whoever had become his savior, and it took nothing more but another breath and he was gone.
The world seemed to light up around him, the shard exploding and the water around him churning and shifting until both Gabriel and Myliu were settled comfortably on top of it. The lake had parted, a clear pathway set before them, solid and untouched as the faces peered out from the darkness once more. Watching. Waiting. He would not join them today.
Myliu’s face turned to Gabriel, watching but not seeing him. The child’s gaze was distant, staring at something else completely with a gaze normally purple now turned blue, blazing with a determination and power.
”Come,” the word was simple, his voice not his own, for nothing else was needed. Without waiting for Gabriel the child turned, and guided by voices unheard to the others, started to make his way back to the shore.
/ just to keep things clear: voices + light over lake + faces are all in Myliu’s head, and his voice did change in actuality towards the end ;D and rip Gabe u don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into
Silence.
It enveloped Myliu the moment he fell, sinking down into the darkness of the placid lake, crushing him with its weight. It was never this quiet before, never this peaceful; and although it wouldn’t have been spared even a thought by anyone else, Myliu found himself panicking over it.
The silence was overwhelming.
Small paws churned frantically at the water, trying yet failing to move himself out of the position he had found himself in. His lungs were bursting with the need for air, but he held on to the last remnants of oxygen he could spare, still trying. Still failing. He moved nowhere, and after a moment of violently thrashing around, Myliu fell still once more.
He was far from done, however. He had not given up on his plight, but instead had moved back to observe it for as long as he could spare. He sunk farther, slowly moving ever downward until the stars and moon where invisible to him, swallowed by the darkness.
A beat passed. Two. He could feel his heartbeat thrumming steadily in his chest, a constant rhythm that urged him to live. There was still blood running through his veins (warm, gushing.. Myliu could feel it throughout his entire body, in every nerve and fiber) and still oxygen in his lungs (faint, growing weaker, his eyes burned) and after a few more seconds in the silence… it was all gone.
”As tave myliu.”
The whispers returned.
”Lifa.”
They told him to live.
They amassed into one, inseparable mass, whispering and urging him. Some told him to live. Others commanded him to control it (it? What was it?) but most of all they murmured that same, constant phrase, a broken mantra of what Myliu could only remember as his name.
”As tave myliu.”
They surrounded him. Hundreds of white faces, peering at him from the darkness, their cold hands tugging at him, but never down. Only up. They wanted him to go up. Live. That word got stronger, until it overshadowed all the others, and with one last, desperate attempt… Myliu did what he was told.
Talons.
The voices fell silent as the faces watched him be lifted by an unknown force, one that seemed to struggle with the weight of the water as well. He did not know who it was, could not tell what he was saying, but one thing was for certain. If he didn’t do something, Myliu was sure they’d both die.
And he wasn’t ready to die.
He inhaled, a lungful if water entering along the air as he broke the surface, gaze settled intently back on the center of the pool, where the light hovered once more. He would not fall for its tricks, not again. An anger filled the child, a determination to save not only himself but whoever had become his savior, and it took nothing more but another breath and he was gone.
The world seemed to light up around him, the shard exploding and the water around him churning and shifting until both Gabriel and Myliu were settled comfortably on top of it. The lake had parted, a clear pathway set before them, solid and untouched as the faces peered out from the darkness once more. Watching. Waiting. He would not join them today.
Myliu’s face turned to Gabriel, watching but not seeing him. The child’s gaze was distant, staring at something else completely with a gaze normally purple now turned blue, blazing with a determination and power.
”Come,” the word was simple, his voice not his own, for nothing else was needed. Without waiting for Gabriel the child turned, and guided by voices unheard to the others, started to make his way back to the shore.
/ just to keep things clear: voices + light over lake + faces are all in Myliu’s head, and his voice did change in actuality towards the end ;D and rip Gabe u don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into
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