followsthevoice: (Kid stares at the stars and wonders)
followsthevoice ([personal profile] followsthevoice) wrote in [community profile] thebastion 2014-02-22 07:43 am (UTC)

[It was dark. Everywhere Raile looked was just dark, dark, and even more dark as far as the eye could see...or couldn't see as the case was. He knew he was standing on something solid, so he started to make his way forward as best he could...he had no idea where he was or why he was here; everything in his head felt fuzzy at best and all he could do was see if moving forward would take him to someplace he could get answers from.

As he moved, lights began to shoot past him; lights of all shapes, sizes, and colors that wove together in front of him to make a beautiful collage. Eventually they began to move fast enough that they made discernible shapes, and then even faces that he could recognize, and finally scenes from his life that he could remember; it was like...
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M'life is flashin'...

[The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He'd always heard about that...dying and all from the others working on the Rippling Walls; how your life would flash before your eyes. He wasn't scared--disappointed and sad maybe, but not at all scared; he'd been prepared for his death for a long time, but there was so much he felt he still had to do, it left him standing in place, horribly conflicted. It was then he felt a hand on his shoulder and a feeling of warmth he hadn't felt in what felt like a lifetime.

He didn't need to turn around to know who it was, and just that knowledge alone caused the tears to flow freely from his eyes; there was so much he wanted to say...so many things he wanted to share, but he knew that now wasn't the time, the feeling of her grip tightening told him everything he needed to know. He felt the soft whisper of her voice rustle against his ear like a warm breeze as the lights began to pull away from his vision and things became blurry once more.
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"I love you...my little grand Raile."

[The breath shot out of his lungs like they'd been fired out of his carbine and his good arm rose up in a flash to grab AZ's arm hard as if he were worried he might suddenly fly away; his eyes opening like a pair of steel traps being released as they darted around the room with the kind of panic only a man who'd seen the other side could muster. He was back...but he was still incredibly worse for the wear and still in dire need of help.]

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