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dragon horn

[tsunergy]

[The entire cave goes dark, as if a single light switch is flipped. A cold wind blows, the air growing chill, almost sinister. When the light returns, it's dim and almost colourless, and the area is a muddy, storm-torn field instead of the cave they'd been in before. A figure stands alone in the center of a tempest of wind and rain, surrounded by darkness. Not far away, Mikleo approaches, struggling with every step. When he's close enough, he calls out-

"Why are you here, Mikleo?! Go away!"

"You know why. Why are you!?"

"You were right all along, mortals, humans, we're just- we're all just rotten. I thought we could be better but I was wrong."

"Sorey. Please. Come back... come back, so we can handle this together."

"How many mistakes? How many, huh? These mistakes are lives lost, and dreams shattered and- these aren't just mistakes!"

They begin to fight, wrestling inelegantly in the storm, Sorey's sword against Mikleo's staff. A third person enters the fray, blocking Mikleo from Sorey's attacks- a silver-and-green haired man in dark clothes and a hat. His voice rings out over the wind, shoving Sorey back, on the defense. He's hunched over, struggling just as much in the swelling darkness.

"If you really hate what you're doing-- then stop doing it!"

At last Zaveid joints them, standing with Dezel and Mikleo, all three facing off against Sorey. Despite the numbers, they have the look of people fighting a battle they've already lost. The dark, choking mist surrounding the area is weighing on them so heavily they can barely stand.

"You know we're here too, with you. We just want to help. All you need to do is come back."

There's a moment, almost like a held breath shared amongst all four of them. The briefest of instances where it seems, somehow, that this can end here, without another fight, without loss, without more pain. There's a plea in the howling wind, an aching feeling.

no, no, no

don't give up

I need you

please come back

Suddenly the darkness swallows Sorey whole, and the wisps of it abruptly blast outwards like a shockwave that nearly bowls them over. Fighting against it, Mikleo somehow rises to his feet, facing off against the devouring cloud. He screams, his voice barely audible over the wind.

"Get out of here!! Dezel-- break the pact!!"

And then he's running, running as fast as his legs will carry him. He runs straight into the shadows, and the whole world goes dark again. There is pain. There is screaming. There is an eerie crackling of bones breaking, growing, reshaping themselves.

There is a whisper, dark and cold in the wind--

filk

luzrov rulay

mine--

And the darkness parts like a curtain, revealing Sorey once more: cold, empty-eyed, affectionately petting the iridescent blue scales of a dragon.

"You're my one and only," he whispers. "I love you."

Mikleo's gone.]

<small>[The entire cave goes dark, as if a single light switch is flipped. A cold wind blows, the air growing chill, almost sinister. When the light returns, it's dim and almost colourless, and the area is a muddy, storm-torn field instead of the cave they'd been in before. A figure stands alone in the center of a tempest of wind and rain, surrounded by darkness. Not far away, Mikleo approaches, struggling with every step. When he's close enough, he <a href="http://driftfleet.dreamwidth.org/404627.html?thread=86025107#cmt86025107">calls out</a>- <i>"Why are you here, Mikleo?! Go away!" "You know why. Why are <b>you</b>!?" "You were right all along, mortals, humans, we're just- we're all just rotten. I thought we could be better but I was wrong." "Sorey. Please. Come back... come back, so we can handle this together." "How many mistakes? How many, huh? These mistakes are lives lost, and dreams shattered and- these aren't just mistakes!"</i> They begin to fight, wrestling inelegantly in the storm, Sorey's sword against Mikleo's staff. A third person enters the fray, blocking Mikleo from Sorey's attacks- a silver-and-green haired man in dark clothes and a hat. His voice rings out over the wind, shoving Sorey back, on the defense. He's hunched over, struggling just as much in the swelling darkness. <i>"If you really hate what you're doing-- then stop doing it!"</i> At last Zaveid joints them, standing with Dezel and Mikleo, all three facing off against Sorey. Despite the numbers, they have the look of people fighting a battle they've already lost. The dark, choking mist surrounding the area is weighing on them so heavily they can barely stand. <i>"You know we're here too, with you. We just want to help. All you need to do is come back."</i> There's a moment, almost like a held breath shared amongst all four of them. The briefest of instances where it seems, somehow, that this can end here, without another fight, without loss, without more pain. There's a plea in the howling wind, an aching feeling. <i>no, no, no don't give up I need you please come back</i> Suddenly the darkness swallows Sorey whole, and the wisps of it abruptly blast outwards like a shockwave that nearly bowls them over. Fighting against it, Mikleo somehow rises to his feet, facing off against the devouring cloud. He screams, his voice barely audible over the wind. <i>"Get out of here!! Dezel-- break the pact!!"</i> And then he's running, running as fast as his legs will carry him. He runs straight into the shadows, and the whole world goes dark again. There is pain. There is screaming. There is an eerie crackling of bones breaking, growing, reshaping themselves. There is a whisper, dark and cold in the wind-- <i>filk luzrov rulay <b>mine</b>--</i> And the darkness parts like a curtain, revealing Sorey once more: cold, empty-eyed, affectionately petting the iridescent blue scales of a dragon. <i>"You're my one and only,"</i> he whispers. <i>"I love you."</i> Mikleo's gone.]</small>