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A Dying Memory; Short Story
Topic Started: May 1 2009, 07:21 AM (98 Views)
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The Forsaken Fire


A Dying Memory

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“Once, this world was a wonderful place, lush and green, filled with beauty and life. Once… we called this planet home… now, it is our prison from which there is no escape. For a time, all was as it should be, until darkness came and scorched the northern skies. Back then, we had no idea what calamity lay ahead of us. Peace, happiness, light… these things would never return to our home. It’s only been a few years since the great fall, since that shadow blanketed the earth, only a few years, and already we have lost hope. What can we do to defeat an enemy we cannot even touch, and any weapon only serves to strengthen it, this poison from the stars, this disease that infects our world… slowly eating away at its core. We are powerless, and only able to watch and wait for our inevitable end. Who knew… death would come this slowly to us all. But here we are, and here I am, sitting at this window, thinking like this… knowing my days are also numbered.”

A beautiful young woman with fair skin and dark hair sat looking out onto a crystal clear lake, pondering the future. As she brought her face up, the dark sky stared down at her with unforgiving eyes. The world she knew and loved was dying, and nothing known to earthling man was able to stop it. Yet still, even knowing that, she could not accept her fate… still, she prayed for a way out. Her dark eyes glistened with sadness, as a tear slid down her ivory skin, screaming in her mind for a release from the darkness. Just then as her thoughts were still echoing in her head, a flash of light shone across the sky and broke through the shadows above. “What the!” She exclaimed as a blazing fire flew past her house and burned a path of smoke and ash into the trees behind it.
“It can’t be, not again! Just like before! But… this was a light that fell, not a shadow.” She cried as she got to her feet and ran outside towards what had fallen to the earth.

She parted the tree limbs to reveal something unexpected to her… it was a small ship that had fallen from the heavens, right into her arms it seamed. Her curiosity was uncontrollable as she inched forward, closer and closer to the silver structure. Suddenly, a burst of steam escaped from it as an opening slowly appeared. She watched in utter amazement, and perhaps even fear, as a doorway revealed a tall slender figure. Her heart raced as the steam slowly vanished to reveal a young man, clad in strange black clothing. But, there was something else odd about him… he was not human. His dark hair lay strung across his bright violate eyes and soft white skin as he stared at her.

“What… who are you?” Her quivering tongue uttered a question, but she got no reply. He simply stood there, as a sad smile played across his pail lips, the earth beneath him stained a dark blue. She then realized too late and was unable to catch him as he fell to the ground, his bluish blood covering his body. She couldn’t help it, and without thought ran over to him, cradling him in her arms. “You’re hurt!” She placed her hand over his where a fresh wound still bled out his life.

Their eyes met as his hand gently brushed against her face, his cold fingertips staining her cheek blue. “I’ve found you…Vivian.” His weak voice a breathy whisper.
“Wha-! Found me? But…how do you know my name?” She cried. “Nothing is ever really forgotten… even if you can’t remember it.” He whispered as tears streamed down his face. “I came to save you, but they didn’t want me to, so they- eh…” He clinched his wound as blood seeped through his fist.
“You’ll remember how to fly, I know you will, just get inside and go… and live, for me…” He pleaded with his last breath for her. “Eh! NO! Please don’t leave me!” Tears filled her eyes as she cried out for him. “Don’t leave me alone! Hekaru!! Eh!?” She shrank back suddenly. “Hekaru…” His name came to her as if she’d always known it.

“Do you really know me… do I really know you?” She wept over him, her bitter sadness begging an answer to this feeling in her heart. “You came to save me from my prison, my fate… my death. Will I ever know… what you were to me… other then in this moment, this dying memory in my arms?”

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