Drabble - 'The Island'
A drabble resulting from a Tumblr Ask - Send me a ♫ I’ll shuffle my ipod/MP4 whatever song comes up first will be the song your muse hears my muse singing. The chosen song is Pendulum's 'The Island, Pt. I'.
He couldn’t move.
When had it all gone so wrong?
His eyes opened, if only just, to the blinding sun above him. Erethys was lying on his back, his wings torn and outstretched across the time-worn stones that paved the ancient roads of the Churning Mists. How had he gotten here? Why couldn’t he move? And more importantly, who was that, hovering over him? Why was he… crying?
What are you waiting for?
Just surrender here tonight!
He could hear the voices calling in the distance, though they seemed malms away- the distinct brandishing of arms, the clinking of armor… and then, the sudden weight of the elezen covering him with his body. The dragon choked at the impact, a sharp pain cutting through his chest. Was he wounded? When did it happen? Too many questions…
Erethys watched lazily as the squire shouted words long indistinct to his dying mind, and found himself smiling. Though his time had been much shorter than anticipated, the dragon did not regret a single moment of it. Memories flickered in and out, slowly easing him into a state of eternal bliss.
Not yet.
With the last of his strength, Erethys managed to lift a wing, wrapping it securely around Honoroit; it created the small veil of privacy for that one soft spoken moment, those last precious minutes that would pass between friends.
“My reflection
Will slowly fade
To another time
Until my head escapes…”
A small rhyme, breathed somewhere in between the realms of pain and bliss.
“When everything is said and done
To looking for answers if only one
Turn my back the urge has gone
Left with no reason we come undone.”
With a small nudge against the elezen’s cheek, he breathed his last. The wing cloaking the boy fell limp, the dragon’s body lifeless.