11-13-2008, 12:33 AM
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In Ahren’s world, the fireflies were not the same. They were born out of smoke and ash, through the mouth of a dragon whose teeth were so deep in his neck he kept bleeding. He had bled out all the red and now it had turned black, and slowly, that was taking him over. His hair bore that proof all ready. The dragon’s fireflies danced from flame, where all of his being seemed to come from. That was where he had come from. Flame.
Laruku came from fog, from the white world that he had lived in for so long. That was all he had left now. Ahren kept looking into the fire, his eyes dead. He didn’t want to turn back. They couldn’t turn back now. “I don’t know,” he said lowly, knowing it was an excuse, knowing he had no reason. “I’ll fix it,” he continued, knowing that despite everything else he had ever believed, anything he had ever wanted, this was not supposed to be.
In Ahren’s world, the fireflies were not the same. They were born out of smoke and ash, through the mouth of a dragon whose teeth were so deep in his neck he kept bleeding. He had bled out all the red and now it had turned black, and slowly, that was taking him over. His hair bore that proof all ready. The dragon’s fireflies danced from flame, where all of his being seemed to come from. That was where he had come from. Flame.
Laruku came from fog, from the white world that he had lived in for so long. That was all he had left now. Ahren kept looking into the fire, his eyes dead. He didn’t want to turn back. They couldn’t turn back now. “I don’t know,” he said lowly, knowing it was an excuse, knowing he had no reason. “I’ll fix it,” he continued, knowing that despite everything else he had ever believed, anything he had ever wanted, this was not supposed to be.