02-18-2009, 06:44 PM
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The screaming stopped first. Slowly, things began to quiet. It was a gradual thing, like a storm rolling across mountains. All of the noise began to quiet and stop until one voice, which had been the first voice, remained. His father’s voice was a quiet murmur, though it was as strong as he remembered it when he was a child. It’s done, the dead man reassured him. She’s gone.
Gabriel’s jaws released as if a spring had shattered. He remained remarkably still as his vision returned, despite knowing what must have happened. The iron in the air betrayed this above all else. On the ground she lay, perhaps finally the martyr she had intended to be. And then it began to snow, melting as it hit the blood-stained sand. This only lasted for a few minutes, for the heat had left her quickly.
He moved with a soldier’s precision. Gabriel dragged the body into the surf, into the water which only did so much to wash away the blood and sand, and let the water take her. The Aquila did not bother with the shore, for the water had begun to greedily lap up the color from the sand. Shaking the salt-water from his coat, Gabriel turned and left.
The screaming stopped first. Slowly, things began to quiet. It was a gradual thing, like a storm rolling across mountains. All of the noise began to quiet and stop until one voice, which had been the first voice, remained. His father’s voice was a quiet murmur, though it was as strong as he remembered it when he was a child. It’s done, the dead man reassured him. She’s gone.
Gabriel’s jaws released as if a spring had shattered. He remained remarkably still as his vision returned, despite knowing what must have happened. The iron in the air betrayed this above all else. On the ground she lay, perhaps finally the martyr she had intended to be. And then it began to snow, melting as it hit the blood-stained sand. This only lasted for a few minutes, for the heat had left her quickly.
He moved with a soldier’s precision. Gabriel dragged the body into the surf, into the water which only did so much to wash away the blood and sand, and let the water take her. The Aquila did not bother with the shore, for the water had begun to greedily lap up the color from the sand. Shaking the salt-water from his coat, Gabriel turned and left.