Re: Crooked Legs

by **Chellizard** June 13th 2013, 2:48 pm

It's dark.

"Hello?"

An echo bounces all around. The room is dark, and the only sounds in reply is coming from whomever is breathing. But, who is breathing?

"Anyone?"

Another echo. This time, there's a reply. "Yes, I am here."

"But... who are you...?"

Silence. Hesitation, maybe. Definitely pondering the question.

"I am you," said the voice. Oddly enough, the voice was right.

The room began to fill with light, slowly, surely. But, the light was at the end of a tunnel. What is that saying about dark tunnels with lights at the end? Something about death, right?

Hesitation again. The sound of someone standing up. The someone, the who, clutched their side in pain.

"Ow..." they murmured, brows furrowing in distaste.

"What...?"

They asked, looking down to their hand. Blood. Blood on their hand. Blood on their clothes. The clothes of a warrior.

"Who am I?" the voice asked again.

"Mirshann Rosin. Princess Mirshann Rosin." There was no hesitation this time.

"And my purpose?"

"Your purpose?"

"My purpose. What is it?"

"You mean our purpose?"

"... Yes."

"To live."

Mirshann walked forward. She had no control over her legs. She did not fight the steps forward, but she did not force them. Did she? She felt as if something was bringing her toward the light. Something, someone... someone? Was it someone?

The light at the end of the tunnel was bright, but the closer she got, the more she saw. She saw a dark alleyway, rain, and the sign of a rising sun. The rain seemed to be clearing up. Was it? Who was that?

"Who is that?" she asked, her eyes watching the picture at the end of the tunnel.

"Your someone. Your friend. Our friend."

"Our friend?" she asked, but corrected herself. "My friend?"

"Yes, my friend." she said, and smiled. A genuine, bright smile. She reached toward the picture, and the light engulfed her.

The rain had been slowing up, and the sun was just peeking over the horizon. Warm pinks, oranges, and purples were speckled against the sky. The sun's warm embrace slowly shooing away the clouds, and a rainbow was streaking across the sky. The gorgeous morning was also accompanied by Mirshann's eyes slowly fluttering open. Bits of rain still spitted against her face, dripping from the fire escape over her head. Her eye lids felt heavy, alike to thick iron doors that needed a full man's strength to open. She struggled to open her eyes and could only groan in pain.

The pain, however, was no as bad as she had endured many years ago.

"... Friend?" she asked, looking to Plague with heavy, tired eyes.

She had lost a lot of blood, and as such, was going to be groggy and weak until her body replenished the loss of blood. She would have to go easy on herself, but she was too stubborn for that. She pushed her hand down to the floor and attempted to stand.

by **Eightball** June 19th 2013, 3:12 am

As she awoke from her slumber, Plague was still at his pedestal, watching over the street as a hawk does on it's nest. His mask was at his side, undonned, and his pale face was happy to see the light of day for so long. His bleached hair had now regained a slight color, thanks to the sunlight, and any rain that had soaked him had now been dried to a less bothersome dampness. For the first time, Plague felt alive, and as if to express his happiness, a rainbow had formed in the sky. At the sound of her voice, Plague twisted around towards her and cheerfully bode her good morning.

"Good morning, Mirshann. I am astounded by your expeditious recovery."

As she held out her hand, Plague waved his own. "No, no—do not stand, dear. The stress from your great sacrifice is too substantial."

If she continued, Plague would certainly hold her down himself. He was a doctor, after all, and he would not allow such things. Wounds could reopen, and get infected. "I should not have ventured out alone to cause you such harm."

"I apologize."

Plague stood and got up to a standing position, donning his top hat.

"Neither should I have been so careless of myself, knowing of my own condition. However, you assisted me, as well as arcanely healed my throat, and for that, I am grateful."

He tipped his hat towards her and brandished his polished cane.

"I was also foolish of bringing you into my endeavors. I aptly knew the risks of you getting hurt. I would much rather such consequences be dealt on myself and only myself."

"For this reason, I have good reason to believe this is farewell. Though I am sure we will see each other again. Do avoid extenuating activities."

Plague then turned to go, his cane tapping upon the concrete again. The mask he left, a forgotten accessory that was no longer a part of him. There was a time when he considered the thing his face. But Mirshann had saved him—for the better. He was a new man. A new person. And he still had errands to run.

by **Chellizard** June 20th 2013, 1:27 am

Declaring this topic over. Eightball's post was the perfect ending post; if I reply, it would only ruin it.

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