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wolfishsurvivalist) wrote2015-07-21 03:36 pm
wolfishsurvivalist) wrote2015-07-21 03:36 pm
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✖ the past repeats ✖
The wind blowing across the stones beneath her feet was surprisingly warm. A pleasant breeze instead of the cruel chill one expected in a battle such as this. The woman stared unseeing at the fallen figure before her. For a moment she seemed frozen, and the princess was forced to repeat her question.
"Hmm?" She turned, startled out of her thoughts. "No, I'll be fine. Thank you." Her smile didn't seem to fool the princess or the tired boy with her. The glance they shared between themselves was one of pointed worry. Realizing she'd been caught, the girl that had grown flowers even in the wasteland of the Gerudo desert simply sighed and hung her head.
"It'll take a while, but I'll be fine. Don't you two have something that needs to be done? I'm not going to go around undoing your hard work." It took a while to reassure them that she'd be fine on her own, and that no, she wouldn't be leaving with them. They were torn, but in the world next they left, and Aerith was once more alone with her thoughts.
A heavy sigh escaped her as she looked back to where Ganon had been, the Magic already done its work. It was old, and not the sort she knew, but that hardly mattered. What did was that he was alive. Not in the typical sense but in a way that meant he wasn't gone forever. Her mind raced with the knowledge and realization of what it would mean, and she crouched down, fingers touching the stone already steeped in the afterglow of magic.
Please, the prayer was soft, spoken to a presence she knew was there but could hardly feel. Please, just this once.
When she opened her eyes again she felt sluggish and heavy, forcing herself to her feet and staring in confusion at the world around her. Was that...water? For a moment fear jolted through her until she realized it seemed to be cocooning her. There was just enough space between her and the water that she could breathe.
"What...?"
In that moment the water was pushed away, further and further back until she saw the stone as it must've been before the battle she had seen the final blows of. But those scorch marks...they seemed new. New enough that she could still feel the traces of magic that had left them. And then she saw him. The stone monolith with the sword piercing it looked almost nothing like him but she felt a sharp twist in her gut and she just knew. Knew that the distant-sounding scream was hers, but she ran anyway.
How she managed to reach the sword she couldn't say, injured as he was he'd still stood tall and unbowed. Unbroken. She pulled and yanked with all her might but the blade was held fast by the stone that gripped it until she cried out for mercy with every fiber of her being.
No! Not again! Please, not again!
The sword shifted, it gave just a little, and then it slid out and fell from her hands with a clatter like a perfectly cast bell. Her hands flew to the cleft in the stone and she poured herself into it, stone melting away and water splashing down around her head in great fat drops to soften it until she was staring through stinging eyes at dark skin and red hair. Great shuddering gasps and shaking hands were all she had to show for it, but her fingers ran across the skin of his brow with a kind of desperation she hadn't felt before.
Please.
Please.
His knees sagged, and through some miracle she was able to gently lay him down on the stone beneath them instead of him toppling and crushing her beneath his weight. His robes were wonderfully ornate, the patterns almost mesmerizing in their detail, but the majesty of his appearance was ruined by the fear that clenched around her heart like an icy fist. His eyes still weren't open yet, and her heart hammered against her ribs like a bird trying to free itself from its cage.
"Had to try one more time, didn't you?" The laugh was weak, faltering quickly as she looked away, smoothing a crease in his robes. "I would've told you to stay home, you know. Find something else to do. There had to...be a different way, isn't there?" She choked back a sob, biting her lip as she tipped her head back. She couldn't tell if it was her tears or the barrier failing that had water streaming down her cheeks. It didn't matter now.
"We shouldn't stay here, the water won't stay out forever." Aerith knew he was too heavy to move, but she couldn't leave him there by himself. With his head resting on her lap and her palm resting over his heart, Aerith stared up at the watery ceiling above her and paid no mind to the shimmering water around her that lapped at the fallen bandit king.
"Hmm?" She turned, startled out of her thoughts. "No, I'll be fine. Thank you." Her smile didn't seem to fool the princess or the tired boy with her. The glance they shared between themselves was one of pointed worry. Realizing she'd been caught, the girl that had grown flowers even in the wasteland of the Gerudo desert simply sighed and hung her head.
"It'll take a while, but I'll be fine. Don't you two have something that needs to be done? I'm not going to go around undoing your hard work." It took a while to reassure them that she'd be fine on her own, and that no, she wouldn't be leaving with them. They were torn, but in the world next they left, and Aerith was once more alone with her thoughts.
A heavy sigh escaped her as she looked back to where Ganon had been, the Magic already done its work. It was old, and not the sort she knew, but that hardly mattered. What did was that he was alive. Not in the typical sense but in a way that meant he wasn't gone forever. Her mind raced with the knowledge and realization of what it would mean, and she crouched down, fingers touching the stone already steeped in the afterglow of magic.
Please, the prayer was soft, spoken to a presence she knew was there but could hardly feel. Please, just this once.
When she opened her eyes again she felt sluggish and heavy, forcing herself to her feet and staring in confusion at the world around her. Was that...water? For a moment fear jolted through her until she realized it seemed to be cocooning her. There was just enough space between her and the water that she could breathe.
"What...?"
In that moment the water was pushed away, further and further back until she saw the stone as it must've been before the battle she had seen the final blows of. But those scorch marks...they seemed new. New enough that she could still feel the traces of magic that had left them. And then she saw him. The stone monolith with the sword piercing it looked almost nothing like him but she felt a sharp twist in her gut and she just knew. Knew that the distant-sounding scream was hers, but she ran anyway.
How she managed to reach the sword she couldn't say, injured as he was he'd still stood tall and unbowed. Unbroken. She pulled and yanked with all her might but the blade was held fast by the stone that gripped it until she cried out for mercy with every fiber of her being.
No! Not again! Please, not again!
The sword shifted, it gave just a little, and then it slid out and fell from her hands with a clatter like a perfectly cast bell. Her hands flew to the cleft in the stone and she poured herself into it, stone melting away and water splashing down around her head in great fat drops to soften it until she was staring through stinging eyes at dark skin and red hair. Great shuddering gasps and shaking hands were all she had to show for it, but her fingers ran across the skin of his brow with a kind of desperation she hadn't felt before.
Please.
Please.
His knees sagged, and through some miracle she was able to gently lay him down on the stone beneath them instead of him toppling and crushing her beneath his weight. His robes were wonderfully ornate, the patterns almost mesmerizing in their detail, but the majesty of his appearance was ruined by the fear that clenched around her heart like an icy fist. His eyes still weren't open yet, and her heart hammered against her ribs like a bird trying to free itself from its cage.
"Had to try one more time, didn't you?" The laugh was weak, faltering quickly as she looked away, smoothing a crease in his robes. "I would've told you to stay home, you know. Find something else to do. There had to...be a different way, isn't there?" She choked back a sob, biting her lip as she tipped her head back. She couldn't tell if it was her tears or the barrier failing that had water streaming down her cheeks. It didn't matter now.
"We shouldn't stay here, the water won't stay out forever." Aerith knew he was too heavy to move, but she couldn't leave him there by himself. With his head resting on her lap and her palm resting over his heart, Aerith stared up at the watery ceiling above her and paid no mind to the shimmering water around her that lapped at the fallen bandit king.