Genesis 083
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Title~ Painful Reminder
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still~ mine
Notes~ Genesis 083. I don't write enough with Yan, so here he is.
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The cool night air spilt from Yan’s wings as he brought them in closer to his body, dropping down into the gorge of the Ra-Lin and gliding easily between the sheer cliff faces.
There it was, nestled up against the cliff wall, a non-descript little beach, passed by unnoticed by thousands of river boats every year. The small cluster of palms still swayed in the wind that always rushed up the gorged, their leaves hushing against each other peacefully.
Yan banked around and caught his wings against the stiff breeze, wheeling around to touch ground on the little beach. It was impossible to reach on foot anymore—the river had changed its path just enough over the past few centuries that there was no longer any strip of land between here and the mouth of the gorge. Doubtless it would change again, perhaps swallowing the beach up whole, or maybe opening it out once more.
The fallen king folded his wings loosely against his back and walked up the small beach to the wall that rose up behind it. There, the single word was still scarred into the rock, easily read even after a good three hundred years.
Mum.
Yan reached out with one hand, his fingers tracing over the letters gouged into the stone as a faint, remorseful smile touched his lips.
“Aliah…” His eyes fell on the ring around his index finger, and his fingertips gripped the stone harder. “Some day, Aliah.”
As if on cue, the scar on his face flared up in pain, forcing him to drop to the ground and grip at it with both hands, his face contorted with agony. It burned through his flesh, like icy cold fire searing into his face, far deeper than just his skin. For that moment, there was nothing else in Yan’s world but the pain in that scar. The only thing that would tell him if he’d been roaring against the icy fire would be the hoarseness of his throat when it had finally dissipated.
Though his eyes were closed, he could feel the beginnings of black subconsciousness creeping into the edges of his vision.
No!
His eyes snapped open, the left roaring with even more painful fire, but he wouldn’t let the pain take him. He would stay awake this time. He wasn’t going to fall asleep. He forced himself to look up at that single word scarred into the rock, not daring to take his eyes off it for that intense fear of falling asleep, of having no control over his body.
Sheer determination and blind fear got him through the worst of it, and he was able to crawl back painfully to the cliff and rest his back against it, concentrating on keeping his breathing steady and flinching occasionally whenever the flames flared higher.
Exactly three hundred and seventy-eight years had passed since he had first met Aeia. This was her way of reminding him that he should still be with her.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still~ mine
Notes~ Genesis 083. I don't write enough with Yan, so here he is.
The cool night air spilt from Yan’s wings as he brought them in closer to his body, dropping down into the gorge of the Ra-Lin and gliding easily between the sheer cliff faces.
There it was, nestled up against the cliff wall, a non-descript little beach, passed by unnoticed by thousands of river boats every year. The small cluster of palms still swayed in the wind that always rushed up the gorged, their leaves hushing against each other peacefully.
Yan banked around and caught his wings against the stiff breeze, wheeling around to touch ground on the little beach. It was impossible to reach on foot anymore—the river had changed its path just enough over the past few centuries that there was no longer any strip of land between here and the mouth of the gorge. Doubtless it would change again, perhaps swallowing the beach up whole, or maybe opening it out once more.
The fallen king folded his wings loosely against his back and walked up the small beach to the wall that rose up behind it. There, the single word was still scarred into the rock, easily read even after a good three hundred years.
Mum.
Yan reached out with one hand, his fingers tracing over the letters gouged into the stone as a faint, remorseful smile touched his lips.
“Aliah…” His eyes fell on the ring around his index finger, and his fingertips gripped the stone harder. “Some day, Aliah.”
As if on cue, the scar on his face flared up in pain, forcing him to drop to the ground and grip at it with both hands, his face contorted with agony. It burned through his flesh, like icy cold fire searing into his face, far deeper than just his skin. For that moment, there was nothing else in Yan’s world but the pain in that scar. The only thing that would tell him if he’d been roaring against the icy fire would be the hoarseness of his throat when it had finally dissipated.
Though his eyes were closed, he could feel the beginnings of black subconsciousness creeping into the edges of his vision.
No!
His eyes snapped open, the left roaring with even more painful fire, but he wouldn’t let the pain take him. He would stay awake this time. He wasn’t going to fall asleep. He forced himself to look up at that single word scarred into the rock, not daring to take his eyes off it for that intense fear of falling asleep, of having no control over his body.
Sheer determination and blind fear got him through the worst of it, and he was able to crawl back painfully to the cliff and rest his back against it, concentrating on keeping his breathing steady and flinching occasionally whenever the flames flared higher.
Exactly three hundred and seventy-eight years had passed since he had first met Aeia. This was her way of reminding him that he should still be with her.
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