<Pain> is *Greater* than <fear> [Dee]
Mar 11, 2011 23:55:35 GMT -5
Post by Tsarashi 2.0 on Mar 11, 2011 23:55:35 GMT -5
Heron walked down the steep slope of the side of the volcano. Soren and Winona were long gone and she hoped that Storm was still following her. They hadn’t spoken a word to each other since they left Ana’s body to be picked up by the hovercraft that was bound to come. The silence was awkward, but she didn’t care. She had more things on her mind at the moment than her silent companion.
Ana’s death woke her up. There was such a small chance that she was going to win that she figured that she must get ready to face the facts. She had a good chance of dying. She might never see Fletcher again. That though used to fill her with determination to win, but now that Ana was dead she had lost some of the positive energy that that strange boy left with her and Ana kept alive.
The ring was loose around her forefinger, but it was beautiful in its own way. She clutched her fist and felt as the cold metal dug into her palm and every time she moved she could feel the cold steel necklace around her neck. She knew that if she were to lift the pickaxe charm to her nose she would still be able to smell the ash that it had been dropped in at the mine. It still smelt like home. A home she would probably never see again.
Sighing lightly Heron stepped onto the dusty ground that would soon turn into the dark grass she could see in the distance. The trees looked welcoming with their green needles, but first they would have to continue walk down the volcano and past the ash residue left over from the volcano. Looking over her shoulder she tried desperately to find Storm, but the light was too dim. Heron took a step to her right, sending out a loud crack over the area.
Heron’s eyes widened when she looked down at the cracking ground. Read hot lava oozed out of the crevices. ”Storm!” She screamed out, knowing full well what could happen if Storm stepped on the thin ground as well. ”Stay where you are!”
The second she shifted her weight to look over her shoulder desperately searching for her companion, the ground gave way sending the tall girl into a small, hot lake of lava. The burning was so intense that her screams echoed over the arena, ear shattering and toe curling. The scent of burning flesh filled the area. Desperately Heron clutched to the unbroken earth, tears streaming down her face from the pain.
It felt like hours clawing her way out of that pit of fire, and when she could feel the ground beneath her again the pain didn’t stop. Heron continued to scream as the cool evening air scorched her legs with its cold. But only above the knee; she couldn’t feel anything else. She didn’t have to look down to know that her legs were gone. Her screams were only interrupted by her loud sobs of pain. Feeling her hands she made sure that she didn’t lose the two tokens, she needed Fletcher and Ana with her more than ever now. And Storm as well, if he realized that she absolutely needed him by her side now.
Ana’s death woke her up. There was such a small chance that she was going to win that she figured that she must get ready to face the facts. She had a good chance of dying. She might never see Fletcher again. That though used to fill her with determination to win, but now that Ana was dead she had lost some of the positive energy that that strange boy left with her and Ana kept alive.
The ring was loose around her forefinger, but it was beautiful in its own way. She clutched her fist and felt as the cold metal dug into her palm and every time she moved she could feel the cold steel necklace around her neck. She knew that if she were to lift the pickaxe charm to her nose she would still be able to smell the ash that it had been dropped in at the mine. It still smelt like home. A home she would probably never see again.
Sighing lightly Heron stepped onto the dusty ground that would soon turn into the dark grass she could see in the distance. The trees looked welcoming with their green needles, but first they would have to continue walk down the volcano and past the ash residue left over from the volcano. Looking over her shoulder she tried desperately to find Storm, but the light was too dim. Heron took a step to her right, sending out a loud crack over the area.
Heron’s eyes widened when she looked down at the cracking ground. Read hot lava oozed out of the crevices. ”Storm!” She screamed out, knowing full well what could happen if Storm stepped on the thin ground as well. ”Stay where you are!”
The second she shifted her weight to look over her shoulder desperately searching for her companion, the ground gave way sending the tall girl into a small, hot lake of lava. The burning was so intense that her screams echoed over the arena, ear shattering and toe curling. The scent of burning flesh filled the area. Desperately Heron clutched to the unbroken earth, tears streaming down her face from the pain.
It felt like hours clawing her way out of that pit of fire, and when she could feel the ground beneath her again the pain didn’t stop. Heron continued to scream as the cool evening air scorched her legs with its cold. But only above the knee; she couldn’t feel anything else. She didn’t have to look down to know that her legs were gone. Her screams were only interrupted by her loud sobs of pain. Feeling her hands she made sure that she didn’t lose the two tokens, she needed Fletcher and Ana with her more than ever now. And Storm as well, if he realized that she absolutely needed him by her side now.