Desreal: KISS MY EYES AND LAY ME TO SLEEP; II

"So you take a picture of something you see
In the future, where will I be?
You can climb a ladder up to the sun
Or write a song that's never been sung
Or do, something that's never been done"

“Baraqel’s gone,” they told her.

Naturally, she didn’t believe them for awhile. And then the story came together – Strandwolf’s death, and when she saw the cloud of smoke hovering ominously over a ruined Desreal, she could hardly doubt it anymore.

She stands there, sees Kratos somewhere in the distance and then she sees Kurai and the two come together in slow-motion – she launches off her haunches but cannot begin to cross the ground between them quickly enough. “NO!!” She doesn’t know where the earsplitting cry comes from (it’s her, but she doesn’t begin to realize that – not suspended in the air, hanging in her Element which whips a sudden great frigid gale of its own around her) and suddenly she is running. She runs but it’s too late.

Kratos lays there, lifeless, and his Air element – born powerful enough to stir up cyclones – feels so weak in its vestigial traces alongside her own.

Her own, which wraps fingers of icy winter frigidity around her, entangling itself in her mane.

“Kratos…Baraqel…”

Her brothers. Her brothers. Together with Dusan, her protectors. Her entertainers.

What kind of place is this that she’s been born into, lived in naively for three years?

She can’t think of it. She only knows that she is wrong, that she has always been wrong, and this revelation hits her like an arrow through the chest. She collapses to her knees, sapphire eyes falling shut around tears that stream down her face.

She doesn’t notice the shadow cast over her until her Air detects a familiar Fire element.

A L A N N A;
kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep;
I'M SO SCARED ABOUT THE FUTURE AND I WANT TO TALK TO YOU