Screaming. His throat was hoarse from screaming. Screaming and telling people to run, screaming and crying out in pain, and most of all screaming and begging for him to wake up.
Pounding footsteps, quick breaths, and the pull of a lever. Silence.
Hands, grabbing and pulling at his clothes, down, down, down.
The feeling of snow, the cold air kissing his cheeks and the icy flakes- no, wait. Warmth. Ash.
Ash in his hair. Ash on the ground. Fire on his skin.
Explosion. More screaming, more ash.
Stumbling footsteps, shallow breaths, and the pull of a limp hand. Darkness.
Oh, Vasch. Don't leave me here alone. Please.
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Feathers of a Fallen Pheonix
Fanfiction"You'll be my eyes and I'll be your body." - War destroys beauty, but maybe just this once, war can create beauty too.
