Thread: From the Ashes

Sometimes people write stories based on dreams they have had. This is based off of a nightmare. Also, I do not own the lyrics in this story. It's Poets of the Fall - War. Do you remember standing on a broken field White crippled wings beating the sky The harbingers of war with their nature revealed And our chances flowing by If I can let the memory heal I will remember you with me on that field Eyes closed, she stood on the dusty field. She was alone, and she knew exactly why. Eyes slowly opened and took in the scene around her. Amber eyes held a profound sadness, tinged with the grief she felt. She took a step forward, only the falter. The ache of her own wounds, her own pains, filled her with a deep pain that threatened to devour her mind. Her robes were in tatters, the once white garments had been stained a dark color. Parts of it were black, and some were crimson. Varying stages of drying blood, and other visceral like oddities covered the tattered remains of fabric. Behind her, arching up, were her wings. Once they had been a dark midnight hue, with the feathers each tipped in the darkest amethyst. Now those wings were in tatters, like the gown that covered her body. Bits of ivory bone sticking out at odd angles, the dangling of tendons and arteries. The blood had long since stopped flowing from the injuries. The wounds cauterized, and sealed up. No chance of them ever growing back. The battlefield had seen to that. When I thought that I fought this war alone You were there by my side on the frontline When I thought that I fought without a cause You gave me a reason to try She was alone now. Even the one that said he would be beside her always, had fallen in this War. The one that had said he cared, even if they could not be with each other, they still cared for one another. Even he was gone, tattered and broken on these fields. Trampled and defaced, like everyone else. Her hand came up as she ran it back through her hair. It was slick, and sticky. A rather odd feeling of relief washing through her. It was the end, and she was happy for it. The scene faded then, from her mind, as she wrapped her mind around what had brought the world to the point it was at. Turn the page I need to see something new For now my innocence is torn We cannot linger on this stunted view Like rabid dogs of war I will let the memory heal I will remember you with me on that field Run! She screamed as her head turned. Her eyes scanning the line of her companions. They were all trying their hardest, but this new foe was nothing any of them had expected. With a simple touch, it destroyed all in it's path. It shattered the people around her, and showed what they truly were beneath. She drew her blade up, stepping to the side. The sounds of gunfire all around her. Everyone was fighting their hardest, most of them not even from the same timelines. But they were all friends, all compatriots in this war. She was broken, and tattered on the inside from recent trials, and this war was much harder on her then she thought it would be. She turned to call out to one of her companions, watching as the woman turned to dust. She watched her friend fade into the wind wrapping around the field. A stab raced through her, fear pounding in her breast as she cried out. Lashing out at one of the creatures and ducking down. She had seen her friends fall to lesser injuries, why was she taking injuries and not dying? When I thought that I fought this war alone You were there by my side on the frontline And we fought to believe the impossible When I thought that I fought this war alone We were one with our destinies entwined When I thought that I fought without a cause You gave me the reason why Her back brushed up against someone. She whirled around, her blade meeting another blade. Her eyes lifted as she heard a deep chuckle. A soft laugh left her. He was here now, with his eyes watching her own. She reached up to pressed her fingertips to his cheek. He was smeared in blood as well. He had taken injuries as well, and had not fallen. What made them capable of surviving these creatures. She shook her head a little, and let her hand drop. He caught it as she dropped it, his lips pressing to her palm. We fight together, we can survive. We've already been through so much. His words filled her mind as she pulled her hand back, just in time to whirl on one of the creatures and slice into it's side. Blood splattered her, as she jumped back. Her back brushing his, wings grazing his. She felt the beat of her heart increase, an ache in her chest. They would make it through this fight, they had to! They may lose friends, and they may be damaged from it in the end, but they would make it through, they had to! With no-one wearing their real face It's a whiteout of emotion And I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall When the love in letters fade It's like moving in slow motion And we're already too late if we arrive at all She turned on another of the creatures, she watched it change into one of her companions. Her eyes widened as she jumped back, watching one of her male friends approach her. She KNEW that it wasn't him, it couldn't be him. She had seen him fall earlier. How dare you! She screamed, a small sob leaving her. The tears had started, and she couldn't hold them back. She focused her mind and jumped in the direction of the enemy. Her blade sang a whistling tune as she swung it towards the creatures head. It was a clean cut, and her robes were splattered, she felt the rage rise as she started to hack into the creature. It may be dead, but she needed to take this out. Her blade swung again, and this time she was splattered with the innards that were within the male creature. A sob left her as she yanked back, only to feel the aching pain of something hot slicing into her wings. She cried out, and fell forward, stunned by the pain. Her head turned to see the man she loved entering into her part of the battlefield. The creatures descended as she watched, her breath rushed from her as she screamed. She watched as his head jerked up, he heard her scream and took it as the warning as it was. She struggled to stand, struggled to make it over to him. She was struggling to fight, she wanted to get beside him, to help him. But as she just barely managed to get up, they destroyed him. Ripping him to pieces as she watched, his hand extended towards her. It was a white-out in her mind, the scream leaving her as she felt her mind break. The pain was too much, that connection between them had been strong. She felt his pain, as she was sure he felt hers. With him gone now, it was like that was snapped, that comfort of his mind within her own was gone. Her eyes hardened, then narrowed as she ran towards the group of creatures. Everyone else was falling, why was she only one left? She fought the creatures, her body aching. Each swing felt like her wings and arms were made out of lead. Her tears fell freely, and her heart screamed. And then we're caught up in the arms race An involuntary addiction And we're shedding every value our mothers taught So will you please show me your real face Draw the line in the horizon Cos I only need your name to call the reasons why I fought Her eyes opened then, as she drew herself back to the end of the battlefield. It was over now, and she was the last one standing. ----- She whispered his name gently, as her eyes closed. There was nothing left in this world, everyone that had mattered lay broken around her. As she watched their bodies faded into dust and swirled up in a spiral of wind. The spiral whipped around for a few moments, and then fell apart. The dust scattering all over the dead and broken field. She watched as this happened, realized they were all gone for good. The people she loved were why she kept going, why she struggled to live in this world. With them gone there was nothing left. Regret nothing... She murmured as she picked up her sword. Her hands grasping the hilt. It was covered in so much blood, but she didn't care. The reason to live was gone, there was no world to be in. There was no one left alive. Everyone was dead, and she was the last. It would be a lonely existence. If she had made the choice to continue on her own. Her hands grasping the hilt of her blade, and she closed her eyes as she made the choice. Fully extending her arms, she put the tip between her breasts. She jerked her arms in towards her. The kiss of the metal sinking into her skin, felt like a lovers kiss. A caress of smooth sweetness that took away the pain. The kiss of the blade, as it slid into her body and came out the other side. She felt the warmth of her own blood soaking into her garments. The warmth of something bubbled in her throat as she coughed. Trickling and dripping on to the ground as she fell. This was the end of it all. When I thought that I fought this war alone...