Horned Dawnbringer

Shoreline's peace shimmers one last time.

[Scout]

Within the next room, the light beams bordering the walls, lead to some kind of illuminating pool on the floor, in the dead center of the room.

A different scent arose from this pool, a scent that brought me strange memories from, who I believe belong to someone else.

Sitting in that pool, I wasn't able to recognize at first. Yet, I knew that face... I called his name, almost screamed it.

"Kris!"

"Daffodil! What are you doing here!" He smiled, and sunk his thin, dark face into the pool. His sharp eyes, looking into mine.

"Mind telling us where we are love?"

(In swedish) "I almost lost my damn leg, if that gives you a clue..."

"Oh honey." I murmured. I noticed there was a huge wound on his face, right under his left eye.

"Must have been some kind of tussle getting down here eh?"

"Ohoho you bet. It would have been better if I was able to wear my civilian clothes." His short jet black hair illuminated with the bath's contents.

"Did I know you before we met on this island?" His question threw me off, yet, when I met him, I believe I knew him from times long forgotten, or, that's what my gut tells me.

My mind shit off, like a switch suddenly turned off the light.

A face suddenly appeared within this new void. I wasn't sure what it was of but it had burned itself deep within my mind.
It looked human, but different.. but I noticed it's eyes were blacked out.

Within a corrupted voice, it echoed, "På något sätt är du fortfarande här?  Men är du inte aska?  Var är din kropp?  Kommer du ihåg något?"

I found myself waking up, I knew it was swedish, but I was a bit rusty of what it said.

"Kommer du ihåg något?"

"Remember anything?"

...

"Love!" I heard the cry of my fiance next to me.

I noticed that I was in some kind of bed, and what I noticed behind me was a repeating mechanical beep, almost shreading at my ears.

"It's been three weeks. Are you okay!" He's not a very huggy person, most Pisces men aren't but it meant something was real when it happens.

Three weeks?

Holy shit, three weeks.. what happened?

"I don't know.."

I had no feeling in my legs, it hit me hard at this moment..

A great stroke of melancholy rose throughout my brain and chest.

What's a shifter supposed to do without their legs? The only possible outcome to this situation is to succumb to shock, as so, our bodies are far fragile unlike humans.

This means... I'll never get married. I'll never get to live out my dreams...

Kristoff saw it too, but I could tell he's starting to disassociate. It looked to me that he doesn't want to face this either.

I noticed his movement was a bit slower than usual, his eyes were glazed and the whites within them had a bit of a reddish hue. A light skunkish-grassy aroma came from his leather jacket.

"Hey.. when I get discharged from here, can I have some of that?" I whispered in swedish. He gave me a little smile.

"Ah.. my sweet little flower.." he said within his cheerful haze. "Of course."

[Beltboy]

Haywood vanished within the darkness of the hallway.

I then realized I stood alone, within the void as I felt the entirety of the universe began to shift.

I noticed something pulsating in the air.. like the house was breathing with this dark silence.

Within a second, everything returned to the way it was.

The next morning, Haywood and I had a lively chat of what happened when we split ways.

Unfortunately Yvette's condition worsened. She began to run a high fever, as her pinkish-olive skin was white as the snow outside.

There it was again.. that pulsating, I don't how to describe but I think I broke reality.

Yet.. a new feeling began to arise..

I felt like I was being watched this time.. that same feeling that I felt.. wait..

[Somewhere within the developed world]

Olathe was opened up for drone travel, for the first time ever.

The Sargent brought me into her office to inform me this. Also we got word from Arkantos militia for the first time since the disaster.

Our Sergeant wanted a few of us privates to scout out Olathe for survivors, since, word got out that one of the last known Olathians was killed within an accident.
That very Scientist was charged with manslaughter and life in prison.

[Kristoff, two days later]

These past couple of days have been hard for us, as I noticed that my love's health began to rapidly decline. She began to loose weight, as she became wheelchair bound.

We took a walk around the boarded harbor by our house, as my memories with her grew stronger..

I recently bought some violet dragon claw buds, yet.. I don't know I can smoke it anymore..

I don't know if I can do anything anymore.

I look to her red eyes, once full of life and happiness, almost glowing a beautiful radiance. Grayish and dull now, reflecting her pale face.

"You don't deserve this... I sence the future.."

"Babe.. it's okay.."

"Buckle up, Kris." She weakly looks up to me, giving me a face full of fear. "The future it going to get rough.. watch over Benny, bring him to safety, if they know he's alive he will end up like us, or hell, worse."

She went quiet for a moment.

"Everything is temporary." She muttered under her breath.

The sun began to set upon the coast. Watching upon the waves, I recalled the night we met, gave a little laugh upon finding ourselves making out under this pier rather late, the mist surrounding us had fleshy undertones as we felt our souls connect.

She was so strong.. so firey, so passionate. She doesn't remember what happened, but I do notice something different about her... the mark on her eye. Almost looking like a rather large cut.

I had a sinking feeling when my eyes set upon that..

That means turmoil is ahead for those who bare it..