The Moonlapse [ABANDONED]

VII

How long has it been, Bristlefrost?

Of course, I know you can't hear me. I'm just...thinking. Thinking is the only thing I've been able to do since we lost against Ashfur.

I don't know how long it's been. It feels like I've been like this for moons. But whenever I look up to the surface, it's still nighttime out there. I don't know how it could take so long for just a drop of morning light to appear in the sky. It hasn't even paled yet. Maybe I just find everything slow, it's always so painful here. But not to this extent. I don't know how a night could last for what felt like a year.

What has happened in your world? Is Ashfur dead? Are you and Shadowsight okay? I wish I could know. I wish I could be free. To any cat walking past the Moonpool, I'm just a corpse in the ice. I would do anything to be able to scream, to yell out for help, but not even my lungs can move. I can't even plead with my eyes, the ice has cut off any and every kind of movement. Even blinking, even twitching. I am frozen. 

So I'm just here, waiting for a miracle that I know will never come. Cold, alone and paralyzed. I love you, and I miss you.

I'm sorry, Bristlefrost.

The sun took a year to rise.

I have forgotten your face.

I'm so sorry, Frost.

I don't even know if I can fully remember your name.

The ice doesn't feel painful. I think after all this time, I've just sort of gotten used to it. It's just a normal thing being in mind-bending pain, unable to move, breathe or even blink. It's still so strange though. My head is in a horrible, throbbing pain. Everything feels like it's spinning, rushing around me even though it's the most still and silent thing you could imagine. I don't know if I'm looking up or down.

Help me, please. I don't remember who you are, I don't really remember who I am, really. But I wonder what the world was like before I was trapped. I know it must have been beautiful, based on all my memories. I just want to see it. 

Weeks in their world, decades in his mind.

Who am I? 

Where am I?

This cold is all I know. 

It's not even cold any more.

But somehow, I feel like there was something before this. When I try to think of how I got here, I remember eyes the shade of...this place, I exist in. And whenever I do, I feel this strange feeling. A feeling I've never felt anything close to, a burning heat. I want it back. I want to leave and feel that emotion again.

I want to be free.

The world went through eight moons.  But to him, it was thousands of years. To him, it was an eternity.

Home.

Colour.

Nothing's here.

No thoughts.

No place.

Nothing.

But there's one word.

The word is the only thing that exists.

Bristlefrost.

What is it?

Then, darkness swamped him.