A Change In The Horizon || The Lost One AU

25.Return to Sender

AN

I just wanted to preface this with either today (March 2nd) or yesterday was TLO's anniversary. I can't believe that I've been writing for an entire year and I'm so glad that I did. I honestly don't keep up with projects for very long usually, and I think it's because of you all that I've gotten this far. So thank you all, and hopefully I can see this all through to the end (I've got a very long way to go if I write everything I have planned-). Without further ado, let's get to it!

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Everything was blurry, nothing made sense. Miesall could not comprehend his sight. All that he could understand was the sharp pain that started from his chest and burned through his veins like a hundred thousand — no, a million— explosions all at once occuring all throughout his body. He was vaguely aware of how his magic pulsed, causing his body to converge. Far away, someone was saying something.

'—sall! M.... Ou—... ere? M... ll?! Wake... up!! Miesall, please!!' A familiar hand begged against his skin as he came to. He now had a loose hold on his vision, blurry but at least he could mostly point them as he wished.

Xelqua was there, kneeling on the ground. In his arms he carried a bloodied lump that jerked dangerously, often hitting him, but he didn't try to avoid it. Two different lights shot out of the person's chest like lightning; sparking in two colors that clashed together in a battle of their own. A Watcher's lavender and a Listener's lime green.

Just what was it that Xel was holding? A person, surely. Miesall took to his natural state of being, even as the pain left him not functional as he normally would be.

Where was his body, he wondered. More importantly, were those tears streaming down Xel's face? Why was he crying and why was he signing to him? Did he want to help this person? No... he was saying something about waking up. That only yielded more questions, questions he couldn't find the words for in his current mental capacity.

He tried to respond, he really did. Maybe it worked and maybe it didn't, but he couldn't see wherever he was and his receptors were so overwhelmed that he couldn't tell if his body had listened to his request. Even if it had, he honestly had no idea what he had replied.

"Miesall!" Xelqua exclaimed in both forms of communication. "You're awake, oh thank the Great Ones you're awake!!" He began quickly speaking, speaking so fast that the Watcher couldn't keep up at all. Something about... Allec, did he say?

His heart nearly stopped as he remembered how the Listener had dragged him into battle. His mind eye's replayed it all at once, including how the arrow had gone right through his chest, the source of the pain he felt now. Suddenly everything was coming together, making much more sense than it did before.

He studied the bloodied lump of a body in Xelqua's arms, trying to figure out the one piece that was missing: who that was. He watched on for a few moments, growing more aware of everything by the second. He couldn't help but notice the patterns of the convulsions seemed to match theirs. Unless... it was his body?!

Alarm rang throughout his entire body, causing him to shudder.

"Hey, hey," Xel said, lowering his head so he could speak into Salt's earwing. "It's going to be okay, okay? Just, just relax, okay? Here, your body is going to heal you like it always does! Look, I'll even help!" He sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than Miesall. Naive and inexperienced as he was, even he knew the outlook. Blatant lies flew out of tongue, flowing like a rushing rapid as he prepared his magic. In that moment, he clearly wouldn't have cared if he was sent to the Void for the rest of his days, he needed them both to believe it. Maybe then...