If Only, If Only - Unicorn Wars Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-Five: Misunderstood

(( Road work ahead? Eugh- I sure hope it does.))

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Upon opening his eyes and seeing large lumps of pointed shadows surrounding them, Azulin barely processed that anything was going on, due to everything that had happened to him. His head hurt and the world was spinning at a mile a minue. The colors and shapes and sounds all blended together in some sort of distorted melody. Alluring and off-putting. he couldn't quite put his finger on the feeling with an accuracy.

Just as Azulin went to use his heavy arm to adjust the way he waslying down, he shifted onto his left side, and got ready place his hand on the ground to sit up- but... he leaned forward too far- not noticing that the lower part of his arm was completely gone.

His shaky head just turned itself toward the nub that remained, and he felt himself being taken back to what the world was like the first time. Because, the first time he lost his hand, he would have been sickened by the feeling of sitill having a limb there- the name of the condition of the mind that was associated with these feelings escaped him.

Phandom Limb Syndrome, was it?

He felt as thought he could bend all of his fingers, or even flip his hand over and flex all of them.

Anything.

But his eye wasn't lying to him. His partially bloodied limb and slightly matted fur reminded him very clearly that he was lying here on the ground, half of his vision gone, sore leg and arms as they screamed from the blood-loss and forming bruises.

He couldn't bring himself to actually start cryinng because of the pain he was in. He deserved it.. still... right?

It was just the universes way of getting back at him for him making so many mistakes already and he needed to accept that not everything could go right. Everything being a mess was his fault from the get go. He was... so pathetic.

Azulin eventually forgot that the unicorns were even there, his weakened body falling back to the ground. He landed on his chin, nearly biting his tongue. He closed his dark eye again, too exhausted to do much of anything else- let alone move. He sniffled the slightest bit, before exhaling from his nose.

Gordi hugged his younger twin close to himself, his pink eyes narrowing at the horned horses as he desperately tried to find anything that would keep the horses at bay. Once coming up empty handed, he teared up, knowing damn well that he had no way to protect them both. It was like being examined, looked over in a way. Maybe this is the way that lab mice felt when they were being looked at in their cages and doctors were exposing their needles and curious liquids in syringes.

It was unnerving.

Awful, even.

The second one of the unicorns stepped closer, Gordi leaned over his brother, cradling him in a hug that was meant to be a sort of shield. He would protect his brother, even if it meant that he died. Death wasn't going to stop him from being the good sibling that he wanted to be. That his parents wanted him to be. The kind of sibling that Azulin deserved, and not just some fat, fretful loser- like he was before.

Azulin seemed to be trying to move again, but only flopped on the ground again- his one good eye fluttering closed for the third time.

The unicorns around them snorted, seeming to be communicating with each other, before one of them leaned down again, flicking it's ears and seeming to get a little bit frustrated when Gordi didn't understand the message it was attemping to convey. Gordi only got more defensive, keeping most of Azulin covered- eyes never unlocking with the Unicorn that was closest to them.

Eventually, in attempt to convey peaceful intentions- the large horned horse lie on the ground in front of Gordi- giving a symbol of rest and non-tension.

Gordi seemed to understand, at least a bit, easing his tiring hold of his body over his ailing sibling as he still held him close. He teared up a little bit, the stress not leaving him. All of this pain and worry over the last many days was exhausing and awful.

The unicorn closed it's eyes, the horn on it's head glowing white and mellow. Somber hues mixed with the night sky and drowned out the lonliness and secludedness that Gordi had been feeling before in the disappointingly dark landscape.

It was comfortable... warm....

It was nice...

It reminded Gordi of those dark winter nights that he and his twin would spend by the fireplace within their home in the living room. Or the candles that their mom kept in the kitchen on rainy days. It reminded him of a torch aglow in a cave, of dampened rocks- or the welcoming fire of a camping place in the middle of nowhere. It was small things like these that sometimes gave the pink bear the will to move forward in their stressful world.

Not everything felt like home. But somehow, places glowing with the warm hues of a fire felt complete and welcoming.

Maybe it was just him being sentimental.

Maybe it was him trying to make up for maddening, somberness of this awful mission. Or perhaps he was just trying to find the good in things as he almost always had.

Either way, all of his worries just melted, even if it were a brief sensation of calmness.

Nothing felt right in the world, but he did feel okay.

The light from the unicorns horn found itself favoring Azulin and the few scratches that Gordi sustained on his way down the side of the cliff. They didn't hurt nearly as bad anymore- the pain subsiding in such a way it was as if it was never there in the first place.

Based on what little bit that he could see, Gordi noticed that his brothers missing forearm was healing up a little bit... he wished his sibling had not been left alone with that evil bastard on the cliff, who the hell knew what would have happened if Caricias never had a second thought about turning back and checking on the shouting. However, whatever prices that needed to be paid were there... and they collected- for whatever purposes.

After the glowing had subsided from the unicorns horn- Gordi smiled a little bit, teary-eyed. He felt relief for the first time in days and he leans down over Azulin, listening as his brothers hitched breathing had at least improved a little bit. "Thank you..."

Gordi watched the unicorn stood up again, looking down at them with some strange sort of fondness in it's white eyes.

Gordi continued to look in the white eyes of the unicorn- and he just... got a grandmother type of feeling from it. Sensible, reliable, patient and in-charge. Encouraging, even.

Before he could say much of anything else, he heard talking coming from the tall grass in the distance and it sounded like his fellow soldiers and sergeant... the second they saw the unicorns- all hell would break loose...!!

What was he supposed to do..?!

He can't let this delve into madness like it had several times before... just as he was starting to formulate a plan- Sonrisas came stumbling out of the tall grass- stopping himself the second he spotted the unicorns- who all started to get agitated from surprise.

"Wait, don't move..!"

((To Be Continued))