One-shits: Spirit Animals (Memes, Theories And More)

Goodbyes

Sad one shot, with blood. You'll see. I  like angst for some reason.

"C'mon Rollan, we gotta-" Conor coughs heavily, the dust clogging up his lungs and halting his breathing. Pitch blackness surrounded the two boys, the cave collapsing long before they could reach the end.

"We gotta go, alright?" Conor repeats his voice much too heavy for a twelve year old, "Meilin and Abeke. They're waiting. Rollan, please," Conor begs.

But the Amayan boy remains silent, blood still coming out of the cut across his forehead. Conor wasn't stupid, he knew what was going to happen to the two of them, but if Rollan could just respond in anyway- he'll feel better about dying. Conor tries to shift around, but screams out loud and collapses backwards, the heavy rock pining his mangled leg to the ground.

"We can get out Rollan, we need to met up with the rest, you and Meilin need to have some stupid fight- and then you both can realize that you need each other. Tarik still has stuff to teach you. I heard that Olvan found something about your mother, we have to leave to find her for you, Rollan please!" Conor rubs his eyes, the dirt sticking to them scratching the soft skin, "I can't do this alone."

The tattoo of Briggan heats up, but Conor ignores it. The wolf would only get hurt down here, he was safer in passive and at least he won't feel anything. Rollan still doesn't stir, blank eyes staring at the rocks keeping Conor trapped. The blood was still coming out of the wound and wasn't going to stop until everything was gone.

Conor begins to feel faint, the pain forcing his body to shut down. The stupid crack, the only source of light directly over him seemed to mock him and his situation, freedom so close, but impossible to reach.

"Please Rollan," Conor chokes out, finally giving up and letting himself cry. The world fades to black before Conor can say anything else.

~We aren't made to last~

Meilin grunts loudly, finally dropping Conor by a rock. The poison was spreading much faster than she thought, the blood in his veins turning black. Exposed veins on his face were darkened just like the stone surrounding them, the skin much paler than before. Meilin summons Jhi, a bright flash flooding the dark tunnels, "Please, you have to do something!" Meilin pleads looking down at the panda, "you're a great beast! A- a healer, Conor needs you, I need you!"

But Jhi does exactly what she started doing after Conor lost conscious an hour ago. Pressing her face into Meilin's side, a comfort, a sign that even Great Beasts can't save all.

"No!" Meilin yells pushing the panda away, realization seeps in and she yells out, "I need Conor! Do something!"

Jhi releases a low moaning noise, a sound of mourning and Meilin's heart shatters, "no, no, no, no, no!" She continues to deny, not ready to accept what was fated to happen since the snake bit Conor. She presses her hand to Conor's forehead, but yanks it back when instead of the usual fire, she touches ice cold.

Even she knew what that meant.

"No, no, come on Conor. You have to get back to Greenhaven. The training- for commander you still have to finish it! There's- There's missions you have to lead and, and, Abeke she needs to hear all the stuff you were telling me, about how you feel, you'll never do that if you don't wake up! You're sixteen Conor, you aren't meant to die down in a stupid cave! You're supposed to die with a parade, and be old, and surrounded by people you care about," tears start to build in Meilin's eyes, but she can't let them fall.