Tyranny: Onwards

Chapter 93- Brotherhood Unbreakable

"Oh, Blaze!" Dagwood collapses despairingly and weak onto his knees, I bend down to comfort but also allow some space for the two to reconnect.

My hand lays reassuringly on his back, shivers crawl up his spine and resonate through me. Silver tears pool delicately in his bright light brown eyes and drip into the agreeable and still warm grey stone holding us all. His jaw tightens and I hear his teeth grinding. Dagwood's fingers grip the rock and ball into clenched fists, knuckles turning numb dull white. All muscles in his body are activated and shake. If I had to guess and as I try my best at empathy, I would say his mind and heart are conflicted greatly between hurt, sorrow, ultimate agony, fury, love, loyalty, guilt, a need for revenge but also to stay and protect Blaze, and the gladness that he still lives now.

Of course the list goes on and Dagwood is unique from my own mind with different experiences, but I always at least try to have an open mind and safe yet not hard set of ideas of what the others feelings could be. Not often do my ideas or opinions become unchangeable or even slightly engraved in the stone of my mind. 

As always there are exceptions since I do not believe in slavery or pointless killing, or any killing for that matter; which is far too hypocritical of me, and just because it was to save others is no excuse, I should've tried everything to stop it from being the situation, my own fear caused death. My own fear dug me into a hole, my own fear buried me alive, my own fear killed.

Do I even have the right to believe and value these things anymore? How can I? Am I allowed to? I've broken them so many times over, how can I? I guess time keeps going; yet how am I supposed to forgive myself or accept such terrible acts? This is my own mind.

Maybe, I just have to try and change then.

The reunion before my eyes is more tuned and deeper than the underground rivers raging underneath unseen. Even though Blaze is unconscious, I swear tension leaves his body and his face slides into the tiniest smile, slightly upturned corners, eyes covered more peacefully, breaths now steady and even.

Phoenix removes his hands and severs the connection between the Earth, him, and Blaze. I am quite confused by this but trust he has an admiral reason for doing so, nothing he does is without reason. Long ago I came to the conclusion that he is more conservative of his energy than most would assume, saving it just to make others laugh always, or assist in some way.

Dagwood sniffles and wipes his nose swiftly and harshly, as though in a sturdy unwavering resolve. He raises his head surely, eyes glint and brows bent in determination. A cool winter wind whisks through his hair. I watch curiously as he sits tall and breathes deeply with a smooth sigh out.

My cheeks and nose are touched by the gentle chill and birds have awoken once more, faint twitters reach about the clearing. Phoenix sits still and the others stand at the snows wall on the rock about Blaze. I allow the hand to fall from his silky cloak of warmth and spectate.

A golden light flickers heatedly inside his chest where his heart lays, golden veins reaching up from the stone and pulsing into him. The love, resolve, and absolute determination make it blinding and the powers with ultimate speed spread out his fingertips and blast into Blaze's body.

Blaze's face gains more colour instantly, all wounds disappear immediately, the force from the extreme power sends chilling spiraling gusts and heatwaves, melting the snow further, evaporating waters instantaneously. Dagwood's hair flies up and tangles about in the winds, his face lit with the honey light from his heart, his veins bulge powerfully with the flow.

My hair flings back and my face feels the heavy yet refreshing heat, I can feel the love, resolve, and determination from the winds and the flow striking me and softening my heart against my entire will.

Dagwood's face is solid and he smiles, eyebrows still bent in confidence.

Nothing disturbs Blaze's hair, no air seems to stir around him or ruffle his clothing, the power does not hurt him, but the opposite, closing his arm up and returning him to better health right there. All my wounds are gone, even my dumb rib injury simply from the mere heat and wind off of it.

Amazed I am, but soon am forced to cover my eyes as to not go blind from it or have them burned away to ash.

Trembling noise whips in my ears and the rock cracks and splits centering from Blaze, gaps appear in the grey to allow more golden raw life to thrive and leap out and speed through Dagwood on a brotherhood fueled mission to heal Blaze further.

After a few more minutes of the overwhelming loads of information coming in from all my senses overloading my brain, it fades away peacefully. Dagwood sits there at his brothers side, with a smile of so much tranquility and calm, face perfect and a view that'd put you in awe. The sunsets' behind them and the golden lined brothers are clearly more connected and closer than perhaps even they themselves can comprehend.

Dagwood collapses over Blaze, arms tossed in a last effort of consciousness around his chest and neck. Brother fallen over brother, as a shield, even though he just saved his life, he still drapes his body over Blaze in a last effort. This bond, is something that cannot be described, something that is not meant to be understood or explained.

It's one of those beauties that were created to be enjoyed and seen, to be empowering, to show life and love, resolve and determination, in one of the most powerful ways; yet also in a method not meant to be understood by its witnesses or even by those it radiates from.