Yogscast One-Shots

Zoethian-Say Something

Zoethian-Zoey and Rythian

Say something I'm giving up on you.

Rythian sat, head bowed, beside the hospital bed, holding Zoeys frail  hand between his palms. The monotonous beep of her heart monitor felt distant, the tangled web of thoughts in his head far closer.

I'll be the one if you want me to.

He never got to tell her his true feelings. If he had, could things have been different? If she had known just how much he cared, perhaps she would have listened.

Anywhere I would've followed you.

They could have just left Blackrock and made a new home. The nuke wouldn't have been a problem that way. But Zoey was so determined, confident that she could defuse the bomb. She was so desperate to save their home, so she stayed. And Rythian stayed with her.

Say something I'm giving up on you.

Zoey was so lifeless, so cold, when Rythian found her. Her vibrant red hair was singed brown and short, a streak of radioactive green still long.

Her legs and arm were torn with deep cuts and smears of black. The other arm gone completely. She was unconscious, and hadn't said a word since he last left her side.

And I am feeling so small.

The world felt empty and dull. Life was merely a husk of what it used to be. It was void of her laugh, her smile, her ridiculous rants about mushrooms. To Rythian, the world was dead. He felt as if a part of him were missing, a part that he could not function without.

It was over my head. I know nothing at all.

The sheer amount of magic that it had taken to keep Zoey alive had exhausted Rythian. It was so much harder than it usually would be. The explosion had been so great that it had thrown the balance of magic in the earth, changing it and manipulating it in ways that Rythian did not yet understand. Normally he would be master of the magic, but it was impossible for him to understand just what was happening.

Say something I'm giving up on you.

It had been a month since the explosion. Twenty eight days of Zoey lying pale and bloodied in a hospital bed, twenty eight days of Rythian sitting at her side, neither of them moving. He sat at her left side, as the right arm was not real. It was a wonderous piece of machinery in the form of an arm. A work of art, but science nonetheless.

I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you.

No matter how much Teep consoled him, Rythian could not help but blame himself. When he heard her cries, he had turned and flew back to her as fast as his flying ring would allow. "I miss you, I need you, I-" his heart had stopped when he felt the ground splitting shake, moments before the echoing boom that resonated through the mountains and over the trees. The sound passed right through him. He had been too late.

Anywhere I would have followed you.

He had carried her through the harsh desert, ignoring the scratches of sand that bombarded his arms, his only thoughts were to protect Zoey. His body was a shield, and she was in danger. Throughout the journey, he drew whatever magic he could from the air for her, be it healing potion or raw energy, just to keep her heart beating.

Say something I'm giving up on you.

Now it seemed his efforts had been in vain. The one that he loved with all his heart, and her heart would slowly stop beating. Her warm, gentle heart. Zoey was the kindest person Rythian had ever met, and she had done nothing to deserve the fate that she was being given. It had been so long, the doctor had spoken of there being no hope for her. It was soon to be the end. A single tear rolled down Rythians scarred cheek. He didn't think he would ever have to lose her. He had failed to protect her.

Say something...

"Rythian?"

The song is Say Something by A Great Big World.