The Fallen(Nalu)

2- Regrets

A bare back.

That's the trouble of traveling alone.

There's nobody to help you when things start to go awry...

"I'm sorry."

I retract my whip, blood slightly spattered on its tail.

The wolf limps off, it's once great ego thirsting for prey now diminished to a victim.

Another wolf lays lifelessly on the ground to the side. Two more lay to my left, the stillness of their bodies drastic in comparison to the amount of movement they had done previously in order to attack me.

But, although they were attacking me, I can't help but feel guilt for taking their lives.

Traveling alone. While the only person you have to worry about is yourself, worrying about only yourself, with nobody else to watch your back, becomes a burden in its own way.

I sigh, and start to lift my foot to take a step forward, when a rustling sound causes me to turn my head, only barely catching sight in time of the wolf that jumps out of the bushes towards me.

My feet tangle over each other as I move to get out of the direction of its claws. I narrowly escape its path, its claw just barely grazing my hip. I stumble, whipping my head around, catching sight of the wolf crashing into a tree behind me. Another wolf jumps out of the trees, and I hardly glimpse some movement in the bush to my right.

I quickly regain composure and sprint through the brush, my arms going in front of my face to block the twigs and leaves that skim across my cheeks and tangle themselves into my hair.

The scenery around me is blurry, the constant hitting of leaves onto my face causing me to only see bits and pieces. I don't dare stop or look behind me with the knowledge that it could be right on my trail and would sink its teeth into me as soon as I did.

My teeth are clenched and my eyes hard in concentration, and mild annoyance, as I run through the brush as swiftly as I can manage.

My foot catches on a small root of a tree sticking out of the ground and I stumble forward a little bit. That one little stall in movement results in the wolf lurching forward and sinking its teeth into my wrist, causing me to drop my whip to the ground.

I yell out in pain and trip over my feet, falling onto the dirt and twig covered floor of the forest.

It tightens its grip and I groan in pain.. I bring my foot out, kicking it's underside a couple of times, the weight of my heavy boot causing it to loosen its grip. I clench my teeth, my eyes hard in a glare, and kick it's underside again. The wolf finally releases its iron grip on my wrist and I take the chance to stick my foot into its face, making it go backwards and whine in pain.

I use the opening to get to my feet, my wrist throbbing at my side, and run in a different direction.

I stumble through a thick layer of brush and when I get to the other side, my foot doesn't hit the ground as it should have, and instead goes down. My body jerks a little in surprise at the lack of solid ground beneath my feet, and the shock of it leaves me losing to gravity. I start to fall forward, my eyes widening at the great fall that is right below me.

A cliff.

A small cliff sixty feet or so high with more forest terrain going as far as the eye can see at the bottom.

Luck is never on my side.

Panic soars through me as the top of my body falls forward, the edge of the cliff getting farther from my grasp. My body twists around towards the cliffside as my foot slowly slips off of the edge due to the rest of my body already leaning off. My hands flail wildly in front of me to try to catch hold of the rocky side, but my fingers latch onto nothing, and then it's too late and I'm left falling.

Falling to the ground below.

With my body in a free fall, my hands still reach out for anything that could possibly save me, but to no avail.

My whip!

I reach my hand to my belt, and my heart drops when my fingers graze along the empty slot.

My arms stop flailing around me and I let them go limp. They fall through the air, the wind blowing around them.

There's nothing that I can do except wait for the bottom.

My hair whips around my face, leaving a small sting on my cheeks.

I should have just faced it, then I wouldn't be here, falling off the edge of a cliff to the ground below. If I would have dealt with things head on instead of running away, I could still be at home right now...Maybe I would be at Fairy Tail...

But I chose to run away.

Because I'm a coward.

I can think of so many people who I wish would await me at the bottom of this fall, but I will be all alone. I'm going to hit the bottom, with nobody to cushion the fall.

No tears fall from my eyes, because I dried up all of my tears long ago. Even when I face death the liquid just doesn't want to appear.

I sigh, closing my eyes.

Oh well.

I clear my head of all thoughts, of all of the regrets and guilt that I have piled up inside of me and brace myself for the bottom.

A distant image of a warm smile appears in the back of my head despite my attempts to clear all regrets.

My back falls against multiple branches, the sound of them snapping going through my head. Then there's a loud thump that plays in an endless tone in my head, and a loud ringing noise that vibrates through my head as I lose consciousness.

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Falling off of a cliff...hmmm, I wonder where that idea originally came from😳...

Actually the "falling off the edge of a cliff"(cliche I know) scene that's in Memories came from this scene right here👆🏼

I started writing this a long time ago, so I know all of the main events and storyline, but I have to write everything again.😪