Again: The Breach // Completed

Chapter 5: Waterfallen

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Shadowy hands, formed by the foliage grasped at my running figure as I passed. I slowed down as I reached the brink of a waterfall, it threw itself over the edge, pounding it's childish fists upon the glassy water below.

Zephyr landed beside me with a sigh of wind and embraced me in a tight hug.

"Spirit! Where have you been? We were searching all day for you,"

"Day? But it's night," I asked, confused.

"You've been missing all day and night,"

"I just fell asleep, I didn't die or anything," I said slowly confused that I'd been sleeping for almost a day.

He held both of my hands, our skin tones glowed slightly in the moonlight.

"I was really worried, I thought you had gone recon or something,"

I snorted, "Do you know what that means?"

"Nope!" He yipped enthusiastically, I sighed and he shed the humorous mask, "fine I thought you had gone missing in action,"

"But I didn't, I just fell asleep," I murmured, embarrassed by his concern. Somewhere deep within me warning bells that hadn't sounded since before The Breach rung inside of me. His hand touched my chin and lifted it so I was looking into his eyes.

"Please, don't anything like that again, I care-" he cut his words short and looked away, forbidding them to pass his lips.

"What?" I asked. Knowing through the telepathic connection that there was something he wanted to say.

"Hold onto me," he said. I looked into his eyes, which were alight in the moonlight.

I took a step towards him, cautiously wrapping my arms around his middle, pressing a cheek to his chest where I could hear the slightest beats of his heart.

The wind stirred, and I pressed closer to him a we began our ascent, soon enough the fluffy curls of clouds enveloped us. I yawned, trying to re-calibrate my ears as the air pressure dropped. Zephyr picked up my legs as if he was cradling a baby, and he began to push the winds in a certain direction which I noticed was South.

The craggily terrain was sloppily cut by the beaches as if a four-year-old had decided the world was her art and crafts project and had gotten tired with East Coast of Australia.

Zephyr began to drop, and I screamed but it was torn from my mouth as soon as the cry passed my lips. However, as soon as the drop had begun, it ended. Zephyr hovered above the treeline and found a point to land.

"Why am I here?" I asked, catching my breath, and hoping my stomach would abandon it's dreams of being an acrobat, "is this some kind of secret hangout?"

"I tell you soon, but come on,"

Zephyr latched his fingers in mine, and lead her to where the trees thinned, and I noticed we were on the edge of a cliff, interrupted by a feeble wooden rail which shed a worrisome amount of wooden chips and splinters .

Zephyr guided me up stairs, each of them was moss covered and loose, like any second the crawling vines that sewed them together like beads would fall apart and the crumbling human structure would fall apart. Above stood a lighthouse, still standing proudly, because surviving the Breach was an achievement worthy of recognition.