Twilight of Shepherd and Calamity

Ch28 Light in Darkness

illustration reference: Pandora Hearts-- Retrace LXVII: Lacie

Velvet Pov(time after ch26)

'To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause: there's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life'

Running, running, without an aim.

Remembering the last moment in the fire, I heard the scream.

Hands there waiting for a rescue, waiting for a pull.

Hence I go to rescue, like a fool.

Have withstood pain after created uncounted affliction.

Have never been understood and never sought for realization.

To be, or not to be: that is the question.

To be, hell is more worthy of me; not to be, Death is too cheap for me.

Known to my unatoned sin, yet I stained with blood again.

Known a should of atonement, yet those hand will never hold anything.

For my regret, I set the fire and then set out a rescue.

Forgiveness is never prayed, and yet I am also looking for an excuse.

To retrieve, I ran into the fire.

To atone, I play the role of savior.

I have no regret, this is the only path.

Yet, I should have known a scourage save nothing.

A familiar face of an old lady exposed from the rubble, staring at me.

My hand bloody stained, my vision redden, everything is covered by a red light mist.

Running, running, without an aim.

I pretended to hear none of the voices, see none of the faces, to those who used to familiar to me.

The thickets hide the way of the path with branches hide the sun.

Unaware of the way, I escaped from the burning wood.

Straying, walk astray in wood.

Lost the true direction, see a tilted compress half-buried in lifeless earth.

Compass....I think of Laphicet or creed of one. Not like I care about the creed, I walked away.

I am stumbled by likely exposed tree roots on my way, but when I looked back, I found no woods or roots.

Then, I feel a constraint on my leg.

My leg is grabbed by an emaciated hand, it is lifeless like it is a hand of a rotten dead body.

It is climbing from its nature earth grave.

The resentment displayed from the single red light in its orbit, the light glows and scan through me.

"Why.Why...alive??" winds blow loud around my ears as if someone curse.

I crawled forward to resist the day of the dead.

Suddenly, the whole surface stratum crumbled and I barely grab the edge of the cliff.

I looked into the abyss created from the collapse.