Bring him home

Lost

Wen Ning was not sure where he was. 

It was black. Endlessly black. He could only see his own hands, which were so pale that he practically glowed.

He had gotten himself stuck here somehow. 

His sister had died to save him, and he was going to die because he got himself stuck. She should be the one to live.

It burned in his memory. He missed her. She might not have been the most affectionate, but she was family, and he loved her. He missed the others as well. Recently he was getting these flashes of memories of the young master Wei. 

Absentmindedly he wondered what he was up too. If he had thought he was dead. It would make sense. He had left Wei Ying to die... Again.

It felt suddenly one day the whole world was bright once again. There was light shining. Wen Ning had almost forgotten what it looked like.

He took a sharp intake of breath as the world around him came into view. 

He took in what had been his home for so long. It was a dark cave. He didn't understand how the rock had been moved. But it had.

He started to walk. At first, with no purpose, not knowing where he was. Then he heard the unmistakable sound of Chenqing. 

He followed, stopping at a stream. He looked at his face in the water. It was covered in dirt, and he was thin and pale.

The only thing stopping him from death a second time was the fact that Wei Ying had placed a powerful spell on him. 

The music started again, and he found himself on a familiar path to the Gusu Lan sect. 

Luckily there was no one around to see him. He was widely known as the ghost general, and it was not particularly something others were fond of.

Wen Qing had always told him that he was no Ghost General. He was just little A-Ning, which soothed the pain of the words. 

Up ahead, he saw a familiar sight. 

"Master Wei," he called throat rough from disuse. 

A pale face shot up from the instrument in his hands. A figure clad in white turned around and faced him.

"A-Ning," Wei Ying called out. A smile gracing his face as the endearing term slipped from his lips. Wen Ning returned the smile with a small upturn of his lips.

" Dad is that the ghost general," Lan Sizhui said, his face torn between horror and awe.

" No, it is Wen Ning," Lan Zhan said, knowing that Wei Ying did not like the term used on Wen Ning.

" From the Wen clan," Jingyi asked his eyes were wide. His mouth dropped open.

"Mn," is all Lan Zhan says as the two exchange a few words.

" Can A-Ning stay," Wei Ying asks his face already, downturned into a pout. Not that Lan Zhan needed any prompting to allow him to stay. So he simply nods. He understands how vital Wen Ning is to Wei Ying. In a way, he was the beginning of Wei Ying's path. He was the one Wei Ying wanted to save. Lan Zhan admired that. 

"Sometimes I forget he is the Yiling Patriarch," Jingyi says, and Sizhui lightly smacks him.

" He is not, he is Wei Wuxian," Sizhui said though he was thinking the same thing.

Lan Zhan gives the to a withering look as if to say 'really.' They both sigh and walk away.

This left Lan Zhan alone with his thoughts. 

He was getting married. 

Tomorrow. 

He wasn't scared or nervose. It just felt right. 

He knew from the moment Wei Ying opened his mouth that he was the one.

Authors note.

Thank you, everyone, for all your support and comments. They keep me going. 

There will be another post coming soon. 

IT'S WEDDING TIME... Maybe