Light
Wind blew over the edge of the caldera. Hisham soothed his soul brother. Everyone was anxious. Anxious as when a favored son went to look for their bond. Four eyes peered through the familiar embrace of the storm, searching for a glimmer of wrongness. A glimmer that the lowlanders would interrupt the event. Running his hands down his soft fur leached away anxiety. There was nothing wrong yet. Just rain, wind and the shadows between them.
It was clear that Twelve Star's did not believe the good intentions of the Gnawers. Good intentions might give too much credit, Hashim thought privately. There was a common enemy though, that was enough. They would be stronger acting together. Surely the Twelve Stars would see that. Fierce wind blew and Hisham shifted his hoofs to better catch the currents that swirled around. It was uneasy, being so close to the lowlanders. Just a couple mountains away and one would see evidence of their greed. Squat ugly buildings carved from Mother's bones. Deep pits eating away and Mother. Hisham rolled his head letting his mane flow through his fingers. Calm. Calm. He couldn't allow himself to become blinded by anger. Not now. Not so close to getting the Twelve Stars to move. He needed to be alert. To watch the rain and winds for anything wrong.
He felt it more than saw it at first. It rippled the wind. Muttered conversations ceased for an instant. Hisham twisted his upper half to see what had happened. The stone rippled in his eyes. How many years as a youth did he spend looking for a flake? For a sliver? For a mote? Even a mote of a stone would bring glory to his family, would bring strength to his tribe. To imagine such a piece existed. If one could call a small boulder a piece. Yes, he could barely see the twitches from the Twelve Stars. This would secure the alliance. It was painful, soul breaking, to give up such treasure. The Y'lith'kai promised more, but it was difficult to imagine there was more stone than this in all of Mother's creation. A nudge from his soul brother reminded him of his duty. He needed to watch the rain, winds and shadows. He turned away focusing all four eyes on the perimeter. Now wasn't the time to marvel. He had a duty.
An eagles cry is a thing to behold. Bouncing across mountains, one would hear it miles and miles away. It had a quality to it, a quality many things lacked, to cut to the soul, to split the barriers of the mind. The power to be heard. An eagle will never cry unless it means to. Unless it means to be heard. The cry that split the caldera had Hashim twisting on his soul brother, desperate to find the cause. An orb descended. It had a singular color that could not be described. Blacker than a starless and moonless night. Blacker than the deep caverns where one could hear the beat of Mother's bones. Blacker than a lowlanders heart. All four eyes whirled around. Pebbles, rocks, and men started to float towards it. Hashim looked up. Who had attacked?Instead he saw the clouds melt away. Light. Burning light. Beautiful light. In a second that stretched on, refusing to move like all things must, Hashim remembered.
He remembered cold winter nights nursing his mother back to health. Of crisp summer days laughing with his brother as they dashed through the village. Of tears, as his brother lay unmoving on his blankets, pale with skin draped over bones as he was consumed by a demon. Of meeting his soul brother and the joy of finally becoming whole. Of warmth, as he buried his face into his fur to protect against the sudden snow storm. Of beauty, as he sat on a mountain's peak and watched the sun rise, rays and warmth dancing throughout the peaks in a shimmering cascade.
Hashim reached down to feel his soul brother's fur one last time. To stroke the beautiful fur that sparkled when the sun hit it just right. To feel the bond. His wholeness. He never made it. Light. There was no sound. No feeling. Nothing.
Hashim departed to seek the stars, a victim of lowland greed.
A.N.
Omake for the Omake throne
@yrsillar
I feel a little bad about posting so many omakes so quickly. I have been feeling inspired lately, so apologies everyone. Please enjoy reading this as I enjoyed writing it.