11-02-2016, 03:13 PM
AKHIL
It’s a frightening feeling: aging.
He hadn’t noticed it at first. After the Reckoning, he had felt normal. He still had his wings, still moved quickly and with a sharp awareness. Nothing changed except the land -- he had seen in change before, and though his heart burned for the Deserts, he knew it would change again. Beqanna existed in cycles, after all.
And then one morning, he was stiff waking up. His knees popped as he stretched and it took him almost an hour of walking around aimlessly before he felt back to normal. It only worsened by the day -- he grew tired and slow, more reliant on his wings for transportation if he could even muster up the energy to go anywhere. In all of his nearly hundred and fifty years being alive, he had never felt this way. He tried not to think of it, as overbearing and uncomfortable as the pain was.
The meadow is the easiest place for Akhil to stay. There are always others around, and though they generally leave him alone, their presence at least makes him feel like he’s being social. Occasionally, on a good day, he retreats back to Epithet and Leona, but eventually he is pulled back to the Meadow. It is one of the few places that is familiar, that is the same as Before.
He sees her, then.
She is striking -- a mix of white and pale gold spots and brown stripes. He is attracted to her -- not in the physical way but in a way that he could sense, even with the loss of his mind reading, that they were similar. He felt as though they had both seen so much, experienced more of life than any one should and were now being punished for it in some way.
It’s going to be alright, he wanted to say as he approached her, to reassure her or maybe to reassure himself, but instead he says only: “Hello. I’m Akhil.”
He hadn’t noticed it at first. After the Reckoning, he had felt normal. He still had his wings, still moved quickly and with a sharp awareness. Nothing changed except the land -- he had seen in change before, and though his heart burned for the Deserts, he knew it would change again. Beqanna existed in cycles, after all.
And then one morning, he was stiff waking up. His knees popped as he stretched and it took him almost an hour of walking around aimlessly before he felt back to normal. It only worsened by the day -- he grew tired and slow, more reliant on his wings for transportation if he could even muster up the energy to go anywhere. In all of his nearly hundred and fifty years being alive, he had never felt this way. He tried not to think of it, as overbearing and uncomfortable as the pain was.
The meadow is the easiest place for Akhil to stay. There are always others around, and though they generally leave him alone, their presence at least makes him feel like he’s being social. Occasionally, on a good day, he retreats back to Epithet and Leona, but eventually he is pulled back to the Meadow. It is one of the few places that is familiar, that is the same as Before.
He sees her, then.
She is striking -- a mix of white and pale gold spots and brown stripes. He is attracted to her -- not in the physical way but in a way that he could sense, even with the loss of his mind reading, that they were similar. He felt as though they had both seen so much, experienced more of life than any one should and were now being punished for it in some way.
It’s going to be alright, he wanted to say as he approached her, to reassure her or maybe to reassure himself, but instead he says only: “Hello. I’m Akhil.”
sit back and watch the world go by.
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please kill me I don't even know what this is