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Chapter Twenty One~ The Galaxy of my Heart |
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I watched his lithe form faded from view and was slowly broken apart by the deluge of light and colour poured out from the stars.
That's one thing I'll never get use to. How dark it is in the finite world.
These lights are not the ephermal lights of the city, the unstable glow of a candle or the smoke producing flames of a hearth. These are touch lights that caresse the soul just as easily as they beam down upon us.
I tilt my head back, letting them wash over me.
"Anako..." A soft voice called out to me.
I turned to face Master Hyiru, his soft eyes full of worry and unease. He was clinging to the doorframe, his sickly thin body truely wrecked by the passage of the eons it's endured.
I was quick to his side, helping to support him.
His mind was a sharp as ever and his heart still knew no boundaries.
"Please... take me too." He murmured softly, his dying grey eyes bore into mine. "It is the least you can do for a dying old man." He chuckled, knowing his outer appearence betrayed his true age.
"... Your-" I began but he held a thin finger to my lips.
"My sucessor has been named and he has been training with me for over two hundred years." He said, limping forth tot he rail.
"Master Hyiru..." I could barely comprehend his words. He's never spoken so illogically.
Here he can be healed and reincarnated, even without me here to see to it personally. Within a few millenia he's be back, his body reborn anew. On the finite plane however his soul would remain suspended until the end of my exile there.
"...Are you-" I tried again but still he pressed his finger to my lips.
"I will not remain in limbo if you bring back my body to here. I've been researching this." He said lowly, "Consider it part of an experiment." He chuckled dryly, his body shuddering with obvious fatigue.
"As you wich, my master." I said solemnly and together we transported back to the finite realm.
Rhyns was pacing around the tiny table when we reappeared, his hands knitted together and continuously working themselves into furious knots.
I felt gravity tug at me and I felt Hyiru nearly collaspe to the floor.
"Oh my!" He exclaimed, his delicare voice ringing in the completely different space. "The gravity here is so strong!" He fell onto me, trusting me to keep him balanced.
Rhyns whipped around, his eyes wide with shock. I seen his eyes roll up in his skull before fell back. He thudded sickeningly against the floor. Both Hyiru and I winced at the sound and looked on to see if there was any sign of life.
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None.
"Oh my." Hyiru spoke first and staggered to his side.
He collasped by his side, pressing his ear to Rhyns' chest. His head rose and fell with Rhyns' deep inhalations. He tapped his spindly fingers against Rhyns' forehead before sliding off him.
"He lives." He stated, curling up beside him. "He is very warm."
I nodded and pressed the back of my hand to Rhyns' forehead. He was no warmer than usual but to Hyiru anything above 20 degrees celcius was hot.
I gently shook his shoulder, trying to rouse the strange finite.
His eyes flickered a few times before squeezing shut. He groaned and rolled into Hyiru. Hyiru squeaked and tried to flee but his frail body only floundered against Rhyn' and the floor. He squeaked again and tried to flap his arms and fly away.
I sighed heavily and shook my head. Just what I needed, another carefree, illogical being.
"Anako! He's crushing me!" Hyiru plead, pinned und.er Rhyns.
"Rhyns you are going to injure my guest." I said lowly, picking him off my poor master.
Hyiru dragged himself up, leaning on the table for support.
"Don't do that to an old man." He panted, his forehead shining with a thin shean of sweat.
"Old?" Rhyns spectualed, eyeing the dying professor.
"Yes, he is older than sun and moons of many galexies." I stated, noding curtly.
Rhyns leaned in closer, his one hand clutching my shoulder so he could lean into Master Hyiru. Hyiru flicked his nose and fell back, leaning against the couch.
"The scientist..." Rhyns breathed, recognizing the dying man.
Hyiru waved pathetically, curling tight against the couch.
"I go sleep now." He said softly and was instantly asleep.
"Will he be alright?" Rhyns asked, honestly concerned. "He seems very ill."
"He is dying. He wanted to come vistit this place while he was still alive." I said setting Rhyns down and scooping up my incapacitated master.
Rhyns followed me to the bedroom where I placed Hyiru on the bed. Rhyns stripped him of his jacket and shirt and laid a blanket over his bonet chest. Just about every bone was visable and his skin was sallow and slick with perspiration.
However I had acciedently woken him, he took my thin wrist and gazed up at me with those liquidy eyes.
"I'm sorry, Anako..." He whispered, his slight smile sapping the remained of his strenght.
He might make it through the night, he might even be able to walk, but right now, he needed his rest.
"Sleep." I commanded and he did so without the slightest hesitation.
I exited the room to find Rhyns sitting on the couch. His hands folded delicately in his lap and eys unfocused.
"He's so old that eons have nothing on him yet even with those appearences he is dying..." He whispered, his voice quavering.
"He is old and tired. His eons are drawing to a close." I stated, silently moving to his side.
"What are you?" He asked, the fear in his voice unmistake about.
"We are infinites." I said proudly, locking his scared eyes with my intense ones.
He shook his ehad and adverted his gaze.
"I can't... no... How?" He sputtered, his voice lost with in the tumult of thoughts cascading through his mind.
After a long pause he looked up.
"Infinites? Gods?" He asked, looking to me for clearification.
"You'd have to ask Hyiru, he knows this better than I." I said, leaning back into the corn between the arm and back of the couch.
"... Will he... make it... to tommarrow?" He asked slowly, trying to pick his words carefully.
"He isn't use to the gravity here but if he gets his rest he will live long enough to answer all your questions." I leaned back against the corner, my eyes sliding close.
My mind flashed back to the dazzeling sights of my glaxey, my home.
Home.
What is it about this place also seems to make it like my home?
There are no galaxies to pretty and clear in the sky that their lights send colour into our very souls. There are no celestial bodies drifting through, their psiren like song drawing the dreams hidden with our souls to mind. There wasn't a life so long that it had to be wasted. There wasn't death. At least the kind of death that Hyiru is subjectation himself to.
How was this home?
Abruptly Rhyns slid onto my lap, his lithe form seeming even more tiny tonight. He curld against my chest, his eyes fulling shut as sleep claimed him.
I stroked his hair, letting the long twining strands dance through my fingers.
Yes. This qualified as a home. It was pretty. Life was pretty, this life was. The life I had lived doesn't even count as living.
I was merely existing.
Now Hyiru is living. He wanted to defy our way. He wanted to live, even if that means dying.
 Ray the Good Soldier · Fri Oct 12, 2007 @ 05:58am · 0 Comments |
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