GreyBlood. There was so much blood.My head was pounding. The dazzling lights of the rescue vehicles overwhelmed me completely, sending gentle tingling sensations down every one of my limbs. Leaning down beside me, Grey hoisted me to my feet, his shredded armour and dark brown skin dripping in oozing blood. I didn’t try to stop him as he hoisted me to my feet.We passed through the still-smoking crater in the earth where the tanks had fired. The circle of soldiers moved away from us as we passed, their eyes following us silently. As we staggered slowly out into the basin, I only had enough time to look up at the moon in the sky before I started swaying and I grabbed my head as dots swam in my vision. Grey kept me steady, moving towards an armoured vehicle beside the lake and I squinted at it through the haze of blood loss and burning bodies. It looked like a rusted old cargo hold. With a hiss, it opened up before us and we were bathed in dim blue light as we were illuminated by the g
Into The Gorge“I need to see it.”I said it a little too forcefully. For a long moment, Captain Forest only looked at me. After a while, I suddenly feared that he would say no and despite myself, I forced my features to soften.“Please.”I didn’t tell him about the awful feeling in my gut or about the nightmare. But perhaps he saw something in my face, because he didn’t object. Striding forward without a word, Captain Forest gestured with his head for me to follow. I fell in behind him and we walked out of the camp in tense silence, heading towards a cluster of boulders towering high a mile or so away from the lake. Captain Forest didn’t make a sound, but his body language wasn’t hostile as it had been not long ago. He moved wearily, as if he was carrying a great burden on his shoulders, but I could see that he was more alert than he should be; like he was waiting for something to happen. It wasn't difficult to imagine why; he had been the one to disco
I Loved Him OnceI loved him once.A man of heightened morality;Speaking few words, just, rigid and cold.Yet possessing such honour,A burning, undying fury,Quenched only by the sound of my voice.Or ignited by it.I loved him once.A man of hidden demons,He kept that shattered shell buried deep.I had known him always;I knew little even then,Placated only by the fragile hope,That he was mine.I loved him once.A man whose greatest fear,Was the prospect of never facing mortality.That boy of beating fire,Found in the woods,By a little girl chasing a pigeon,Who should have died.I loved him once.A man who tried to save me,Weighed down by that old moral burden.Never did he leave,Running to come find me,Hidden fury no longer encased in stone,I finally saw him.He loved me once.A woman without a name;Too vulnerable and cold to see the truth.So alone within that love,That I never knew his sacrifice;Each aching pain and torture born in silence,Until he was dead.