[Week 32, Day 5, Dream] When You Break Everything...
Warning for character death and general darkness?
It begins simply, as most things do. It's nothing but a hand stretched toward him - a trembling pale thin hand - earnestly reaching for support, acceptance, rescue. Who or what the hand is attached to is unseen, for the moment; there's nothing but Touya staring down at it, his own hand outstretched, glowing faintly with power that crackles and shifts along his skin.
It's his power. His.
If he touches that hand, it will all flow away from him. He'll become a weak, stumbling, useless human being, without anything to distinguish him from anyone who lives in this world. He'll be unable to see, blind to the creatures that live just outside human attention, to the ghosts that gather around him and seek solace or company.
He'll be no one.
If he reaches out and takes that outstretched hand, he'll give everything away.
There's a snarl, and a turn of the head. "Not this time."
~*~
The scene changes, shifts. There's a little girl flying around on a strange wand with wings, just as easily as if she were riding a bicycle, and a small stuffed-bear-like creature sitting on her shoulder. It would be an adorable picture, except they're... screaming.
"YUE! IF YUE WERE HERE-"
"IF YUE..."
But Yue is gone, and you're the one standing on the ground looking up at them, watching as darkness made solid and real - a wavery form, shadowy and oddly grotesque, bulging at odd angles - takes bites out of flesh, blood pouring down like rain and the screams... oh the screams...
"If you hadn't created that monster with your magic..."
The voice comes from behind you, and you turn your head, watch as the angelic form of your mother - streaming hair behind her, streaming tears behind her - flies past you, clutching at the pieces of what had once been her daughter, your sister, as if she could hold them and heal them somehow.
~*~
It's nothing at all, to become the greatest sorcerer in the world. Two figures - and you can't see their faces, don't know who they are, except one is taller than you and the other a tiny child-form - hold all the magic that was once Clow's, and you - his descendant just as Sakura was - can take it.
It's nothing to take magic from one who hasn't learned to use it.
It's nothing to take all the power into yourself, to draw it in with breath and send it out with breath. It's nothing, nothing at all...
And nothing is what you're left with, standing alone, looking at empty hands which glow with power.
Nothing but a harsh whisper.
"You weren't real anyway, Yuki."
[Touya, like some others, wakes up with a symbol on his forehead. He's lying not on his futon but sprawled out on the floor, in his bedroom in the ryokan.]
It begins simply, as most things do. It's nothing but a hand stretched toward him - a trembling pale thin hand - earnestly reaching for support, acceptance, rescue. Who or what the hand is attached to is unseen, for the moment; there's nothing but Touya staring down at it, his own hand outstretched, glowing faintly with power that crackles and shifts along his skin.
It's his power. His.
If he touches that hand, it will all flow away from him. He'll become a weak, stumbling, useless human being, without anything to distinguish him from anyone who lives in this world. He'll be unable to see, blind to the creatures that live just outside human attention, to the ghosts that gather around him and seek solace or company.
He'll be no one.
If he reaches out and takes that outstretched hand, he'll give everything away.
There's a snarl, and a turn of the head. "Not this time."
~*~
The scene changes, shifts. There's a little girl flying around on a strange wand with wings, just as easily as if she were riding a bicycle, and a small stuffed-bear-like creature sitting on her shoulder. It would be an adorable picture, except they're... screaming.
"YUE! IF YUE WERE HERE-"
"IF YUE..."
But Yue is gone, and you're the one standing on the ground looking up at them, watching as darkness made solid and real - a wavery form, shadowy and oddly grotesque, bulging at odd angles - takes bites out of flesh, blood pouring down like rain and the screams... oh the screams...
"If you hadn't created that monster with your magic..."
The voice comes from behind you, and you turn your head, watch as the angelic form of your mother - streaming hair behind her, streaming tears behind her - flies past you, clutching at the pieces of what had once been her daughter, your sister, as if she could hold them and heal them somehow.
~*~
It's nothing at all, to become the greatest sorcerer in the world. Two figures - and you can't see their faces, don't know who they are, except one is taller than you and the other a tiny child-form - hold all the magic that was once Clow's, and you - his descendant just as Sakura was - can take it.
It's nothing to take magic from one who hasn't learned to use it.
It's nothing to take all the power into yourself, to draw it in with breath and send it out with breath. It's nothing, nothing at all...
And nothing is what you're left with, standing alone, looking at empty hands which glow with power.
Nothing but a harsh whisper.
"You weren't real anyway, Yuki."
[Touya, like some others, wakes up with a symbol on his forehead. He's lying not on his futon but sprawled out on the floor, in his bedroom in the ryokan.]
