Hnng…
Daiko’s brow twitched for a brief moment at Kerii’s entrance. Coda, on the other hand, rose her avian head energetically at the elf’s arrival, at first thinking her coming here to rid the affliction taking over him. The bird looked joyous for a brief, brief moment… until she noticed the unchanged look of anxiety glued to Kerii’s face. It was… torturous to look at. Coda slowly cowered, lowering her vermillion face into the sheets carrying the slumbering Fire Mage.
His mind was still alive, somewhat. He could say so, because it felt as if he was lost in a desert of memories with sand corns blowing into his face with each step that he took. Was he… walking? But he was lying in his bed a moment ago-
And he still was. On the bed, in the company of Coda and Kerii, Daiko still lied in deep, deadly silence.
What was the meaning of this? Why was he so weakened? Why did this happen to him?
He… he… he was dying.
It was made too clear to him; the vision of the surrounding people, while he slept away, it all hammered the phrase deep into his heart; he was going to die.
But Alisa had helped him! She and the doctors… they told otherwise, didn’t they? Why didn’t he feel any better now? It felt like his mind was going more and more numb, paining him in his own fever dream…
The desert storm kicked up again… but the sand corns didn’t phase him. No, this time, a terrible heat rose from nowhere and enveloped him in the form of large, colorful wings; much akin to the wings that he manifested from his own Takeover Magic. He recognized those wings immediately, but it was so weird to see them detached from his own body… wait… no, they were still attached to his back! Was he using his Magic right now? In this condition?!
The wings began to take shape of other, fire-generated forms… he recognized her immediately. Alisa! As alluring as ever, even as a flame avatar… and Sofia was next to her. He saw Ray, Jan, Criss and the other Blue Pegasi too… no… he saw everyone.
But now… he saw only fire. He couldn’t make up the forms anymore, they all vanished into the inferno.
In the outer world, outside of his head, nothing else happened. He didn’t snort, his breath was calm as void…
”Half a millennium is about to pass.”
A loud, ringing noise called out to… someone deep within his head. Daiko found that voice belonging to no one he knew. At first, he looked around himself, but the voice intercepted:
”I cannot allow myself to fail my next resurrection! My voice has grown… dissociative!”
… How was this possible? His own mouth was saying these words, in another person’s voice! That wasn’t his voice! He didn’t sound so high-pitched, so sharp and ear-ringing! Daiko, what had gotten into you?
Daiko… Daiko!
DAIKO!
“… A… Alisa…” he spoke up with whatever strength he had left, his voice hissy with exhaustion as he gently squeezed her grasp of his hand. Upon opening his eyes, he saw Kerii situated next to his bed as well, her face just as contorted to sorrow as the Guild Mistress’.
… That dream… he was dying because of
his Magic. There was no doubt about it.
And that voice…
his voice. No, the other voice that, somehow, came from him as well… it didn’t feel so strange. He wondered why…
Sofia… she entered too, shining still with optimism and even commenting the scenery with a tint of comedy. Her gentle touch of his forehead did generate a little fire… but just a little one. Who knew how long it could last…
“Sofia… and you…” he mustered up more words, moving his eyes to face the blonde elf whom he had known for longer than the two Blue Pegasi,
“Kerii… s-sorry…” He felt like apologizing, for one reason or another, to the elven girl… he felt like making amends, for his time was running short.
“… M-My Magic is doing this…” Once he realized it, he grew in spirit and began talking a little more, as if fate allowed him a final rite or testimony,
“… A half millennium… I said that… e-earlier.”… He grew tired again. This time, his eyes were the ones to grow droplets of tears akin to Sofia’s as fear and worry clawed at him.
“… I… I don’t wanna… I don’t wanna die yet…” he beckoned to no one, looking straight up at the ceiling with his gasping breath. Once his breath settled, he continued:
“I… I haven’t grown up yet… I haven’t… seen Coda lay eggs yet… I haven’t… I haven’t… loved…”He felt like he was going to miss out on big things in life. It pained him even further; especially the last part… just like Alisa and Sofia, he too craved love. Love… just like…
No…
It was a lost cause from the beginning, Daiko. Your heart wasn’t very fair to you, especially in the presence of those two.
It was never meant to be, and yet your heart flutters.In the waking realization of this, this… embarrassment, perhaps death suited him. He couldn’t help but look at Kerii first, the longest friend he had ever had; now reduced to a shadow of her own past. She didn’t remember him… or Lamia Scale. Perhaps, that was for the best; her inner pain would only have grown in size if that was so… but it didn’t help his own pain.
“Kerii… n-no, Atani… I’m so sorry…”His tears gave up on clinging onto the corners of his eyes and finally trickled down his dry, greyed cheeks as he glanced at Sofia and Alisa. He felt that they, too, deserved an apology.
“Alisa… S-Sofia… sorry… sorry for… for… for falling in love with you both… when it was never meant to be…”His heart was ever naïve, just like his spirit and person. He so easily fell in love back then, didn’t he? He never admitted it, always clinging to his manners and what his mother had taught him, but… he felt like he had caused them wrong… so please…
Forgive him.
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