[sima-xiulan] Remember Me
Leave a âRemember Meâ in my ask, and Iâll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]
She was only a child. âGods⊠why?â
Why would this have to happen to her? Why out of everyone did she have to go through the same thing and why at this age?Â
âWhy⊠sheâs only a child..?â He couldnât comprehend it himself. âThis is a cruel joke, isnât it..?â His sister was blind, that was already a painful thing to deal with, but nowâŠ
He couldnât tear his gaze away from the body of the blonde woman just a small distance away. He felt sick. How was he supposed to cope? How was he supposed to explain to her? People died all the time, they lived in a time of war, but his father had already died and now Xiulan had lost her mother.
Admittedly, he had never liked Glynda Goodwitch, he could have never accepted a replacement for his mother but he had lost her at fifteen and now Xiulan was orphaned at no more than eight.
âGods⊠If this is a ploy then I beg you mercy, just reverse it, she canât die, bring her back if only for this childâ He didnât know what he was saying, all he knew was that there was a little girl in his arms that he would do anything for, even if he had never once begged for anything. Never once had he asked for mercy, never once had he turned to the sky when in anguish, but right now he was seeing a young boy who had watched his mother die with no one beside her and there was no one to hold him like this the way that he was holding his sister.
Xiulan had been here for at least a few hours before he found her amongst the dying flames of a battle- no, it was no battle, it was a massacre. All the bitterness, the hatred, the sadness, the heartbreak he felt began to manifest itself into something terrifying  and his grasp on her was almost suffocating.
The girl wasnât crying, however, her shock had already settled in, but now the world seemed to empty after the hours she had spent alone, contemplating what the screams were, the hot lashes of the flames in every direction, and her motherâs warm embrace protecting her until it all fell silent and she was left with nothing but the cold rain and suddenly Glyndaâs protective arms were just as cold and limp and no amount of pleading with her to wake up had shaken her from her eternal sleep.
She couldnât see but she was conscious of what had happened in its most basic form.
Everyone had left, everything that mattered was erased to the ground but more importantly⊠the people she loved were no longer here.
Oh so very alone and so cold and so hurt with this pain that ignited in her small heart that had not yet even known the ways of the world.
This world? No. This was not her world. This was some terrible place where demons lurked, she wasnât born in this thunderstorm, this chaos, this⊠this loneliness. Her world was full of comforting arms, and goodnight kisses. Full of laughs and days out in the sun, with a warm hand always holding hers- yes, there was always a warm embrace around her.
She could forget this, she could forget all of this and not feel the cold, nor this hatred, this⊠this⊠Her hand slowly touched his shoulder, and like a switch, he suddenly became conscious of her being here, and he smiled, but it was such a sad expression that it immediately shattered and silent tears rolled down his cheeks like hot lava that seared into his skin.
âXiulan?â His voice softened the way it always did when she was nearby, but the way her hands seemed to lightly touch his face as though uncertain of his appearance, made the lump in his throat became very difficult to swallow.
âWhy are you sad, mister?â Her voice was quiet, and the smile on her face would have been beautiful if it hadnât been streaked with long dried tears and blood.
âXiulanâŠâ He pulled back slightly to look at her, bandaged fingers lightly touching her face but she shied away from his touch, and slow realisation set in.
She had made the same mistake.
âDid you get hurt? Mama is really good at treating stuff that hurtâ She murmured, not sure why this man was reacting in such a way, nor able to comprehend what these negative feelings were that she felt from him. Her father would scold her if he knew she was talking to a stranger, but it was alright, because she could just call her mom if something went wrong.
âXiulan, itâs meâ He tried to tell her, but again she shied away. âItâs me, Ziliang, heyââ Why? He couldnât handle this. It wasnât supposed to happen again, it was NEVER supposed to happen again, not to this little angel that had never done anyone any harm.
âWell, I have to go home now, mama and papa are going to get worried, especially papa, he gets mad really easilyâÂ
He would have told her to wait, he would have held her by the shoulders and told her to listen closely and he would have told her that she had nowhere to go to but something inside him just snapped.
The sound a blade being unsheathed rang through the ruins, the silver glinting in the dim light and glistening with raindrops.
He couldnât watch her carry on like this.
âIâm sorry, princessâ
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