A New Dream Begins ❁
Fynn was now at peace--Its verdant fields were dotted with myriad of colorful flowers just as the freedom fighter had always wished for. The wild roses he so adored were growing unhindered, a testament to the peace he sought in bringing an end to the war that had not long ago ravaged and made desolate the flourishing country. Just as the tangling roots were burrowed deep in the earth, Firion too had sprung with a new vigor from his tumultuous past. He had matured after all the bloodshed he had experienced, but unlike his precious flowers, he was hampered.
Hampered by a personal lack of sunlight.
A dark cloud hung over him come dawn and it shaded him throughout the morn, eclipsed him come afternoon. Visibly would he wilt when the warmth of the midday sun approached. It was a stranger to him despite lounging in the meadow, tending to the blushing blossoms. Only his sun stained flesh and golden irises echoed a past where he shone with personality. The emptiness was apparent in his despondency, a far cry from his normal propriety. No, presently he touched the roses with a melancholy hand, a bitter nostalgia clouding his dimmed eyes. His renowned passion had abandoned him.
He had no energy to wander or even be bothered by his companions, who worried--astutely--that he was possessed by visions. The origin of which the concerned had no knowledge, though neither did the disturbed subject. Firion too had no idea of what had left him in such a state, which, of course, only served to further preoccupy him.
The night with its cool, impersonal breezes was better port for his spirit. The world was largely silent and the chill complemented his own restless emotion. Come nightfall one was left to their own devices, to freely indulge in the augmented condition of his inner void. Though the rebel acted with the same desolation no matter the time, he felt as though space understood him and his despair in its reflection. He could no longer tell now when his eyes were open to expanse of the nighttime sky or his own eyelids.
And in this lonely temporal state he waited, for a radiance or purpose still unknown.
