This is my first time posting a story here, or anywhere public for that matter, so please forgive me if I made any mistakes.
The pain was becoming unbearable again. Sickness crawled over and beneath her skin like a parasite, and she wondered how she arrived in this state
yet again. She tried so hard, so very hard to cure herself, but the ones in her care multiplied their inflictions by the hour. She loved them so
very much, and she cried for them and for herself. Often she prayed they would feel her love and return it in some way. Sometimes she could feel
bits of her love returned here and there, but not enough, never enough. She shuddered more often now, and she knew that the time was soon coming when
her body would break free of her control and cleanse its self.
Shudders wracked her body, but they were so soft they went unnoticed. She cried often now, for she knew it was too late to save those she loved.
Even though her children continued to destroy her hardened skin, poison her wispy-like hair, and disrupt the flow of her blood, she loved them and
still struggled to provide their every need. One day they would understand. One day their spirits would have a direct connection to hers and they
would hear what she heard, feel what she felt, and remember who they were. It would be a glorious time, like it was in the time before. As she
remembered, she slowly drifted away to the cocoon of sleep. She smiled as she went, and through her single last tear, she saw her loved ones as they
struggled along, and silently kissed them goodbye.
As she drifted off, the energy that sustained her slowed in its forward rotation. As it reached the point when it would cease to move, it started to
rotate in the opposite direction. It picked up speed and for the life she carried, it seemed as if she was being torn apart. Throughout the whole
of her body, huge wounds tore her skin, the fires of her blood erupted in violent explosions, and the creations of her children joined in the
destruction. The tubes of fire that they once used to threaten each other, burst open and attempted to seize both land and sky. The breath of burst
tubes weaved itself with the breath of her blood and created a blanket that hid the sun. The cleansing would be more harsh and complete than in the
times before. Her children’s wails of pain and sorrow were silenced in an eternities’ instant.
As she slept she dreamed. At first her dreams were filled with pain, but that pain quickly faded away. In her new dreams she joyfully danced with
her children, and together they sang songs of love. Her children were more beautiful than ever, as if they were brighter and filled with the
brilliance of the sun. She knew with certainty that when she awoke, her children would be few, but they would sing the songs of her dreams.
(A story by Sylvrshadow)