That voice...he was dead, wasn't he? The plague that had been taking over the lands. He hadn't heard that voice for years...and if he wasn't dead, he was dreaming. His mind was full of darkness, distant memories coming back to haunt him as faint voices grew louder and louder. His internal clock was running out of time, he was sure of it. He felt...something. barely, but it was there touching his head. Breath wheezing, he struggled to open his eyes, body struggling to move as they fluttered open. His vision was blurry, but the darkness that threatened to overwhelm him was welcoming.
Translucent green eyes became focused and unfocused as he painfully shifted his head to see what was standing over him. Was it the reaper? No. Something else. With a last ditch effort, he strained to see clearly, and what he saw nearly stopped his heart. "Irune?" His voice was hoarse from not being used for so long, his mind unable to comprehend what he was seeing. He hadn't seen any of them for so long, but he remembered every single one of them. Had he finally crossed to the other side to meet them?
"Speech"
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