You Look So Worn So Thin

He opened his mouth to speak and found his jaw and throat aching from the effort. He swore he felt his tongue crack like heat baked soil in the desert and could instantly taste the coppery sting of blood in his mouth, although that was more than likely from the sores that had formed in his mouth. He rasped a breath as he fought for consciousness, calling for someone . He knew he hadn’t been alone when he had washed onto the frozen shore but who he had come with seemed distant. He felt his eye roll laboriously in his skull as he attempted to make sense of his surroundings but found himself completely unable to.

He was dying. At the tender age of 2 years Tyranis Wreckage, once the leader of Dauntless, once the lightning king, was dying. He could almost feel the presence of his pack; hear them murmur his failure as he slowly began to slip away. Strong Acere who had seen so much potential in a man so young, Legion a boy his age who he had seemed to know his whole life although they had jut met, Aranea, his beloved who he had abandoned more than anyone else in Dauntless, his mother, and his son Rain.

Rain

It was Rain he had traveled with, Rain who had stayed by him on his doomed mission and taken from his mother’s warmth. Where as he? He choked and gasped the boy’s name, hoping to summon him, hoping that for one last time he could see his son, and free him from the duty he had selfishly placed on the boy’s shoulders.