Mercy

He thought he heard his name on the wind. Worse the tug of familiarity on the voice gripped his heart and for one horrendous instant his mind flashed to an image of Celéstin, crumpled and twisted from the landslide. He raced forward his heart pounding wildly as he saw a figure outlined by the empty expanse. Faster and faster his aching limbs drew him closer in a hobbled gaint. He persisted as the adrenaline faded from his limbs and the full brunt of his injuries replaced them “Ce-“ He barked desperately, then froze as the figure came into view.

”Medea?!” He breathed, mouth agape as he stared at his sister. Was this a trick? Had he gone mad? Cautiously he stepped closer to his sister than all but collapsed falling toward her body as exhaustion and pain consumed him. He held onto consciousness, fighting shock as best as he could, his lungs heaving and wind leaving him in whistling whimpers. “Medea.” He spoke again, his eyes searching desperately for her as they threatened to roll back into his skull.

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