To Begin Again

Everything felt heavy and crushing. A weight lay over his mind and his body that made every thought, every attempt at movement require incredible effort. Tarnish was vaguely aware of his surroundings from time to time but unable to make his body move, unable to reach out and let anyone know he was there before he was dragged back down into the depths.

Tarnish had lost all concept of time, only knowing that in this moment he felt the pull of possibility. The feeling today that if he mustered up enough effort maybe he could open his eyes. His hearing and smell were muffled, he had no idea where he was but it didn't really matter. He was going to do it, he was going to open his eyes. Fighting through the exhaustion and the pounding in his head he willed his eyes to open and for the first time in ages they did.

He groaned as the light met his now sensitive eyes. Everything was blurry but he thought he could make out a fuzzy, whitish form. "Sid?" he said weakly.