Wednesday has come around again, and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction.
He heard everything.
Voices crashed over him all connected by Iramen’s Light. The waves beat his mind as he stood within the red glow. Yaiden held arms before himself, as if that created a barrier between him and the voices. It did not.
He had been bred to be this sacrifice. A child of bloodlines carefully tended and intertwined. Able to hear the song. But he could not.
Yaiden dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around his head. He had to banish the voices. He had to hear the chorus. Closed off. Open to all.
Everything at once.
Iramen’s Light demanded this of him. The voices shifted about him. He heard pain. The joy. The desperation.
He could not block them out to find himself. He could not hear the chorus. Yaiden drowned in the waves.
He could not fail. He had to merge with the chorus, bringing it to harmony before the discordant echo drove everyone mad.
But how could he stand against the flood? He crumbled to the ground.
Yaiden. The quiet voice drifted beneath the onslaught. Yaiden, I am here.
Opening his eyes, he gazed into the light and reached as if he could see the person who’d spoken standing before him. “Mother,” he said breathlessly.
Nearly believed her hand grasped his, he felt her wrap around his consciousness, singing a lullaby. Buying him the space he needed.
Yaiden stood, ready for Iramen’s Light. “Thank you, Mother.”
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