May 20 2016, 04:05 AM
Eridanus was quiet today; if one had listened closely, they would have heard the sound of insects chirping, the distant gurgling of tiny streams. Maybe the rustling of cave deer foraging in the undergrowth or the flutter of a bird in the trees. The scene was peaceful. Quiet.
Deathly quiet.
Beneath a homey blanket of large fern leaves, a tiny creature lay, curled up into a ball. At a glance, it seemed almost as though it were sleeping, but if one looked closer they would have seen the deathly tremors that racked its fragile form. A gemstone that danced in thousands of rainbow flickers emerged from its skull in a headdress of sharp, piercing spires. The fur around each spire was stained dark and betrayed the weight carried by the little life lying here, alone.
For the first time of her life, Destiny had become its pawn. She'd lost hope, there was no optimism to be found in this state. There was no one here to see her struggle, to comfort her. She couldn't move. Pains shot through her skull with every spasm, twitch and tremor. For the first time in her life, the little one feared that this would be the end; but it just kept on going. Never easing or waning. She just kept on breathing harsh and trembling breaths. Every so often she'd try to open her eyes, but even when she did, she saw nothing. What anyone else would have seen, an agonizing truth, were the dark, sticky tracks down her face and a small puddle of red forming beneath her bill. Occasional coughs racked her form as she breathed in streams of her own clotted blood.
Gazing listlessly out at the peaceful world, Destiny's eyes were bulging out of their sockets, rainbow colours paled and bloodied. The peaceful world of today was the last thing she'd see with her own two eyes. Even with her boundless optimism, even Destiny could see the truth. Denial would not bring back her sight.
This was the beginning of her end.
Deathly quiet.
Beneath a homey blanket of large fern leaves, a tiny creature lay, curled up into a ball. At a glance, it seemed almost as though it were sleeping, but if one looked closer they would have seen the deathly tremors that racked its fragile form. A gemstone that danced in thousands of rainbow flickers emerged from its skull in a headdress of sharp, piercing spires. The fur around each spire was stained dark and betrayed the weight carried by the little life lying here, alone.
For the first time of her life, Destiny had become its pawn. She'd lost hope, there was no optimism to be found in this state. There was no one here to see her struggle, to comfort her. She couldn't move. Pains shot through her skull with every spasm, twitch and tremor. For the first time in her life, the little one feared that this would be the end; but it just kept on going. Never easing or waning. She just kept on breathing harsh and trembling breaths. Every so often she'd try to open her eyes, but even when she did, she saw nothing. What anyone else would have seen, an agonizing truth, were the dark, sticky tracks down her face and a small puddle of red forming beneath her bill. Occasional coughs racked her form as she breathed in streams of her own clotted blood.
Gazing listlessly out at the peaceful world, Destiny's eyes were bulging out of their sockets, rainbow colours paled and bloodied. The peaceful world of today was the last thing she'd see with her own two eyes. Even with her boundless optimism, even Destiny could see the truth. Denial would not bring back her sight.
This was the beginning of her end.