Tears of a Broken Heart (The First Tear)

[Iesu]

I am no hero... It's just that... for her...





Tears of a Broken Heart




The First Tear - The Light at the End


She smiled softly...

...upon the silent glow of the morning light slowly descending across open grasslands, a motherly embrace across a world just about to wake from its slumber. Windswept tall grasses seemed to fall silent; the whispers of winds standing still upon the curl of the edge of her mouth, a slight bite upon her lips, her eyes that moved half-closed. Time stumbled to a halt, all motion ceasing where the whole world stood still to watch, to have a glimpse upon the softest of smiles; upon a sight that brought the gods to their knees, a moment still...

...she smiled...

...upon a strong figure sitting by her, a form shrouded in a divine light filling in the gaps the sun's cascade could not reach, were he the sun himself. A hand, or what seemed to be one, perhaps a shadow, moved slowly upon her cheek, alabaster skin not even to contrast what the light had moved upon its gentle caress, a smile that widened and set the world forward. Were the world moving on out of jealousy that such unimaginable beauty were not of their own deed or were it only a loss of all hope that such hearts were not for theirs to hold close...

...because it was not him...

...sitting in bliss by her side, the fuel to where the radiance of such a sight that could shatter the world. The distance became further with each moment upon the vision of one that stood a long ways across the open fields. A battered figure, blood dripping in chorus with each beat of his heart, the crescendo of the beat accented by each drop of blood that fell upon the carpet of green. His mouth parted slowly yet no voice escaped his lips, forcing out air was difficult enough as it is, let alone to allow his throat to ring out a tune...

...nigh impossible...

...and only through stubborn idiocy does he still persevere with a single step, a relief of the tree from his form heavily weighing itself against the tree; the winds whispered in acknowledgment, a sigh of the trees that waved its leafy arms upon the sky, a sad farewell or an act of panic, a screaming voice that echoed out of the folly he is about to endure. He wasn't listening, not to a single voiceless word of the trees, not to the whispers-turned-screams of the the winds against his ear, not of the morn's light that beat down on him as of the desert's mid-day light. The world stood against him, but all that remains in his mind...

...fight back...

...only to stumble once after just a single step, a bloody tear rushing down quickly his wounded cheek. His teeth gritted, catching himself off the fall with both hands that held him just from planting his face against the floor, shivering arms that could barely keep him up. He breathed heavily, through the warmth of the morning, warm air from his lips escaping white from the cold contrast that surrounded him, a formless cage that moved with his own motion, another tear shattering upon the floors, a blood-choked cough an exclamation point to the rush of tears. His mouth formed the words with the softest of whispers, barely a voice that screamed across his soul but could never reach further than his lips...

...Lianne...

The walls of a dark cavern quivered with the voice, what was too silent from within the world of dreams, now was an endless shout moving on across the shadowed walls. The sound of a heavy gulp pushed itself heavily down a broken figure's throat, his eyes moving open in a moment too slow, stuck closed for the moment that a drop of water, or so it sounded, moved to silence his echo of a name that held its tone from whatever was left of a broken heart.

A voice whispered softly within his head, mimicking the same haunting tone of the caverns of shadow enveloping his form, a reminder upon his own mind, whispers weaving across his head with the slow moment between losing sight of everything and gaining what was at hand.

Hand...

He felt the weight upon his hand, moving his fingers in touch with the paper creating a crinkle of sound piercing the silence of the world he was in upon the time. A note of some sort written in parchment that crumpled with the motion of his hand, his arms quivering while lifting his hand, trying to have a glance of the scribbles that lay silent upon the paper, a breath of laugh escaping his lips without any voice upon the irony that he was of the same state.

He recognized the lines through whatever small light reached him now, the curve and shape of the words, the rough edges of each down stroke. It was his own hand that wrote the words, the silent reminder that followed the voices in his head...

... You... I just passed the Trial of Madness... I think...

He pulled himself up to sit, a low grunt rumbling from his chest and throat, his form stalling just upon the moment his form would sit itself upon cold stone. His breath was heavy, eyes a weary narrow with a scan upon his form, and not a moment too soon did light rush to fend off the darkness, the loud creak of heavy doors trumpeted the sudden emergence. Shadows danced for a moment, haste filled forms moving towards the doors, blurring from the distance with his eyes moving half-closed.

The light slowly flooded his eyes until the moment he could see through haze, upon two child-like figures, each with a single wing, each wearing a robe of white that illuminated brighter than their already blinding background. They smiled towards him with the same cheer, twins it seemed with only the wings of opposite, each of the two having part of one pair of wings. They were jumpy, perhaps too excited, their forms leaping towards him, a flapping sound from wings created the chorus with their motion to his side.

Each illuminated child held his arm, pulling him up to the extent that their small forms could, the rest of his stand left upon him to accomplish though he wobbled upon his stand, a giggle from the two cherubs, holding him to stand, one hugging his leg to silence the shaking limb, the other holding his hand, placing his palm gently upon her head, another laugh escaped each wide smile.

He could not help but smile, shaking his head slowly though his voice failed him, perhaps the trials had drained him of whatever was left of his strength, but he could not remember any part of it. His head was quick to raise upon another figure, a woman's form that opaqued against the light through the doorway, steps echoing across the rooms, a motherly figure revealing herself.

Her eyes were smiling wide, though her lips barely made a curl upon her expression, with dark raven hair that followed her like a veil of a bride upon her wedding day, falling upon the ground with its length. A pale blue robe wrapped around her form, a white cloth belt around her waist with a red lace that kept it all together in the most elaborate of knots.

Her silver azure eyes watched over him, and for a moment, he thought he saw her mimic the joy upon the faces of the two daughters of light that had helped him to stand, but it dissipated quickly with her voice and yet her tone never made even the softest echo upon the stone walls, ?I apologize for these two. It has been a long time since anyone has passed through here...?

A confused stare moved across his face, in disbelief upon the words that formed around them, though she was quick to raise a hand, her eyes closing gently with an amused smile moving upon her lips, ?It feels...? She thumbed her lips and chin, taking in a deep breath, ?...irritating... how so many simply move through some dimension or a portal spell... bunch of amateurs...? Her voice contained some tone of discontent, ?It feels worthless, sometimes... Why would they still want to see that daughter of fates if they already have such power to bend space and time and...?

She looked upon him once again, her annoyed expression changed quickly to a calming smile, a laugh escaping under her breath with her amused tone, ?I'm not making sense, am I..?? She shook her head with another laugh, moving a hand to hold her head, a sigh of embarrassment before she continued, ?Let's just say... you're the first one to ever really pass through the Cavern of Fates. None of the others that always look for the easy path.?

She continued to speak on, her voice a whine for a moment then an amused and apologetic tone the next, but he could not hear. He was too tired to do anything about it, but a single word from her lips remained in his head, his voice barely even a whisper, his lips moving slowly...

...The first nobody...

His eyes moved to a close, his body too heavy for himself to carry, the cherubs by his side struggling to lay him down gently, their teeth moving to grit at the same time, a padded thud, a period upon his fall. The two child angels panicked to wake him up but before they could slap his face silly, the motherly figure held her hand up, the two pausing in mid air.

Before unconsciousness held its grasp over his mind, his lips parted quickly, forcing out the words from under his breathless slump, the words clamoring to form upon the air...

...Lianne...

?Lianne!? the children of light repeated with an innocent laugh, once again with their jump that moved around her form, only to stop with a sigh from the tall woman, her steps that rang through the hallowed rock took her closer to him.

She smiled slowly, her brow raising with a sly motion, ?Lianne... Now you're making me jealous...?

She flicked her wrist, a simple motion where the winds seemed to understand, whispering across the stone room in riddles, their force wrapping around the figure lying down on the ground, lifting his form up from the stone floors.

The one-winged angels played round with the winds, flipping and turning with the force of the gale, their very motion a signal for his body carried off, following the walk of the woman in pale blue robes, her hand upon her chin, a voice of slight confusion, ?Lianne...? she turned her head upon the two, pausing from their play around the airs, ?...Lianne... Wasn't that the wish of... from a week ago..??