A Shadow Enters The Light

[cj_scout 305]

 

A cool breeze blows over the desert sand as the sun sinks behind the horizon. A figure, dark as coal, drags itself through the sand, leaving not footprints, but solid lines where their tired feet writhed through it.

 

The figure curls its cloak around itself for warmth, muttering incoherently. And then he sees the water. Oh, the water. When was it last he had seen water except for the melting snow upon the mountainside trickling into the hovel he called a home?

 

He suddenly breaks into a run, the dragging feet accelerating into a sprint, as if he was escaping from some creature out for his life. He dives in the coast, running his now visible matted fur through the water. In the distance, his only sight, his only goal, his only hope, lay there plain in front of him.

 

Home. His home at last.

 

How had he been so foolish? Yes, they had cast him out, but what good was he doing? He was never meant to lead in whole. The Do' had prospered under him, his people had trusted in him for a time, but he fell short. He did not do what he had taken upon himself to do. He was no Tla', no matter if his mentor, or his previous Metz'al were.

 

He hesitated. What was there left for him? Morthawl, Jujan, Vyallu, Yuulpria, Lorei... So many... gone. The Kha' he left were not the Kha' he was born with. Metztli... he never forgot her. He never gave up on her. No matter if the others did. "She forgot YOU!" his mind yells at him. His heart whispers "She made the right choice". "They abandoned YOU!" his mind yells. "No, I abandoned them." his heart whispers.

 

Then he stopped hesitating. His people were his people. He would always be a Kha'. And ultimately, he made a vow when he became Dra'Metza. Kha', Jungle, Metztli. Pride, Strength, Honor. These were the things he promised to uphold to Tla'Morthawl so many years ago.

 

He sat there, the ocean water trickling from his whiskers as he stared distantly at the island in the distance, his armor gleaming, fur soaking. At last he stood.

 

Dra'Rameethar is coming home.

[Kim 1328]

"no"

 

mumbles old grandma jujan in her sleep

[Angmarzku 1251]

Now an adult, Zhikar would remember his childhood days when Rameethar was the Tlatlanni of the kharajyr, his long ears flickering slightly as his tail wraps around the waist of his bunn. "Hes nawt dead..."

[Rickson 302]

Inaijo's lips would curl upwards to form a soft smile as Rameethar stood upon the edge of the waters, his ears would momentarily flicker as his mind searches over the memories of him when Inaijo was young. "Welcawm home, Rameethar."

[MonkeyCoffee 516]

Elder Saikaunaah stared with a wide open eye at the return of Rameethar, speechless. She, along with many others, thought he had passed on to meet Metztli; apparently they were wrong. What made it even harder for her to comprehend this is that he is her last living family member. Yet.. she spoke not a word, gazing from afar at the return of her cousin. Moments of silence went by until she had decided to simply walk away from the scene, muttering words in old Va'Khajran.

 

 

"Hu.

 

Drec lyh'd pa rybbahehk.

 

Ra ec tayt."

[ImCookiie 1950]

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