All Grown Up

[Ambduscias 1028]

 

 

The soft thrum of the birdsong had not yet started this morn. It seemed the only greeting the youthful scion would receive this morning was that of a cold midwinters bite; crisp, clean air flew through his unfinished cell. It was a welcome reprieve from the trauma of weeks past for John Ted, who suffered much at the hands of his captor - Maric Vimmark-Horen. Yet it seemed this morning would come with joy. His faithful atronach-familiar was fashioned in the form of the creature GOD deemed fit to stand at mans’ heels - a stocky, arcane pup came bounding to his side and yipping of an evenings delight.

 

“What’s wrong, Doggard?”

 

A series of incomprehensible yips followed, speaking in a binary cant that the concomitant prisoners came to revere as their last freedom. The expression of the once youthful John Ted II Vimmark Staunton-Horen turned sour, briefly embittered by time - and his hands drifted to the wheels of his chair, ushering him to the iron curtain that let in the fresh breeze… Some might have considered their relationship a brief flight of fancy, but both the two understood one another and connected in a manner deemed impossible for mortal minds; one was the other. Two halves to the same greater whole.

 

“Thank you, Doggard.”

 

Yet today that last light in the lordlings’ life would be extinguished for his own benefit. An unthinkable crime, one irredeemable even by God, would occur within the barren halls; some would label it fratricide, some euthanasia and a final relief from long standing suffering - yet none were true. This was suicide, and a final act of martyrdom and brotherhood. Where one would suffer, the other would know freedom at long last.

 

“One last fetch for me..”

 

In between broken breaths and hands rubbing at his eyes, marring his pale face with tears, the prisoner extended the final part of their lives’ puzzle together. A hiss and buzz filled the air, crackling like lightning perpetually suspended in thin air.

 

“Thank you.”

 

The deed was done at long last. With that strained last breath, the mastermind went to the side of a strikingly red device suspended in the air - it’s great weight held by a series of iron and leather buckles, in an alien harness. John Ted struggled from his wheelchair, almost tummulting headfirst into the device and cracking his forehead against a wooden protrustion.

 

“I need you with me one last time, Doggard. We’re blasting off again.”

 

 

(view at the end...)

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9VEmeXbF6Rk

 

 

[Aesopian 1640]

Ti'gobser says that the man used the wrong video.

 

Here's the right one, he says.

[Daisy 9739]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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