Because, oh, the pain is blinding now, and he's thrashing about, trying to escape from the hurt everywhere, and, oh, spirits, will no one release him from this torture? The fire scars every inch of him. It leaves no trace but a blackened trail of ash that sears itself into the very land.
Far away, the waves are crashing, the cliffs are trembling, and the sky rumbles with anger, but Lukas cannot comprehend any of this. His legs are gone now; they have crumbled from beneath him into piles of gray ash that fail to support him.
Lukas falls face-forward into the fire and cries with relief because the darkness is approaching quickly, it's rushing toward him with its hungry jaws wide open, begging for him to embrace it -
Lukas leaps.
Just as the inky ebony mass is reaching up, stretching black arms to wrap itself around him, Lukas is vaguely aware of screaming. It is not his own, for though his voice is not low in timbre, it is not high either. This anguished noise is the sound of a deep and manly voice straining to higher octaves not meant to be. In fact, it sounds like the voice is calling -
Re: More Than Man - Norway/Denmark, Part 1b/2
Far away, the waves are crashing, the cliffs are trembling, and the sky rumbles with anger, but Lukas cannot comprehend any of this. His legs are gone now; they have crumbled from beneath him into piles of gray ash that fail to support him.
Lukas falls face-forward into the fire and cries with relief because the darkness is approaching quickly, it's rushing toward him with its hungry jaws wide open, begging for him to embrace it -
Lukas leaps.
Just as the inky ebony mass is reaching up, stretching black arms to wrap itself around him, Lukas is vaguely aware of screaming. It is not his own, for though his voice is not low in timbre, it is not high either. This anguished noise is the sound of a deep and manly voice straining to higher octaves not meant to be. In fact, it sounds like the voice is calling -