Wraith Queen #3
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It was night and John could just barely make out a glittering of stars through a small crack of rubble at the utmost corner of his blackened cell. It was a small comfort to see something so familiar to him, when all that he had known felt lost and engulfed by the unending darkness.
Deep inside, he struggled with his emotions, knowing soon the time would come when action must be taken and this filled him with a sense of dread he never knew. He lifted his eyes towards the small crevice in the rock and the sprinkling of stars and spoke softly aloud peering through the dark.
“Um......If you can hear me, I’d like to ask you for something.....I know we haven’t spoken much and I’m probably the last person who should be asking for anything, but…..” his voice trailed and broke as he lowered his head momentarily before raising it back up towards the shimmering crack with a renewed determination. “If you could just give me the strength to do what must be done, I’d really appreciate it. I don’t care what happens to me.... but I know this is what she would want so…….thanks.”
He gulped and nodded to himself, as his conscience trembled with guilt and despair. His heart thudded against his chest and tears swam in his eyes as he recounted all the memories he had taken for granted, all the things he could have said but never did. In this moment, he tried assuaging himself that she had known how he felt about her and that he needn’t feel the torment of his burning heart anymore, but even his own convincing lies did nothing to ease his aching soul.
Footsteps approached again, echoing down the long hall and he knew the time had come.
These would be the moments when he could release Teyla from her flesh made prison, from her own worst nightmare; these would be the moments he could finally bring death to the woman he loved.
Deep inside, he struggled with his emotions, knowing soon the time would come when action must be taken and this filled him with a sense of dread he never knew. He lifted his eyes towards the small crevice in the rock and the sprinkling of stars and spoke softly aloud peering through the dark.
“Um......If you can hear me, I’d like to ask you for something.....I know we haven’t spoken much and I’m probably the last person who should be asking for anything, but…..” his voice trailed and broke as he lowered his head momentarily before raising it back up towards the shimmering crack with a renewed determination. “If you could just give me the strength to do what must be done, I’d really appreciate it. I don’t care what happens to me.... but I know this is what she would want so…….thanks.”
He gulped and nodded to himself, as his conscience trembled with guilt and despair. His heart thudded against his chest and tears swam in his eyes as he recounted all the memories he had taken for granted, all the things he could have said but never did. In this moment, he tried assuaging himself that she had known how he felt about her and that he needn’t feel the torment of his burning heart anymore, but even his own convincing lies did nothing to ease his aching soul.
Footsteps approached again, echoing down the long hall and he knew the time had come.
These would be the moments when he could release Teyla from her flesh made prison, from her own worst nightmare; these would be the moments he could finally bring death to the woman he loved.
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