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Mar. 14th, 2007 01:18 amHe had never been cold before. His magic had always kept him warm, even in the dead of winter. But now, with the magic dampened, he knew what it was like to be cold. So he stayed huddled under his nest of blankets by the fireplace, trying to keep the chill away. Wondering, constantly, how did humans stand it? For he wasn't a human, he was a wizard, but now... he supposed, he was no better than a human. Less than a human. But it didn't matter. All that matter was keeping warm. Keeping warm and Orion.
But Orion was gone.
It had been so very quiet in the room. So deadly, unearthly quiet. Not even the flames crackled. It frightened him, being alone. He had never been alone before.
No, that wasn't true.
When he had been captured by slavers, he had been alone, isolated for days, weeks at a time in a small box, jostled constantly in the dark. But he hadn't been cold.
He hadn't been cold and alone.
HE hadn't been forgotten.
Finally, unable to stand it any more, he left his nest of blankets and sought sanctuary in warm clothes stolen from Orion's room. He hugged the clothes to himself before he slipped them on, smelling Orion's scent, deep warm and musky. His feet were too small for Orion's shoes, so he left the room barefoot, praying that Orion would forgive him. He couldn't stand being alone anymore. He had to find Orion. He needed Orion.
The guard wasn't at the door.
And as he walked, he saw no one. Not even Kratz. Confused, he walked to the throne room. It was dark, empty, abandoned. The gold looked tarnished, the cage full of shadows. He left the throne room and went down to supply. The door was locked. No one came to his knockings.
Carefully, quietly, he went to the door that lead outside. A large door that hung open slightly. Just a crack, letting in rain. He shivered as his bare feet touched the puddled water. Uncertainly he pushed open the door.
Rain slapped him. Long wet sheets of rain, tumbling down from gray skies. He stepped out, feet squelching in the mud. He held out his arms, and tilted his head back, feeling the cold rain on his face, plastering his hair back and soaking his clothes. When he looked out, he saw that the camp was empty.
As abandoned as the throne room.
Did the war end and no one tell him?
Did they all leave and forget him?
Terror now drove him forward. He walked along broken tents and tossed away clothing. The stables were empty, all the stall doors thrown open as if the animals had left in a great hurry. Rain leaked down through holes in the roof.
He walked the entire length and breath of the camp and encountered no one.
Not a person. Not a body. Not a rat.
He was alone. Well and truly all alone. All forgotten on a dead world.
Tears started to fall as he rushed back to the safety of Orion's rooms. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he sobbed, "I didn't mean to be bad. I'll be good. Please, I promise. Don't leave me here. I'll do what ever you want. Please. Please... come back for me. I love you. I need you." He slipped and fell heavily in the mud. Lifting himself up, for a second he thought he saw someone... but it was only a tent flapping in the wind.
"Please," he pleaded to the air, to the rain, to the gods, to anyone who would hear him, "I'll be good. I will. I promise. Don't leave me."
He staggered to his feet. The rain washed away the mud.
Slowly he made his way back to the building. Back to Orion's rooms. Back to safety. Back to warmth and the promise that maybe, maybe Orion would come for him. If he behaved, Orion would come for him. Tell him that he was a good boy. Hold him in his arms, so warm, so strong.
Cold. Colder than he had ever been before, he stripped the wet clothes from his body. Shivering he curled up under the blankets and moved closer to the fire.
It seemed smaller than he remembered. "Come back for me. Please." He whispered to the dying flames. "Don't leave me. I think I'll die if you leave me. Come back. Please."
But if it were to Orion or to the fire he spoke to, he didn't know.
But Orion was gone.
It had been so very quiet in the room. So deadly, unearthly quiet. Not even the flames crackled. It frightened him, being alone. He had never been alone before.
No, that wasn't true.
When he had been captured by slavers, he had been alone, isolated for days, weeks at a time in a small box, jostled constantly in the dark. But he hadn't been cold.
He hadn't been cold and alone.
HE hadn't been forgotten.
Finally, unable to stand it any more, he left his nest of blankets and sought sanctuary in warm clothes stolen from Orion's room. He hugged the clothes to himself before he slipped them on, smelling Orion's scent, deep warm and musky. His feet were too small for Orion's shoes, so he left the room barefoot, praying that Orion would forgive him. He couldn't stand being alone anymore. He had to find Orion. He needed Orion.
The guard wasn't at the door.
And as he walked, he saw no one. Not even Kratz. Confused, he walked to the throne room. It was dark, empty, abandoned. The gold looked tarnished, the cage full of shadows. He left the throne room and went down to supply. The door was locked. No one came to his knockings.
Carefully, quietly, he went to the door that lead outside. A large door that hung open slightly. Just a crack, letting in rain. He shivered as his bare feet touched the puddled water. Uncertainly he pushed open the door.
Rain slapped him. Long wet sheets of rain, tumbling down from gray skies. He stepped out, feet squelching in the mud. He held out his arms, and tilted his head back, feeling the cold rain on his face, plastering his hair back and soaking his clothes. When he looked out, he saw that the camp was empty.
As abandoned as the throne room.
Did the war end and no one tell him?
Did they all leave and forget him?
Terror now drove him forward. He walked along broken tents and tossed away clothing. The stables were empty, all the stall doors thrown open as if the animals had left in a great hurry. Rain leaked down through holes in the roof.
He walked the entire length and breath of the camp and encountered no one.
Not a person. Not a body. Not a rat.
He was alone. Well and truly all alone. All forgotten on a dead world.
Tears started to fall as he rushed back to the safety of Orion's rooms. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he sobbed, "I didn't mean to be bad. I'll be good. Please, I promise. Don't leave me here. I'll do what ever you want. Please. Please... come back for me. I love you. I need you." He slipped and fell heavily in the mud. Lifting himself up, for a second he thought he saw someone... but it was only a tent flapping in the wind.
"Please," he pleaded to the air, to the rain, to the gods, to anyone who would hear him, "I'll be good. I will. I promise. Don't leave me."
He staggered to his feet. The rain washed away the mud.
Slowly he made his way back to the building. Back to Orion's rooms. Back to safety. Back to warmth and the promise that maybe, maybe Orion would come for him. If he behaved, Orion would come for him. Tell him that he was a good boy. Hold him in his arms, so warm, so strong.
Cold. Colder than he had ever been before, he stripped the wet clothes from his body. Shivering he curled up under the blankets and moved closer to the fire.
It seemed smaller than he remembered. "Come back for me. Please." He whispered to the dying flames. "Don't leave me. I think I'll die if you leave me. Come back. Please."
But if it were to Orion or to the fire he spoke to, he didn't know.
