WHO: F'nor and F'lar (and Canth and Mnementh) WHERE: Starting in the sky over the island WHEN: Thursday night WHAT: Arrival WARNINGS: Blood, injury STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
F'nor couldn't see through the pain. Burning, ripping, tearing, there was no word to describe the intensity of the agony that exploded in limbs, torso, head, and every inch of his tortured and wounded body. He was dimly aware that he was falling, but it didn't seem to matter, not in the face of such total and absolute torment.
And the pain was not all physical.
He had failed. Their hopes had failed. There would be no going to the Red Star and destroying thread at its source; there was no surviving there, even for a moment. They would fight Thread for the rest of time, with the exception of the intervals, and never, never would they be free of it.
He felt Canth's agony through their bond, and it was a pain that hurt almost more than his own. It was too much to bear, too much...
And with a last thought of apology to F'lar for failing him, the pain and all thought ceased.