Shades of a Promise
Apr. 1st, 2004 06:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodsong1"My name is Song. It's short for WindSong. Yes, my parents were hippies. Get over it. I've heard every joke, so don't bother.
I'm a graduate student, biochemistry. I'm darned lucky to be here, with these scientists, on this site. What we found...is beyond description. Dr. Reid, both of them!, are going nuts. They're the head honchos on this site. Everyone looks up to them.
We found a wing. A bat-like wing with humanish DNA. It's human, yet it's not. That's not all. I found something else.
The site we're on...was a battleground. Trees smashed, grass trampled. Something BIG fought something even BIGGER. Those somethings left more than wood splinters and a limb. One of them died. Traces of that one are still here.
How do I know? I'm psychic. No, really. The dead talk to me. Been like this since I was a freshman in college. My dorm was haunted. I was the only one who felt her. A girl. Killed a long time ago. The past lingers, whether we want to admit it or not. Sometimes it's just an impression. Sometimes it's a soul, or several. Trapped because of how they died, why they died or just because they don't want to leave. The one that died...it's a woman. One so happy to die she let off a burst of joy so strong I can almost taste it. Why would someone be so happy to die in a battle?
The other one...the one that survived. It's a he. His emotions were running really high and some of that lingered here too. Relief at surviving. Concern. Amazement. It's the amazement that bothers me. It's not directed at the dead woman. It's directed at someone else. Someone who came to help him. Given the amount of blood and the limb we have...
I don't like what I'm sensing here. There's a lot more going on than the discovery of a new race of humans. A lot more.
Slave? Where did that come from? Who...who are you? Riane? Why are you still here, Riane? Why haven't you crossed over? Really? I see. Yes, I understand. I know what it's like. I've lived before as a slave. I wasn't a pawn in a game like you..."
I'm a graduate student, biochemistry. I'm darned lucky to be here, with these scientists, on this site. What we found...is beyond description. Dr. Reid, both of them!, are going nuts. They're the head honchos on this site. Everyone looks up to them.
We found a wing. A bat-like wing with humanish DNA. It's human, yet it's not. That's not all. I found something else.
The site we're on...was a battleground. Trees smashed, grass trampled. Something BIG fought something even BIGGER. Those somethings left more than wood splinters and a limb. One of them died. Traces of that one are still here.
How do I know? I'm psychic. No, really. The dead talk to me. Been like this since I was a freshman in college. My dorm was haunted. I was the only one who felt her. A girl. Killed a long time ago. The past lingers, whether we want to admit it or not. Sometimes it's just an impression. Sometimes it's a soul, or several. Trapped because of how they died, why they died or just because they don't want to leave. The one that died...it's a woman. One so happy to die she let off a burst of joy so strong I can almost taste it. Why would someone be so happy to die in a battle?
The other one...the one that survived. It's a he. His emotions were running really high and some of that lingered here too. Relief at surviving. Concern. Amazement. It's the amazement that bothers me. It's not directed at the dead woman. It's directed at someone else. Someone who came to help him. Given the amount of blood and the limb we have...
I don't like what I'm sensing here. There's a lot more going on than the discovery of a new race of humans. A lot more.
Slave? Where did that come from? Who...who are you? Riane? Why are you still here, Riane? Why haven't you crossed over? Really? I see. Yes, I understand. I know what it's like. I've lived before as a slave. I wasn't a pawn in a game like you..."
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Wow.
Date: 2004-04-02 12:20 am (UTC)A little...casual. But all the same, it's a good start. ^_^