Maybe I will Remember? [Open]

It was a warm summer day, there was a slight breeze that kept people cool, and the shade even cooler. In the shade of the trees sat one of the summer prefects. She was leaning against at tree, her head hanging down, her body relaxed as she slept in the nice warm weather of the day. She had spent the day training, working herself hard pushing the limits of her gift, well at least the energy to stay in her dragon form, which also made her very tired in the end. She had managed to go a few minutes past her previous limit so she was slowly improving. But she had exhausted all of her energy this time so she had ended up taking a nap despite being out in the middle of the forest.

'I have to leave.' The girl shifted in her sleep as she dreamed, and eventually settled down again. Though the event seemed pretty strange.

"But I want you to stay." Her younger self replied to the strange misty person in front of her. Her bright yellow eyes looked up at the clearly taller person. Though no face met her gaze.

The figure turned back to her facing her fully. 'I can't stay. It's unsafe for me to stay here. Not just for me, but for you too.' The figured shifted and then knelt to be one the same level with her. 'I told everyone I will return one day, and I promise that to you too.' A black misty hand was placed on her shoulder.

Her mouth curled into a tight frown as she fought back tears. "But you are meant to be here! You need to be here!" She knew in her heart that his words were lies. Why did everyone else believe him? Why did his words mean so much to them? But so little to her? Did she know him well enough that she knew they were lies? "Who said you were unsafe here? Why? Why do you have to leave me?" She cried, not fighting back the tears anymore. She sniffled ad rubbed her face with her hand.

A soft sigh escaped the figure. 'Because if I stay then you will be in danger. And if you got hurt because of me I wouldn't be able to deal with that.' The figure appeared to look at the ground for a moment before looking back up at the young girl. 'You are one in a million Janya. Don't you ever forget that. Don't worry about me. I will be fine. You should return home, I heard the streets were gold there. Maybe you will find some good treasures. The figure removed his hand from her shoulder, and stood.

"But it won't be the same without you.. You were always the one who helped me.. How will I be able to find it without you?" She asked, wanting to reach up and grab his arm just to stop the inevitable. Just to keep her friend. "Stay.." She said softly to him. "Please."

The figure let out a soft sigh, and turned away from her. 'I've got to go. I will see you one day Janya.' The dark misty figure began to walk away, stepping into the water that had just now appeared, and slowly getting deeper and deeper until it disappeared.

As soon as the figure stepped into the water Janya reached out a hand. "Wait!" She stepped forward following the figure, but she was still lagging behind. Too slow to catch up with him. "Don't leave me!" She sobbed out as she continued to follow the figure. "Please!" She screamed out in a sob as she continued to follow. The water level with her chest. She took another step. "Don't leave m-" She had lost her footing, and fell into the water, sucking in the water as she tried to breathe.

Yellow eyes flung open, and the summer prefect sat straight up, her hands bracing against the ground. Her chest heaving as she recollected her breath she thought she had lost from the vivid dream. What the heck was that? She never remembered anything like that happening to her? Something important like that, she clearly would have remembered.. It was probably some stupid dream that didn't mean anything. After all her mind was kind of active. Besides if she knew that person wouldn't it have put that persons appearance in there instead of a misty figure? Whatever.. It wasn't important. It was just a dream after all.

The summer prefect stood from her spot. She would probably forget all about the dream here in a few minutes. It's just how her memory worked. Janya stretched out all the tightness in her body from where she was napping, and shook herself out a little bit. She would probably get back to training in a moment, but it would be nice if someone managed to stumble upon her, then maybe she could have some fun instead of just doing her normal training.

Fearghas was on his third walk of the day, boredom struck and he found himself just spiraling around the forest, trying to find ways to get his mind off of things.  A sigh escaped his lips, his hands jammed in the pockets of his shorts and his worn sneakers kicking dirt down the well trodden path that lay ahead.  His feathers stopped appearing and his homesickness was killing him, but at least the day was nice.  The sun sorta beat down on him but it was mostly something he could tolerate.  His sneakers brushed through the long green grass, wild and uncut.  He walked through the trees, the forests half expecting to appear at the end and see the rolling hills and beauty of his home country.  But not, it was just more trees, tall, short, wide or thin they were everywhere and some made like walls around the well trodden trails he generally followed.  It was as if they didn't want you to venture past your set trail, as if they were some type of guardian that wanted to to never step into the not so stepped upon areas.

Fearghas would walk through them as if to just spite those guardians, the ones that tried to push him to follow the one set upon path that offered nothing more than he had already seen, but sometimes he would get lost and find himself walking in circles to find his way back. Other times though, he would find himself finding places he didn't know existed, small clearings or downed trees that would offer him a place to sit or a just a new area to see.  This time he decided to just follow the path laid before him, maybe he would enjoy some of the same because the other times he just visited the places off the beaten path.  He felt kind of lucky as he saw a figure as he was stomping around.

As he approached the figure began to be familiar and he recognized the face, the distinct eyes and the admittedly cute demeanor.  A small smile appeared on his lips as he saw her stretching out near a tree about forty feet from where he was, he kept his hands casually in his pockets as he approached.  He moved past sort of, moving to a tree adjacent by a couple of feet from her's, turning around and leaning his left shoulder on it, the smile still on his lips as he would raise a hand up and offer a small wave. "Hi t'ere Janya!  Remember me?"  He kept his small warm smile, actually wondering if she did remember him.  It was awhile since they last saw each other and the most they really did was talk, him play a couple songs and extend some flirty remarks.  It was nice though, to see a familiar face since it seemed there wasn't too many to pass around.

When Janya opened her eyes again from stretching out a familiar face was in front of her. She blinked once trying to get the name into her head, but after the dream she had, it was sort of failing her. She lifted a hand to her forehead trying to make her brain remember. "I'm sorry my memory is failing me like usual.. I recognize you, but I don't remember you name.. I have a feeling it starts with an f." She said a embarrassed smile on her face. She removed her hand from her head, getting a bit frustrated that she couldn't remember his name, but she could still remember her stupid dream.

Fearghas let out a small chuckle at her looking over and recognizing him, but she didn't seem to remember his name...Fearghas sat for a moment, his hands still in his pockets for the most part but he would clean his eye with his finger for a moment to relieve himself of some of the awkwardness before he would raise his chin up.  This was definitely Janya, he offered a small smile as he would say "It's Fearghas, but you're cutie, right?"  He thought about it moment, still keeping the small smile on his face, it was probably better to flatter, she seemed rather frustrated.  Maybe it'd break the ice so many people were so awkward, it was as if no one had the ability to relax.

"Fearghas! I remember now!" Of course she would remember now that he had said it. "I don't know why I couldn't remember that. Sorry." She said forgetting about the fact he called her cute in that short time. Her brain was honestly all over the place today. The dream, forgetting names, well short term memory loss didn't help any either. Yellow eyes looked up at the boy. "What brings you out here today?" She asked curiously.

Fearghas looked behind the girl for a moment, examining the area as a sigh escaped his lips as he pondered exactly what to say to the forgetful little lady before him.  He let his eyes meet hers as he would shrug cooly, a keeping a little smile as he would say "Just walkin', a tad homesick."  He thought about it a moment, even a mention of the place felt like a jab.  He felt that maybe he'd find someone eventually to relate.  He honestly felt more in love with his own country than any girls he remember of, except for maybe that one...No, thinking of her reminded him of the foreign land he found himself in.  Everything felt different, even if other things were so similar to his home, I mean this place was rural too, but it just wasn't the same as his own home.

Janya nodded slightly. "I can understand that somewhat..  I miss my house and the wide open field it had. Though I don't think I can understand being as far as you are from home. It's slightly different from the homesickness I'm feeling." She could only relate slightly. She wasn't really one for home sickness but something in her longed to go back. Maybe it had to do with her dream? Wasn't that place she was at somewhere similar to a lake near her home? She wasn't too sure, and it wasn't like she could fly home anytime she wanted. Then she remembered he only said a tad and she was making the situation most likely worse. "I'm sorry.." She quickly apologized.

Fearghas listened to her talk of home and he thought about it for a moment, keeping his arms crossed as she would then think for a moment and seemingly out of nowhere apologize.  He tilted his head slightly at this, had she done something he didn't notice?  Maybe it was some context thing he couldn't recognize, it all seemed rather lighthearted...He furrowed his brow as he would begin saying "What's t'ere to be sorry about? I'm homesick you're homesick we-"  Though his sentence would be interrupted by a quick crack that echoed through the forest, though it could sounded like it was nearby.  

Fearghas looked around for a moment perplexed as he would track where the sound came from he would notice a rather old but very large log already in halfway in it's downswing with what appeared to be heading towards his friend.  He clenched his teeth as his eyes widened, he would begin his sprint to close the distance between him and her, a look of intensity as he finally cleared the small about ten feet between them, his eyes would switch to a small look of sorry as he would roughly grab Janya by the shoulders, pushing her with all of his forward force to get her out of the area at what seemed like the last second.  Fearghas let out a small breath as the large log collided with his shoulders and in an instant he was on the ground, the log landing roughly on his lower back, the air escaping his lungs with a sickening wheeze and blood coming from his mouth where he bit his tongue.

After several attempts at actually breathing he would let in a breath only to yelp out in pain, his collarbone obviously broken, but on further inspection a small length of what used to be a bough, now just a rather thin small length of wood, though it would find itself jammed on the left side of his body, puncturing the lung, his breaths would be shallow and quick as his long would collapse, he would fruitlessly reach out in the dirt in what seemed to be a pathetic attempt to crawl out from his position.  He wouldn't speak as he would look towards the girl he just saved, his brown eyes becoming somewhat distant as his breaths would keep coming shallow, he would keep clawing for something to grab to get out of his own predicament.

Her yellow eyes looked up at the boy as he spoke again. She guess he didn't know what her apology was about, or rather he thought it was silly most likely. Though it seemed something interrupted him in his talk, though she didn't quite here it. Maybe she was too lost in thought, or something. Though those thoughts were quickly slipping her mind like usual. She looked around for the thing that caused him to to stop talking but she didn't see anything. Was she just being dumb? She finally looked up to see the old log swinging in her direction, her yellow eyes going wide with fear.

The next thing Janya felt was hands on her shoulders, and the force of her being pushed backwards. Her blonde hair blocking some of her vision, and then she landed on the ground with a thud. She looked up with fear to see her friend being crushed by the heavy log. She saw her friend struggle, digging into the ground to escape the crushing weight of the object sitting on his lower back. She trembled slightly as she saw her friend weak eyed, blood dripping out of his mouth from something, but she didn't know what.

As soon as a yelp escaped Fearghas, she placed her hands on her ears in fear and terror. Why couldn't she do anything? Tears started to spill out of the corner of her eyes as she watch him try to escape from his helpless position. No words escape him as she stared. She couldn't see what all was happening but she needed to act. She sniffled as she bit her lip to keep from sobbing, and then something inside her clicked. In a second the girl was replaced with a large skeletal dragon, standing about 15 ft tall, larger than the girl has managed to before. The skeletal dragon didn't let out any noise, and just stared silently down at the log before her.

After a moment the undead beast was able to determine what she was supposed to do. She grasped a part of the log in her mouth and lifted with all of might, moving the heavy log carefully off her friend and setting it down a ways away. The skeletal dragon form faded, and left the girl on all fours her chest heaving from the work she just exerted with her gift. She lifted her face looking at her friend, tears streaming down her face. "Fearghas?" She asked quietly, her voice shaky. Her body quivering as she moved a bit closer. "Please... please don't be dead..." She sat back on her legs. Her teeth clenched together tightly as she tried to fight the tears that she couldn't stop. Her hands clenching tightly on the uniform skirt she was wearing.

Fearghas let out a weak groan as he felt the tree leave his back, the pressure easing off, he used his left arm to weakly flip himself to his back, his brown eyes looking to the sky as his vision began to tunnel, blood seeping into the dirt under him as his breaths would be shallow and labored, he would move his right hand slowly to the cross laying on his chest, gripping it as tightly as he could, as he  weakly tried spit up blood, it remaining mostly on his lips, and nose.  A small smile would appear on his lips as he was able to form some sentences, albeit much quieter than his normal tone "I always t'ought I'd go out fightin' but it was a fuckin' tree...Tá brón orm Tá mé ag fágáil go luath."  His face would contort in a small bit of pain before his eyes would widen slightly, his mouth opening slightly as as a short gurgling noise would emit from the back of his throat, his eyes becoming distant, though his chest would still rise and fall shallowly.

But before his chest would stop it's rising and falling, and his brain would begin it's overcharge into the release of death, a flame would find itself rather slowly at first, starting at his feet.  The flames would rise in height as they made their way up his leg, Fearghas weakly tried kicking, only letting out small groans as they were all he could manage despite his legs lighting up in a show of combustion.  They began to spread a little faster once they made it his hips, with which Fearghas raised his arms up slightly, though he wouldn't try to bat away the flames as they ran rather quickly up his body and towards his neck with which he could only curl his now burning fingers as he would arch his back slightly.  The flames began licking his chin and jawline, and all he was able to accomplish was one last bloodcurdling scream of pain and anguish as his eyes rolled in his head.

As he let out his last scream, rather than leaving bones or muscles, all that would remain of the boy would be a pile of smoldering ashes in the rough shape of the boy previously lying there.

She looked up at he spoke again her tears rolling down her face as she let out a small sniffle. "Don't... Don't say that.. I can take you to the infirmary." She said between sniffles, though she wasn't too sure what he said in that last part. She could transform again, and move him to the infirmary. With four legs she could make it there faster. She had to try... She stood up rubbing her eyes ready to transform when she saw the fire.

Her eyes widened again. What was happening? Why was there fire? She was frozen in place yet again. She couldn't do anything about that. Though she noticed the fire too late for it had consumed her friend fully. She jumped back and let out a sound of fear. What was going on? Why was this happening? She stood there, the tears returning at full force, and she let out a small wail of saddness. Her arms crossed themselves and her fingers dig into her biceps as she sobbed. A few sniffles and hiccups interrupting her crying. What was she supposed to do now?

Suddenly, the smoldering remains began to quiver slightly, moving slowly within themselves and creating a small pile about six feet long, flames would rise again as slowly a yellow beak would form as a form would be silhouetted, the neck would finally be formed, arched slightly and about a foot long, the body would begin to form the wings outstretched, about eight feet in length each, the chest jutting out slowly as it would continue it's progress until bird's feet were the last thing to emerge from the bright orange flames.  As the bird's feet and talons would finish forming, the ashes would be gone, the flames dying completely as the seven foot bird stood across from the girl.

On inspection, it's wings were a bright orange as well as a good bit of the feathers on the top of it's head.  It's body was a dark yellow, leading down to legs of yellow-gold scales with rose talons.  It's sapphire blue eyes looked down at the girl before it, cawing loudly before suddenly the bird would begin to retract in size.  It moved from seven feet to about 5'10, and it's birdlike features began to burn themselves away in a soft yellow-orange flame.  Slowly the form of the boy took over the birdlike features and he found himself standing weakly up, a small breath escaping his lips as he fell to his bottom with a thud, obviously seeming exhausted.  He kept his eyes closed through the entire transformation, as he would bring a hand up to his head, still slightly dazed from the entire ordeal, he would begin to recollect his thoughts, completely forgetting about the stunned girl before him.

At first Janya didn't noticed the form starting to rise from the ashes. She was too focused on what she would tell others, and trying to calm herself down from her sort of hysterical state, but it wasn't working to well. Her mind was too all over the place for her to transform and avoid her emotions. Even if she might not have been able to have that great of a thinking process in her other form, she would be able to think clearly, but instead she was dealing with this. With feelings that were similar to what she felt in her dream but there was something else mixed in with this too.

Finally she noticed the bird growing out of the ashes. The bright colors catching her attention, and the movement as it rose again. She looked up at the bird, everything ceasing including her sobbing but the tears still rolled. What was this? What was going on? She was very confused.. She was unsure what to think about the bird. It was clearly one of those myth creatures like her dragon form was since it had fire and stuff and it was rising from ashes. Her mouth sat slightly agap, her eyes focused on the bird. Was it hostile? Did she really need to get her thoughts under control and transform to defend herself if it attacked? She was unsure. She was just staring down the bird. Then the caw came, which caused her to flinch and take an instinctive step back just in case it was attacking but nothing came. Instead it started shrinking? A soft glow of flames consumed the bird as it shrank and the Summer prefect could only watch.

She watched as the bird finally disappeared to leave the form of her friend behind who looked very disoriented, and weak. She felt the tears welling up again, a lump forming in her throat out of happiness and being scared. The crying came back and she tossed herself at her friend. Her arms wrapping around the back of his neck as she hugged him. Her face buried slightly into his shoulder as she let herself fully let out the saddness she was feeling.

Fearghas flinched at the sudden contact, his eyes fluttering open, he would hold his hand out awkwardly for a moment as he would recognize the little girl crying on his shoulder.  He would bring his right hand over her back, his left staying down as that was where her head and most of her weight was.  He let out a small sigh, raising an eyebrow as he would softly move his hand to her shoulder, giving her a little push to move her off his shoulder, curling his finger under her chin to bring her head up so that they were face to face.  As he would pull her up, his eyes would be noticeably different color than they were when he 'died' the irises a sapphire blue and the scelera a soft orange meeting her yellow irises.  He would keep his finger under her chin, a warm and relieved look in his new eyes, their faces only inches from each other.  He softly said with his now normally breathing, completely healed lungs "I'm okay Janya.  I didn't mean to scare ya, don't cry cutie, be happy it takes a whole lot more t'an a diabolical tree to kill an Irishman." He would smile softly after that, keeping his position moving a thumb up from it's original position, wiping a tear from her cheek "You look much prettier wit'out your eyes red from cryin' and your cheeks covered in tears, t'ough somehow you can still make it look good."

She felt some comfort knowing her sudden hug was returned when she felt his hand on her back, though it didn't last too long as his hand moved to her shoulder and nudged her slightly to get her to sit up straight. Her face tilted up towards his as his finger was hooked under her chin. She brought up a single hand and rubbed her right eyes probably not helping it in anyway, but getting the tears to clear, allowing her to see a little better. Her yellow gaze met his new blue one, but didn't last long as she closed her eyes again and sniffled trying to get her emotions under control once again.

She gave off a weak laugh at his words, her voice and other things still be effected by her emotions. She sniffled again soon after her small laugh, opening a single eye too look at Fearghas as his thumb cleared the tears from her other eye. "I don't... I don't know.. how I make it look good.." She said in a soft tone trying not to strain her voice even more. If she had spoken normally there probably would have been some voice cracks from her harsh crying. She lifted her hands and rubbed her eyes again, not really moving anywhere. The tears still wanting to flow free from her eyes. "I'm sorry... I can't stop them.. Just happy.. you aren't dead.." She tried her best to explain through sniffles and small hiccups from crying.