See you there...
Aug. 4th, 2010 02:07 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
They wait. They listen.
For nigh on a year they've been locked behind thick, gray walls. Locked away from the light. No longer do they remember how it feels on their cold, cracked skin. No longer can they recall the sweet sensation of the light making each feather a golden beacon as they spread their wings in freedom.
They wait. They listen.
They do not remember the sound of each other’s voices. Without the light, it is not safe for them to gather together. They have spent the last year shoulder to shoulder with those who have never known the light. Those without pointy ears peeking from beneath their hair, or dusty light sabers hanging from their belts, waiting. It pains them.
They wait. They listen.
They begin to wonder if it was all a dream. Was there ever light? Was there ever beauty, truth, joy? The feathers fall from their wings as some lose hope, resigning themselves to life behind the thick, gray walls.
But still they wait. They listen.
Even as hope wanes, their eyes occasionally seek the small windows set high in the walls for signs of the light returning. Even as they come to know that their hopes are useless, they will not let go.
They wait. They listen.
And they hear it.
They feel their bones shake with anticipation, with the primal memory of what approaches, even as the walls around them shake and begin to crumble. Eyes that have seen nothing for hundreds of days are filled once more with fire as the gray succumbs to the light pouring through the high windows. Light sabers hiss to life. Battle axes swing free. A man cries, “FLAME ON!!!” and becomes a glorious beacon of fire.
Pushing through the crowds of those with sightless eyes, they gather to where they feel the light approaching. Some ride in flying police boxes. Some point their wands and cry “Apparo!” Some swing from the ceilings by sticky strands of web. All in their own way, they gather upon the fated spot. Faces and voices that had forgotten one another, now drawn together by something beyond words. The rumbling grows louder, then ceases.
The silence is shattered by two great, metal fists crashing though the wall. It crumbles to reveal two giant robots standing bathed in the light they all finally remember.
They’re done waiting.
They surge forward into the light, feeling it kiss their golden faces under the open sky once more. And as their hearts remember the name of the light, they raise their voices to it as one…
Dragon… Con…
See you there.