@arxchnoverture | Rewriting Endsong
Shattered, torn into pieces, into oblivion. Most would have been. Most would have folded under flaming wings. Even her physical body lay to rest somewhere on the blue planet below. There was something wrong though, some terrible feeling that stretched out across the universe. The star dust that her soul became was searching, yearning for something to hold her.
Like a million fireflies that lit up the night sky, one brave individual flew off in pursuit. The need to find what she was looking for was palpable. But where? What?
The lightning bug found its way to familiar grounds. She knew this place. A sniff on the air caught someone's attention but the little bug flew out of sight. He wasn't what she was searching for.
Where though? Where could it be? She landed on the window sill, wings folding beneath armored scales, a light buzz as she struggled to see through the glass but suddenly as if willed into existence, she was on the otherside.
A cage? No, the top was open, the toy hanging elegantly above with symbols and colors. A crib. This was it. This had to be. But before she could land and inspect the thing of her desires the door flew open.
No! Not him. She couldn't bear to look at him, red glasses hiding eyes she once thought held her universe. Why was he here? Why was he blocking the thing she needed most in this world?
She needed strength, she needed to find her vessel. She could feel it rotting in the ground without her. He wouldn't be able to stop her if she was whole again.
With the buzz of wings, the little lightning bug crossed the barrier to the outside once again. Her search took no more than mere moments as she found the stone engraved with a name she once knew. "Jean Grey-Summers. She will rise again."
Flames scorched the earth, burying deep into the ground, licking at the casket that held her vessel. The hand pale and cold suddenly flickered with warmth.
Breath pulled at the chest, as she gasped for air and shot up from the grave.
"Honey I'm home."
