Ides
Down and Out

"A man can have so much or so little before he can no longer survive. If it is so little, he must seek to get it back."





The sun came up early for him on that little dock. Nearly all night he'd tried to carefully sort a maelstrom of thoughts; thoughts that were in combat with the unnatural invasion evident in its silvery wire. It commanded, burned with cold and fought to keep its control.
Its grip loosened a little as Renne held a stuffed plush doll in his arms.

Its name and representation blazed through his memory, shorting out a small part of the Program. He spoke no words out loud, didn't need to. The sun came slowly over the horizon and shone down on him.
When you come back down

He turned around as dawn progressed and carefully dug up a long crystal shard from its place. Dusting it off, Renne planted it so it stood like a tiny pillar in the ground. It was a mark and the one thing he had left. Home was lost, yet not. People were gone, yet not. His identity...

He still fought to retain it.

Renne wanted it back.

There was a sound not unlike a massive cloth tearing. There was no light, no thunder or rain. There was then nothing on the ground here except that crystal and a stuffed effigy.

The sun came fully up as silence reigned.

If you land on your feet, I hope you find a way to make it back to me.