Donald felt Dawn get farther away in his mind. Alexander attacked one more time, and his breathing constricted again. He coughed violently, and then lay still. He heard singing...loud singing...the voice of Earth...Then he saw himself. He was dead.
Earth spoke to him.
"They will return your body to me, and you will be restored. The prophecy will be fulfilled with this. Alexander's spirit is now in the hands of Fire. He will not bother you again. He is dead."
Donald touched Dawn, but he knew she couldn't feel. He was a spirit for now. How would he come back? Did they know not to grieve, for he would return? Why did this happen so suddenly?
He didn't know what to do. He was confused. He held his head in agony, and suddenly it happened.
It was a bright sunny day, one of those days where kids would fill the streets with laughter and parents would watch from their porches. It was just these days that Adrian hated. So much. He look at himself...he was so tiny, so innocent looking. His hair was black...his eyes were blue...his heart was light.
The park was nice that day, but Adrian never enjoyed it.
"Go on Addy...go play with the other kids, mommy needs to talk to her friends". Adrian protested, me meant to tell her what was going to happen if she let him play, but he couldn't. All he could muster was a cheerful, "Okay mommy!"
He teetered over to the sandbox where the other children were, and they saw him. They looked at him like an arachnaphobe might eye a tarantula. Absolute disgust...just like he looked on so many others now. He wandered over to them, and one stepped forward.
"Hi Maurice...my mommy says she wants me to-"
Maurice cut him off by shoving him in the dirt. "No one likes you freak...go away. We don't like your kind."
Adrian started to tear up, and he turned back toward mommy, who saw looking at him worriedly, but the man she was talking to wouldn't let her go.
"Maurice...why do you have to be such a bully?" Adrian tried to get up, but Maurice kicked sand in his face.
"Because your such a freak, my daddy dosen't like you either, he says your mommy is scum...and he hates her. He says people like you don't deserve to exist with people like us...regular people.", Maurice scoffed at him.
Adrian was getting scared now. He heard a scream. He turned around and saw the man on top of his mommy...he had long fangs...and claws...and he was biting her in the neck....on the arm...she was bleeding...screaming...cryin out his name in her last moments of life. She could do nothing. Soon she lay limp on the park bench, and the man turned on Adrian.
"I told that whore she'd pay for screwing that worthless no good freak that you called your father...took care of him yesterday...now it's your turn...and then all the freaks like you!" He bared down on Adrian...he felt so afraid...so vulnerable...so...angry...
The earth rumbled and the sandbox started to roar...the other children would have ran if the sand itself wasn't holding them in place. Adrian was floating, and the werewolf man was stumbling backward into the sandbox, trapped by the twining ribbons of solidifying rock twiling up his legs and engulfing his upper body.
Then there was a flash. Adrian was alone again...the park was gone...in it's place, a smoldering crater. He had not cleansed the park, he had absolutley annihilated the entire city. He lay there, confused, tired and alone in a twelve mile wide crater that once housed 42,000 people.
Seeing Dawn cut herself reminded him of his own past. The dark times, before he knew how to control his power. He'd destroy things and cut himself in his guilt. Tears and blood would mingle on the porcelain floor of his bathroom.
He walked over and touched the cut, and the fire spread from his hand to the cut, burning with a blue flame, and as it did, the cut grew smaller and smaller, eventually going away. The flame burned cooler, turning orange and red, finally fading away to nothing.
"You're not the only one who hurts. Nor the only one who can heal. Don't worry about Donald, he can handle himself. He'll be back."
Edward put his hand on Dawn's shoulder. "It's not your fault. And it'll be just fine, anyway. Don will come back. He has to."
Even through his certainty, Edward wasn't completely sure about any prophecy. He looked within himself for the light that his fire could create and began calling out to Donald with it. If there was anyway to find out where he was and call him back, the fire would show him, as it always did.
He dried Dawn's tears while the magic flowed through him. The tears evaporated at the warmth of his hands.
The moment any dirt fell on his face, Donald's eyes opened. Earth stood true to her word. When his body was returned to her, he would come back. He sat up as part of a flower fell off and hit his face. He sat up, feeling like he just had a power nap. Best of all...Alexander was not in his mind anymore.
He looked on the table at half a joint, and decided to light it. The aroma spread through the room, causing everyone to turn around. Donald looked up and grinned.