[MUST READ] .... I've been waiting for a long time. He said he would be back, but I guess he was too busy saving the universe. My daughters were anticipating the oncoming disaster. Vivian stopped where she was standing and gazed up into the sky with that unreadable expression of hers. Malory, however, walked past me, staring at the approaching heat wave as if in a trance. Minutes passed, and the sky was glowing red at both horizons. The steady wind rustled my open wings while my daughters hugged their own against their bodies. "Father?" "Yes, Malory?" "Lower beings think of us as immortal, right?" "..." I did not answer. It had never been a concern of mine what lower beings thought of my kind. "...do you think Digi is immortal, father?" I looked at her and saw a single tear roll down her cheek. The redness in the sky was almost upon us by now. "I'm not sure, my love." I answered simply. I heard a sniffle behind me. Never in my long life had I seen Vivian cry. Not even after her mother passed. "I hope he is," my eldest daughter whispered through her tears. "because I know we are not." The heat washed over us. It was immense. "...I hope so, too," I said with finality.
[DO NOT REMIX] (turn on your volume) This is an excerpt from 50 Year Intervals, and, by God, I am liking the way it turned out. If you want to know what happened leading up to this, you'll have to read 50Y.I. when I finish it!
