You're Going To Be Alright by Traveller

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These were my first attempt at drabbles.  I loved delving into the relationship between my two favorite characters, and having such limited space to express it really made me focus on the quality of my writing!  I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them!

-Traveller


I lean over to catch a peek at the bundle in Aunt Lani’s arms. He was born so early and so small that the doctor fears he won’t live. Even now I see worry and exhaustion on Auntie’s and Uncle Paladin’s faces, though they are mingled with the pride of all new parents. Auntie sees my curiosity and, very gently, places him in my arms. I peer at his face, Tookish already with the auburn curls and emerald eyes. I could be dreaming, but I swear I see a small smile cross his tiny face.

“You’re going to be alright.”

***

His curls flash red in the sunlight as he runs, and he cuts through the golden fields effortlessly. His crystal laugh resounds through the hills; he is the joy of a child, the picture of innocence, all that is good in the world. I’m practically flying myself to keep up with him. We reach where the stalks end and suddenly I see him tumble to the ground. I throw myself down beside him and we roll together, our laughter mingling into one noise. He finally stops and leans close to me and I softly whisper,

“You’re going to be alright.”

***

The doctor said all we could do was wait the fever out, but I wish there were another way. Aunt Lani bids me go to bed and tries to take him from me, but he cries out my name and clings to me with all his weakened might. He’s soaking wet and shaking so much that it’s difficult for me to hold him back, but I stroke his hair as he weeps in my arms, his deep coughs cutting through his sobs. Tears in my eyes, I embrace him and say with all my heart,

“You’re going to be alright.”

***


There is one day a year when the pain and the memories hurt the most. I close my eyes and all I can see are the mangled, bloodied corpses of my comrades strewn around me. The once green grass shimmers a deep scarlet. Almost unconsciously, I begin to rub my right forearm, trying to quell the hurt and the chill. I hear a noise behind me, but the gentle touch on my shoulder tells me that it’s only him. He stands there, knowing that his presence is all I need. Then I hear him whisper,

“You’re going to be alright.”

 




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