[I wrote this entire scene while listening to Secret Garden’s Nocturne so the whole feeling is set to that, and I think it would help to listen to that whilst reading this to get the whole feel of the piece. Here is the link to it on youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fd3a189vcVc Thanks. :3]
I dragged his broken twisted body in front of the Tree of Life and laid it there, praying, wishing, needing with every fiber of my being for this to work.
His body remained hopelessly lifeless. I looked up at the graying of dawn all around us, knowing that once the sun came up fully over the hills my one slim chance to bring him back would be over. I knelt down beside him and put his head in my lap.
“Please, Mauru,” I whispered, pressing my forehead into his “damn you, PLEASE.”
The first rays of the morning sun sprouted joyously from behind the distant hills, impervious to the fact that it was no more wanted here than a fatal wound. I was getting angry now, not just at the stupid tree for disappointing me and the fools who told me that it would actually bring him back, but at him for not coming back to me when I needed him so badly and finally (and mostly) at myself for not being able to fight for him, for all of the people of this world, like they seemed to think I was capable of. I felt the hot, angry tears burning tracks down my cheeks before I even realized that I was crying. I wiped them away violently and stood up shaking with rage.
My body was burning with the heat of my rage and I couldn’t see straight, but in my delirium I saw a bright light and faintly thought that the sun must be all the way up. It felt as if my insides were on fire, I could barely stand the heat inside of my own body and I felt as if I would burst from the strain of it all. I could feel something like electricity vibrating through my hands all the way down to my fingertips and I fell to the ground trembling. The pain passed and my body quickly cooled as fast as the heat had come upon me.
I picked up a nearby stone and hurled it at the impassive face carved into the tree, I knew it was completely childish and pointless but at this point I was way past caring.
“Eloise,” I heard a voice behind me say, “I knew you could do it.”
I whirled around at the sound of his voice to see Mauru looking at me with his same old smirk.
“What in the hell happened?” I asked, still a little shaky.
“You happened.” He said simply.