Author: Noelerin
Title: What Is The Purpose?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the idea.
Rating: PG.
Author's note: This is part one-hour challenge and part sequel to my "Everything Has A Purpose". You do need to know that story to understand what is going on in this one. This story has definite pairings. Bryn being a miko (a medium) refers to something Tetsu once said of her.
One More Thing: Feedback, Please! Even if you don't like the pairings, let me know what you think of the rest of the story. If you did send me feedback, I didn't recieve it but I thank you.
Prologue:
"The time draws near. The forces are gathering." Orion turned towards his fallen companions, sorrow on his face. "They must be strong. It is in their hands now."
A cough sounded. He whipped towards the sound, looking down at his feet.
"Orion?" A weakened voice asked.
The Guardian knelt down, resting a hand on his forehead. "Yes, Mushu?"
"Is there no other way?" The voice broke with every word, each swallow was painful. But he forced himself to speak.
"There is not, my son." Orion soothed, cleaning his wounds carefully. "They are the future."
Mushu's eyes closed, tears forming in the corners of them. "But they are so shattered."
A ray of light pierced the gloom, calling him home. He held Orion's hand, pleading with his last breath for comfort.
"They will heal. Bryn won't let go of them, and they won't let go of each other." His head bowed as he felt the warmth leave the body in his arms.
Title: What Is The Purpose?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the idea.
Rating: PG.
Author's note: This is part one-hour challenge and part sequel to my "Everything Has A Purpose". You do need to know that story to understand what is going on in this one. This story has definite pairings. Bryn being a miko (a medium) refers to something Tetsu once said of her.
One More Thing: Feedback, Please! Even if you don't like the pairings, let me know what you think of the rest of the story. If you did send me feedback, I didn't recieve it but I thank you.
Prologue:
"The time draws near. The forces are gathering." Orion turned towards his fallen companions, sorrow on his face. "They must be strong. It is in their hands now."
A cough sounded. He whipped towards the sound, looking down at his feet.
"Orion?" A weakened voice asked.
The Guardian knelt down, resting a hand on his forehead. "Yes, Mushu?"
"Is there no other way?" The voice broke with every word, each swallow was painful. But he forced himself to speak.
"There is not, my son." Orion soothed, cleaning his wounds carefully. "They are the future."
Mushu's eyes closed, tears forming in the corners of them. "But they are so shattered."
A ray of light pierced the gloom, calling him home. He held Orion's hand, pleading with his last breath for comfort.
"They will heal. Bryn won't let go of them, and they won't let go of each other." His head bowed as he felt the warmth leave the body in his arms.