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// Awakening (Epilogue) 
// Story: A Snowy Day 
// by The Ancestor 
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Darkness.

Darkness was the only thing Oleg saw. Cold was the only thing he felt. Silence was the only thing he heard. He tried to look around, but found he was unable to move her head, he tried to flail his hands around, but gave up soon enough. A calming  realisation dawned on him as the situation sinked in.

He was dead.

It wasn't a surprising development, rather a very expected one. He was thoroughly injured and was in a land that never seen humans before. It'd be more surprising if he wasn't dead. 

Still, he couldn't help but frown just a tad. All this effort down the drain, all the time he spent with Lyra, down the drain.

Lyra...

He regretted being so rude to the cute little unicorn. She was fun to talk to and easy on the eyes, something of a rarity nowadays. If only he'd gotten to know her better...

Bayu-bayushki-bayu~

Ne lozhisya na krayu~

"At least the afterlife has good sound design. Figures, they've clearly cut corners in the graphics department... And the story department... In all other departments too, really."

He 'looked around' with his 'eyes' noticing a small point of white, steadily growing bigger, blinding him.

"Well, guess I spoke too soon. Still a shitty preamble."





A melodic humming reverberated off the walls of the hospital ward as Lyra sat on a soft chair beside the bed, her hoof on the patient's right hand. She hummed a familiar tune, waiting patiently for him to wake up. "He will wake up." She kept telling herself. "There's no way he won't." She looked at the timberwolf curled up beside her seat. "He has to."

The hand under her hoof flinched, prompting her to squueze it in her hoof, looking hopefully at the man's face. She watched with bated breath as his groggy eyes fluttered open, looking around the room, before focusing on Lyra.

"Christ Almighty, your singing yanked me from the grave..." He croaked, his voice hoarse from not talking for some time. "Safe to say, your vocals need a lot of work." He teased.

A dumb smile spread through Lyra's face as she lead forwards and embraced the man, careful not to hug him too hard. "I missed you."

"You're not the only one." He said as DD woke up, stading on his back legs pawing at his hand. The timberwolf growled a little at the words. "What I meant to say, is..." He sighed happily, hugging the mare as hard as he could.

"I've missed you too, Lyra. More than you can imagine."