Malkaz screamed. I covered my ears in a futile attempt to lessen the horror of a scream that held all the hope I'd ever lost.
That scream force-fed me every pillowed tear my fears had ever created; every empty room I'd trembled in; every tear-stormed, desperate face I'd seen in mirrors. All the helplessness I'd felt, all the fears for tomorrow, all the yearning for a Mother, Father, a home.
All the loneliness and isolation.
Every heartfelt plea for Death, I knew again
Farmer whispered inaudibly and Malkaz imploded, a shuddering deflation...
The scream stopped.
The fear didn't.