Through the sandy fields you trudge, carrying her in your arms, through lands once verdant green. The hut is just ahead; your place of memories, the only enduring rock you possess in the eternal river of time. You whisper through parched lips, “We are almost there.” She does not respond.
The hut is just how you left it, in disarray. It does not matter, though. You will not be here for much longer. Pulling the sheets back, you lay her on the bed, gently touching her forehead. The rumbling thunder in a clear sky devoid of a single cloud tells you that they will soon be here. “I’m heading out,” you say. At the sound of your voice, she stirs… for just a moment you see the corners of her soft lips lift in a brief smile, and her delicate chin dips slightly in a nod. Your heart leaps, but soon she is still as the grave again. You can do nothing but chuckle to yourself, a pathetic, broken noise that rings hollow to your own ears.
You wrap your crimson red cloak tightly around yourself, taking a deep breath. Then, you step out of the hut.
Looking up into the blue sky, you see rows upon rows of shining helms and shields in gold and silver, stretched as far into the heavens as your eyes can perceive. Every single one of the million spears in the Celestial Army is pointed towards you at this moment. Your pursuers have finally caught up to you.
“Tyrant Chi You!” they shout as one, chanting as they bang their spears against their shields. “Submit! Submit!”
You laugh defiantly, throwing your cloak back. The clear sky darkens as clouds begin to form above you. The wind whips up, becoming stronger with every moment. “Submit? To a mere million Celestial Soldiers? Who do you think I am?”
A tall man on a sleek dragon-horse rides forward from their lines of heavenly cavalry, the hooves of the steed galloping through thin air as if it is as solid as the ground. “Lord General Chi You!” he called out. “Please! Stop this pointless bloodshed! Lady Nuwa will still forgive you if you return to her now!” Your response comes in the form of a dismissive snort. “Xing Mafu, youare the Celestial Stablemaster now? What a lofty promotion, old friend of mine. Still, oath of brotherhood or not, if you get in my way I will cut you down.”
“Chi You!” shouts Xing, the man whom you once vowed to fight alongside through thick and thin, a tinge of anger and desperation creeping into his voice. “Do not do this! It is not worth it, not over her! Your brother Huangdi will be here in a moment… submit before he arrives! Return to Lady Nuwa and she will be merciful! After all this, she still cares for you!”
The rage inside you boils forth. The forming storm whips the clouds into a swirling, chaotic spiral above your head, lightning crackling around its dark edges. The Stablemaster’s steed rears in alarm as he pulls back from your fury. “Do not presume to tell me what she is worth!” You scream, causing twin bolts of lightning to crash to the ground in front of you. The smoke blows away, leaving behind two craters of sand fused into black glass. Your trusty spear and sword are pierced in the middle of the craters, awaiting your command. You walk forward, picking up the spear with your left hand and raising the sword with your right.
It would be the last battle for them and for you.
“Come. If you want to get to her, you must pass the reach of my blades,” you say, pointing your weapons at the heavens.
The celestial drummers begin their steadfast beat; their million strong army starts its march. You stand alone. Your eighty one clans are scattered. Your men, slaughtered. It is just you and the storm against Heaven, as it once was, as it should be. The wind howls.
***
At the end of it all, you float in the empty sky, pierced through in a dozen places by swords and spears and arrows. Your armour has fallen to pieces from the fierce battle. The wounds no longer heal. Your spear is broken, your sword shattered. The storm has subsided; you will call upon the turbulent chaos no more. Around you lie the bodies of a million soldiers. Your oath brother. Your blood brother. All of them you struck down with your own hand. Mafu died with a curse on his lips and sorrow in his eyes. You turn to face the earth, your hand reaching out for the hut. You still have to return to her.
One of the bodies stirs.
Huangdi.
You face him, watching as he pulls himself upright in the air. His celestial sword of rulership, Xuanyuan, soars into his hand, his golden armour reforming in front of your eyes as he regains his breath. This is the favour of Heaven, you suppose. You cannot complain; you cast it away with your own hands after all. Whatever issues there were between you and Huangdi, it no longer mattered now. It ceased to matter a long time ago.
“Brother,” he says, his voice hoarse. You did punch him in the throat quite a few times after all. You grin at your younger brother. “Up for another round?”
“Just… stop with this foolishness. You cannot save her.”
“Again with that?” You have heard enough. You fall to the ground, plummeting through the air. Huangdi does not move to stop you. You almost sink to your knees as you land, the pain of your wounds blooming all over you body. As you stagger towards the hut, you hear a voice in your mind. A beautiful female voice… that of a goddess.
Chi You.
Nuwa.
I will never forgive you for this betrayal.
I have had my chance, is that what you mean?
You have had a hundred chances!
Sorry, I wasn’t keeping count.
You defied the order of nature. You went against the will of Heaven.
Haha, isn’t that why you like me in the first place?
I- You...!
I don’t expect your forgiveness. For what it is worth, you have my apologies.
That will not save you from your doom. You will lead a cursed existence, Chi You.
Do what you will. My mind is set.
Your immortality has been stripped. The wheels of reincarnation will take you. You and her both. You will never meet again.
I will find her.
I will tear the both of you apart.
Even so, I will find her.
Farewell, Chi You. May we never meet again.
Goodbye, Lady Nuwa.
You open the door of the hut, leaving your bloody handprints smeared over the wood. Taking a painful breath, you stumble inside, dragging your feet across the floor. You look down at her, placing a hand on her forehead and pressing your lips against hers softly.
She is gone.
Laughing to yourself, you sink into the chair by the bed, warm tears spilling down your cheeks. What did you expect?
Miracles are the work of Heaven, after all.
“Well,” you mutter, your eyelids growing tired, falling shut as your blood begins to pool on the floor underneath the chair. Your mind becomes cloudy. “I will just have to find you again…”
You close your eyes, and begin to dream a dream of future lives...