The Rapunzel Syndrome 
chapter X. Pegasus
Page 1 of 21
What is that?
I stare up at the ceiling, watching as the light fittings blur and transform before my eyes; somehow managing to remain calm as the roof above me spirals off into some unknown vortex, leaving only clouds in its absence. Sunset.
The blue light…floating overhead.
Why am I not afraid? I know this place, this place that all men fear, because I’ve been here before, or nearly so…
Serenity in the face of madness. Because it feels right. It feels as though this is the moment I’ve been waiting for, all of my life…
…Waiting for death.
The blue light descends, cloaking me in a warmth that goes beyond the flesh, entering me, sweeping the rest of the vision from my sight. I feel as though my eyes are closing, and yet still this is all that I see, all that I am. I’m flying, I think, then shake my head, refusing to believe. This isn’t right. This isn’t possible.
Where am I? Where are you taking me?
Home, a voice whispers inside me, making me cry out in surprise, the sounds echoing around the emptiness that somehow isn’t empty, building up into a melodic symphony of tears and regret.
That voice…
A voice I haven’t heard for nine years…
Now I am afraid, and I turn, wanting to run, wanting to hide, wanting to escape, but the fog starts to clear and I can see that I am floating above the room, somewhere inside the ceiling.
On the bed below me, the symbol, the physical form that I and the others call Pegasus, still sleeps. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, I think absently. Especially now…that he will never wake…
