


Inches from the Fall

by Kinjiru



Category: Zoids
Genre: Drama
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2012-11-19
Updated: 2012-11-19
Packaged: 2013-08-03 21:09:04
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 402
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8719391/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/845716/Kinjiru
Summary: He needed no one but himself. Even now, as his small form clung onto the edge, he was not yearning for any miracles. A snapshot from Raven's past as a soldier in training.





	Inches from the Fall

His fingers were barely gripping the edge but it was just enough to keep him from falling. The boy scowled, narrowing his eyes to focus on the points of contact of the rock ledge and his digits.

Below him, the last of his makeshift springboard crumbled to the ground fifteen feet below. Raven could hear his breath come out in a shaky hiss and he cursed his body for betraying what his mind was vainly trying to deny. The boy could feel his body weight weighing on his fingertips as if he himself was standing on them, taunting him him to let go.

He gritted his teeth and curled his legs upward but the resulting pressure on his hands was unbearable. He held them there just long enough to manage a kick at the body of the cliff that sloped away from him before leaving him to dangle as he swung from the edge. He gave a loud and almost animalistic roar at the bolts of pain that ran from his hands, to his numbing arms and down to his shoulders but the momentum he gained was enough for him to drag the rest of both his hands to the flat surface of the ledge.

Raven paused only long enough to calm his racing heart. His eyes trailed to the rubble under him. The dust had settled since the rickety slabs fell and he mused how they would no longer be of any use to him. He closed his eyes and willed some strength into his arms.

When he opened them again, he was once again looking up at the edge he needed to climb. The boy braced his palms for the pressure and dug his fingers into what little he could before heaving his form upwards. It was an easier ascent with more than just his fingertips to rely on.

A few minutes later, he was standing on his feet again, looking down the fifteen-foot-drop. It didn't look very impressive now that he was up there but with no one else to rely on, it would have been an impossible climb had he fallen at all. He scowled and turned away; he had a whole training field to conquer.

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A/N: I felt a little nostalgic and decided to write something for a show from my childhood.

I really liked Raven then but, sadly, only in Chaotic Century.


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