Random oneshot. Jake's point of view on his way to the clearing.
I don't own anything. The Dark Tower belongs to Stephen King.
Direct quotes from the book will be "written like this". Mostly from The Dark Tower while Roland is burying Jake. Paraphrasings of various other lines also appeared. If it sounds familiar, I probably don't own it.
"Time flies, knells call, life passes, so hear my prayer."
The world was a haze of green and gold. The man knelt beside the boy's broken and bloody body, beside the dark hole in the rich brown dirt. Sunlight slanted through the dusty air, casting soft gold over the face of the dead and the living alike.
"Birth is nothing but death begun, so hear my prayer."
(I died before)
The thought is voiceless, bodiless, but there. He has left his body behind, is in the process of leaving his world behind. Where he is, he knows not. To where he goes is also a mystery-
The clearing? The one at the end of the path?
"Death is speechless, so hear my speech."
Where was he? For that matter, who was he? He had no point of reference, no grounding in this shining world. Perhaps it had always been thus- an eternity floating in nothingness. There were surely worse ways to exist, even if he wasn't quite sure he could remember what existing was.
(Do you remember Devar-Toi? Do you remember Pleasantville?)
the blood the hole in Eddie's head, Susannah's terrible calm as she held his hand, the beating of the gunslinger's heart-
"This is Jake, who served his ka and his tet. Say true."
Jake. That was his name. And that voice- that voice was the gunslinger's. Roland Deschain of Gilead, son of Steven, of the line of Eld. His dinh.
(Father. My father in all but blood, say true)
Hile, father, he had said as he had embraced Roland, allowed himself to be embraced, felt the gunslinger's warmth and smelled his scent, sweet and dusty like the sands of the desert in which they had first met. Calling him father because Roland had come for him, as he had known he would.
(He let you fall)
Go, then. There are other worlds than these, he had cried, falling into the darkness, the gunslinger's face a pale scar in the dark, but in another world and another life Roland had promised he would never let Jake fall again. And he hadn't.
"May his life on this earth and the pain of his passing become as a dream to his waking soul."
Tell my father I love him, he had whispered to the woman as the world had faded around him.
I love you, Roland, he screamed soundlessly, feeling the gunslinger slip away- no, that wasn't right. He was the one that was slipping away, leaving this world to go wherever it was he had to go now.
(the one at the end of the path)
I love you, gunslinger.
I love you, father.
"This is Jake, who lived well, loved his own, and died as ka would have it." So far away, like the echo of a memory, like something he only dreamed he heard.
More words: Wait for me. Words spoken to a dying man so long ago yesterday- or had it been today? It had been on the other side, anyways.
(Protect your dinh)
(You promised you would)
I did, he whispered.
"Each man owes a death. This is Jake. Give him peace."
And I will wait for you, Roland. For my father. In the clearing at the end of the path I will wait with Eddie for Susannah and Oy and the last gunslinger.
May you find your tower, father, and breach it. And may you climb to the top.
I will wait for you. And we will be ka-tet again.
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