Broken Boulder this is gospel for the fallen ones

wake up time! this is completely aw, but im including some tags for those who might want to hop in (please join my thread thx)
@Delight @Eris @Zamael (& Lily but im not taggin u twice) @Ulf uhh SORRY IF I MISSED ANYONE I LOVE U ALL

It was a shrill, sustained note that first pierced the darkness; a thin sound reverberating through his skull relentlessly, gripping him and shaking him to wakefulness. His eyes opened to brightness, and everything shifted to the left like a kicked-over stack of books. He sucked in a ragged breath at the sharp pain behind his eyes; closing them only dulled it to a deep, throbbing ache.
He was alive. Oh... that was when the familiar wetness gathered under his eyelids, jaw clenching tight at the realization. Fucking— fuck Runion— and fuck whoever’d brought him here; it was all he could think over that awful sound. Alarian took another deep, shaking breath— it was cut off just as quickly by a quiet, choked cry he could not even hear over the high-pitched noise.
His head. A white-hot bolt of pain shot through his skull, intense and stinging-itching at the source; for several beats he could do nothing, could not even breathe through the pain. It passed quickly, leaving him slightly breathless and at once exhausted. It was a while before he opened his eyes again, slowly, blinking several times. He took a deep breath, and finally shifted to raise his head, taking in stride now the inevitable lurch in his perception. It was several more moments before the dizziness faded enough for him to see— to think.
He was alone, for the moment; for that, he found himself grateful. The piercing call had not ceased, filling each empty space in his mind, and he could hardly ignore it. It was a sound not entirely unfamiliar to him— something he’d heard on occasion when it got too quiet or when he had a particularly jarring fall from a tree. He knew it was restricted within his own skull. Somehow, that didn’t make it any easier.
The pain in his head came and went, and the ache behind his eyes intensified with the light but abated when he closed them; the sound did not stop. His chest tightened with the weight of the burdens he had woken to; through the agonized red-and-white haze, he wished quite suddenly and desperately for his mother.