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 Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 8:25 am
~ Overactive Imagination? ~
Or: "What to do if you start seeing swans."
[This is a story written BY me, with permission to use Alex - who is Donna the Vixen's character.]
"Alex. There's a swan."
Ben blinked, and pointed across the room, to what appeared [to him] to be a slowly swimming white swan in mid-air. All shimmery, like he was seeing it through glass.
"A swan. Over there." he repeated, with a wider hand gesture.
Alex looked at him askance, and quirked a brow. He was just getting into bed, and looking forward to a good night's sleep, and then this? Maybe Ben was working too hard.
"Right. A swan..." he replied, craning his neck, and managing to see... nothing.... "Where?"
"Over there! By the table. See? It's looking at you."
Ben made as if to get up, and Alex pushed him back down.
"I don't see a swan Ben."
"But there's a swan! Right there! It's swimming this way. Hi swan!"
Alex rolled his eyes, and susequently rolled over, and pulled the comforter over his shoulders.
"Good night, Ben."
"Good night Alex!...."
It was only a few moments before... ".... Swan! Swanny swan."
Alex growled, and sat up. "Ben there is NO swan over there! NONE. I see NOTHING. Now get to SLEEP."
He huffed out a sigh, and rolled back over to sleep. A few more minutes at most...
"G'night Alex........ G'night Swan."
Alex threw the pillow at Ben, and got up out of bed.
"That's it. I'm going to sleep on the couch."
"Alex! No! Wait!" Ben cried out, leaping out of bed, and gripping Alex's arm. "Dun go!"
"There. Is. No. Swan!" Alex fumed, and turned to walk out the door again. He was stopped by Ben's jerking his arm.
"... You're going to step on it."
"On what?"
"The swan."
Alex growled, and tugged at his hair in the typical response of frustration.
"ARRRRGH!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 9:16 am
Dear Journal,
I have started seeing a swan. A swan swimming, even. Just outside the edge of my conscious vision. Like a fever-dream, but not really. I dunno what I'm going to do. I don't THINK I'm going nuts, but survivors of Juridian Flu DO tend to go a little off the rocker now and again. Maybe that's what's happening to me. But yeah. It's a swan. And the other day, it was swmming through the living room when I was trying to nap on the couch. Talk about strange. No one else seemed to see it, which was... really... bad, I think. Maybe I AM going nuts, I dunno....
- Ben
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 7:56 am
Dear Journal,
Am I really going crazy? That swan... it's gone, but in its place, I hear and see a baby wrapped in ice-blue bunting with white hair... like mine. I can't believe this. Is there some sort of spirit following me that I don't know about? When I came to Gaia, I hadn't been expecting anything like this - but all of a sudden... these things started happening. What I'm going to be freaked out at, is if this baby opens its eyes... no, HIS eyes, and they're orange, just like mine. That would be too much of a coincidence to write off. Gods... a dream-baby... how does one take care of a dream-baby? I wish I knew the answer to that question [among others]. That answer, and the one that is foremost on my mind. Am I nuts?
- Ben
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 5:43 am
Dear Journal,
A BABY. I wasn't nuts! The baby is real, and I'm holding him in my arms at this very moment. I just get the feeling his name is Ean - so that's what I'm naming him. I suppose I shouldn't be too terribly suprised. There wasn't much I could do about it, and strange things are FOREVER happening to me and my family. Dragon's coming over later to give the boy a checkup, and Aaron's coming just to see him. I got ribbed about being too young for kids. Which is absolutely rediculous - and Aaron knows it. But he's my brother, so I suppose it's his job to rib me. Anyway. Ean hasn't opened his eyes yet, but if they're orange when he finally does... I'm gonna either flip or jump for joy. He's not very healthy at the moment - reason why I'm having Draco come over. But hey... I don't THINK it's my fault if he's sick. So the answer to my first question, anyway... No, I'm not nuts. But I AM a father now...
- Ben
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 11:55 pm
Dear Journal,
I'm at the castle right now - Dragon's sick, Aaron's missing, and Zael's gone nuts. Something really bad is going on. That's why Maverick called us all together, but now HE'S gone too. I don't like where this is headed. I've also started having some really freaky dreams. I don't know what I'm going to do if I have another one, and wake up IN the lake again. I just hope it doesn't come down to that...
- Ben
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 10:52 am
Dear Journal,
Well, everything seems to be back to as normal as it gets around here. I've even managed to procure myself a boyfriend. His name is Alex, and he's a medical student, and a real sweetie. He treats Ean wonderfully too. Which is always a plus. On that note: He's doing well. Dragon says he's healthy as a horse, and made some joke about swans being mute. I don't exactly remember it. Aaron said he's going to teach the kid to fight when he's older. Not on my watch!
- Ben
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 1:44 am
Dear Journal
MAN it's been a while. I've moved, which is why I had to find, and dig, this thing up in order to post in it. Alex is taking rather well to parenthood, and soon... Ean will have a brother! Or sister. Whichever it is. You see, our species is pretty much able to reproduce no matter WHAT gender the two are, and so... yeah. *Grin*.
I don't know the due-date, but we're going to find out soon enough.
Ean is crawling all over the place! and I do mean ALL over the place. Tables, chairs, all the stairway.... I even found him on the bannister one time! Now that was scary. He seems to favor 'sweet' flavors like chocolate and strawberry. But he likes minty things too - which is good because I do too! Especially York patties.... Mmmmm.... love Yorks....
Anyway - Things are going alright here, and Ean seems to be fitting in just fine! I think this new place is going to be good for ALL of us!
- Ben
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 3:24 pm
Dear Journal
It's almost Soul's Night on Juridia, and almost Halloween here on Gaia! It's making me excited! I'm setting up a Halloween party for all of us that happen to be living together, and sending out invites soonish. I've never RUN a party before, so this should be something else to see! I don't know, though... there's a lot of things that I have to do, and I have to get ready and... yeah. I'll print up the invites and send them off tonight. That is, if I can keep Ean out of the spook-dip. He seems to love the stuff. I don't see why... It's just nacho cheese, and green food-coloring... Oh yeah, and little ghostie sprinkles. But that doesn't add a lot to the taste.
Alex does NOT know I'm doing this, so no one tell him! Heh - not like Ean can. He's a baby. I would hope that he WOULDN'T, but the boy is mischevious and devious. I can't believe how muchso! I'm going to have to start installing child-proof locks on things, I think. So far, what he's gotten into has been pretty tame, but I don't want him slipping into the medicine cabinet, or sneaking into where we keep the household cleaners. That stuff is bad for a baby.
Oh, and Dragon is coming later today to give the boy a checkup. His first! I wonder how he'll react...
- Ben
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 7:58 pm
Dear Mister Arrikanez
My little sister and I met Ean in the park the other day when he was with his uncle. Aurelius had a lot of fun. She had a pair of seal plushies. This one is for Ean, she says. It is in celebration of the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is the start of Harvest-Time at home. She hopes that Ean likes it.
With Respect,
Kieve Evans
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:19 am
The Nightmare
It was dark. So dark. Black, almost. He was somewhere with a lot of water. He could smell the water, taste the water on the back of his tongue. An acrid tang that made the air more foul. He was older - he had hands and feet that worked, and weren't webbed. Not like before. He was past that. He brushed some of his hair from his face, and looked up. It was pitch in here, but he knew the direction was up. He had to go up.
How had he gotten down here? He didn't know. It was dark, this place. Wasn't place he would choose to come. He knew he wasn't himself. That's why they had chased him here. Yes! Now he remembered. The dogs. Always the dogs, they sent. Always the dogs, and then the pain. Yes, yes - the pain. It came back now, and he screamed in defiance and frustration. He could hear their barking. Closing in. But that was impossible - he was deep now. Dark and deep, no one could see or hear. Safe? Safe. Safe from the songs of the hounds now. Safe from the smell of blood. His blood? No... Not his blood. Their blood. All of them. They had to... had to die. That was it. They had to die. They'd killed him... No... no, that wasn't right. They'd killed part of him - yes. Killed his brother. Before it all started, they'd been happy. And then, the others came. Killed him. KILLED HIM!
And he'd started then. The killings. The bloodletting. Yesyes. A wound like that, it had to bleed. To get the corruption out. To bleed and tear and rip. To shred! Yes, to shred. Shred them to bits. Like dogs. Like dogs.... gods. Like gods - they were gods, and he was the devil. They called him the black one - though his hair was originally white.
Black. His mind was black. This place was black. They'd never find him here. Nevernever. Never. He sloshed through the water - heedless of the fact that it was getting deeper. Never find him here. Never. Water closed over his head - he laughed in his mind. Clever! He was clever! He'd go to sleep under the water, and they'd never find him! ..... BURNING! It was fire in his chest! He wanted water! Water? No, Air! AIR!...
Ean snapped awake with a piercing cry that woke the entire household. His crying was something new to him. And new to Ben. Ean had never cried before.
Ben was a bit concerned, but he wrote it off as parental anxiety, and curled his arms tightly around the poor child, rocking him back and forth, and trying to soothe his fear of the night-terror that had taken control of his mind just a few moments prior. "Shhhh... Shhhh, Ean. It's ok. I'm here now. Nothing to hurt you." He smiled, and tickled the babe's stomache, rewarded with a bought of childish giggling. "Is that my good boy?" Ben cooed, and tickled some more.
Soon enough, the nightmare was forgotten. But Ben would never forget that first scream. Nor would Ean ever forget the black... the dark....
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:39 am
Learning to Kill
Ean had escaped the confines of his crib. His eyes and ears were alert, and he was wide awake. He heard something calling to him. Softly. Whispering his name. And so he crawled towards it, knowing that he had to get there, and he had to find out what was calling. It was dark, and it was scary outside his room, outside the house. For he had crawled all the way out of his window, and onto a tree-limb just outside. In this tree he sat, and looked around him. It was quiet out here, but he still heard his name. Though it was not the name he now went by.
~Lucias..~ the voice called, softly. Insistantly, it continued to draw him towards it, the call coming to his mind, and not to his ears. ~Lucias... come out to play...~
He heeded the instruction, and started climbing down the tree. He found that his arms and legs were far stronger than they had been a few months ago, and climbing was very easy for him. The dark didn't seem to bother him so much, now that he was bathed in the light of the moon. Something glinted off to his left, and he started in that direction, crawling still.
A bird was caught in the net that Ben's neighbor sometimes used for fishing in the nearby lake. It was panicked and frightened. The wings and heart beat equally as fast as the other, and the small noises the poor creature was making were pitiful and sad to hear. The net had gotten entangled around the bird's body. Already, blood was starting to coat the feathers from the rope being pulled too tight with the animal's struggles. Ean blinked, and watched. He heard the voice again in his mind, a gentle encouragement. A small nudge.
At first, Ean was horrified with the idea that was presented to him. And then, he saw the good in it. The way that the bird would surely perish if nothing were done. He saw standing above him someone tall and authoritative. Silver hair like his own, and glowing yellow eyes that bore into Ean's very soul, and tried to make him remember - things that hurt his head. Eventually, the figure left off causing that pain, and knelt next to the fallen bird - a mourning dove. He reached out, and touched Ean's hands. A thrill went through the young child's body at the touch of something so cold, and so surreal. It felt as though he was making contact with another world entirely. The being guided Ean's hands to the bird. The child's fingers brushed the soft feathers, and felt the warmth beneath them, and the heart fluttering in fear. The being guided Ean's hands again, to the throat of the animal. The feathers there were the softest, and the beady black eyes of the bird gazed upon him in fright. He scooted closer, and stroked the small head in reassurance that everything was going to be alright. It was then that he knew what he had to do. The figure told him how to do it.
Gently, very, very gently, he bent the bird's head to an angle. And, like a lover caressing a loved one, stroked the feathers of the throat. Within a few seconds it was done. He twisted, exactly as the figure had motioned, and the bird went limp. The wings beat a few more times, and then were still.
Ean sat there for a very long time, stroking the feathers of the body, feeling the chill spread over as death took his rightful place within that small frame. He simply continued stroking the feathers, and murmuring to the small corpse, all the while listening to the voice in his head. Before long, he found himself remembering something of a similar feeling from long ago... and he found his voice. A voice which had been kept locked tight while his body grew to accomodate it. A voice that contained vocabulary far beyond what he should know, and a mind that carried far more knowledge than his young years could account for.
"Poor, Poor thing..." he whispered softly, continuing to stroke the bird's body. "Poor thing... so cold... so cold...." He stood, as the knowledge of that had come as well, though he was shaky. After a few attempts, he managed to get to his feet, and remain there. He carried the bird in his arms like a little girl would carry her baby doll.
"So cold.... So cold... Poor thing.... Yes... Poor thing..." he murmured as he started to walk back into the room that housed his crib. He moved the bar - as the knowledge had also taught him that much - and placed the dead bird in the crib, covering it with one of the blankets within.
"Poor thing... sleep now. Good sleep... Not cold... warm sleep...."
The commentary continued as he tucked the bird in, and curled against the base of the crib. He felt something on his shoulder, and looked up. The figure was there again, long black robe brushing the ground with no sound or sensation. He was stroking Ean's hair back, whispering words of love and comfort.
~Yes... Poor thing... You did the right thing, my brother...~
Brother? He had a brother? Yes... he had a brother. Nishin... that came from somewhere. He knew it was right.
"Goodnight.... Nishin."
~Goodnight, my dear brother. Sleep well, and let the darkness protect you fully.~
With that, the figure curled up next to him, and held him close. Even though there was no warmth, no touch, Ean felt safe. He had done what he needed to do. So many that needed to sleep the cold sleep... So cold that sleep. So peaceful. He would make sure they slept. That was what he was meant for. His brother told him so.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 10:50 am
Dear Journal
Ean changed into a Toddler before my very eyes! He went missing for a few days, and when I found him... well, let's just say he's a lot more mature than he looks. He can speak already (I wonder how that happened?), but he seems to have developed an imaginary friend that he calls Nishin. I don't know what this fortells, but you know what they say about children and their imaginations. Dragon said not to worry about it too much, but I can't help it. He seems to talk to something like it was right next to him. An imaginary friend this may be, but it seems a tidbit unhealthy. And what's with this sudden fascination he has for movies like "Psycho" and "Saw"? And this whole thing he's got about Edgar Allen Poe and H. P. Lovecraft? Not to mention Stephen King. I know I never told him to read those books...
- Ben
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 5:21 pm
Dear Journal
Ean is worrying me more and more by the very day. He seems to be drawing farther and deeper into himself, and has developed something of a creepy rhyme language that he now uses constantly. As I stated above - I am extremely worried. I don't know what I should do - I don't want to tell Dragon, because I'm afraid of two things. One - Ean might scare him. Two - This might be because of something I did. And if it is... What on earth is wrong with this kid? I don't know, and I want to find out. But Ean will not talk in anything but that incessant rhyming of his. Even to his friends!... If he had any, that is. He seems to enjoy being alone. But when I asked him once, he said he was never alone. I wonder what he meant by that. I can see something, sometimes, out of the corner of my eye. A small shadow that hovers about my child like a.... vulture, if one wanted to use that term. I don't like it, but there doesn't seem to be anything I can do about it, and Ean seems to LIKE having the thing there. I made mention once of perhaps getting rid of it, and he almost BIT me. Something is definately going on with my son. Even though he IS my son, I'm starting to grow afraid of him. And for him. I wonder if there's anything anyone can do to help....
- Ben
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 9:02 am
Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things zigeunerweisen` Aure had successfully managed to climb out the window of her room and get to the empty dirt road that she knew led to Ean's house. Or, she was pretty sure. There was no "definate" knowledge there, just a hunch that the big house was probably going to be where she'd find her friend.
Man, Ean's guardian gave horrible directions. She paused to fold her hands and ask any listening gods- but not the weird god from her dream- that mister Arrikanez never, ever be a navigator for any trips she was involved in unless it was fated to go REALLY REALLY WELL. She tripped up the steps to the door and looked for a doorbell; seeing none, she knocked on the door as hard as she could. Which wasn't very hard, seeing as she wasn't too much into the physical side of things.
She tucked her face into the high collar of her white down coat and stared at her shiny, black winter boots. There was salt on them! Oh the horror. Moving to a crouch, the white-clad girl rubbed at the salt covering the toes of her boots with her soft gloves. She really, really hoped that someone would answer the door soon; her left ear appeared to have gone absent without leave. Aaron Arrikanez Ben didn't answer the door, but she DID get an answer. Behind her. The small toddler slipped up to her back, and rested one tiny, ice-cold hand against the back of her leg. He was wearing nothing against the cold, but he didn't seem to care or even feel anything unusual. He looked somewhat different than last time - Perhaps.... a little... darker. He tilted his head, and eyed Aurelius with something of a childish grin - one that was far more sinister than playful. He spoke.
"Wounded dove at threshold stands, aching heart and freezing hands. Runs the blood where white once flew, innocence be lost anew. Blooded blade on silver grass, know not where this Death may pass. No one there to be awoke, hands to hold, or hands to choke? Red the night and white the day, coming now the price to pay. Look no more for he has seen, soul will never be full-clean." zigeunerweisen` Aure squeaked and jumped, turning around and pressing a hand to her heaving chest. Once she saw who it was, though, she dropped all pretense of fear- except for a weird little shudder- and she hugged him. "Lookit, 'm tall," she said, standing up as tall as she could. She was a good head taller than he, although the inch platform on her winter boots probably added to that. "Where's your coat?" Making a face, she burrowed deeper into her own down jacket.
After a pause, she tried to think through the rhyming. It didn't work, though, and she gave up. "'kay, can we go inside? It's really, really cold." Aaron Arrikanez Ean opened the door quietly, and led her in, following after with a glance back out into the white world before he shut the door to follow his friend. He seemed... odd, somehow. Sick, perhaps? Probably. He had a fever, at the very least. But he didn't seem to care, and didn't draw attention to his illness. Instead, he continued to follow Aure, stopping just inside the living room, eying the television.
"A breath to break the silence, a time to take the prize. Blackened skin around the the ends, he sees through darker eyes."
He moved over to the TV, and pulled down a movie, bringing it to her. Did he want to watch it? Probably. Would he say so in plain language? Probably not. zigeunerweisen` Aure shed her coat and boots at the door, sort-of halfway not really wondering where Ean's dad was. She wanted to chew him out for the bad directions! But she guessed he might be asleep, so she followed Ean to the room she supposed was the living room.
...But what's this? S... a... w?... Whatever it was... it didn't look like the Lord of the Rings. She went over to look for the DVD player, locating it easily- but she couldn't read the buttons. "Hey Ean, do you know where the eject button is on this?" she asked, finger hovering uncertainly over the group of buttons. Aaron Arrikanez Ean did, and he pushed it, the movie already inside [Scream II] popping out. He slid that one back into its case, and slipped Saw into its place. He looked... a little TOO happy to be watching a movie like this for the umpteenth time. Really quite a strange child, he was... He said nothing this time, simply dragged Aurelius back to the couch, and sat there with her, eyes riveted to the screen, and cold little hand holding onto hers tightly enough to prevent her from moving away. zigeunerweisen` "Ean," she whined, somehow stretching his name into two syllables. "I was looking at that." Aure settled quickly enough, pulling her knees up to her chest so she could rest her head on them and watch the previews. She'd never even heard of some of these movies- once she had heard Grandma saying there was no way in the entire world that Aurelius was ever watching Hostel but that was all her frame of reference contained. And then the dead body faded onto the screen, and she shuddered and hid her face in her knees.
Maybe staying at home and fighting back nausea was a better idea. Aaron Arrikanez Ean's eyes grew fierce with delight. A strange sort of warmth started to creep through his limbs - not unlike a fever - and had soon warmed his body to the correct temperature. His hand was not cold now, but soft and warm like a child's SHOULD be. And he seemed... more relaxed. Less likely to snap at the slightest provocation. More subdued... submissive, almost. This was the first time this had happened in all of Ean's days alive. And SHE was there to witness it. It was a mark of incredible trust. He smiled at her, and all the sinister and creepy was gone. It was the simple, pleased smile of a child. The tape popped from the player all by itself, and the TV shut off. When Ean spoke, his voice sounded... strange. Not like his. No rhyme. And slightly higher in pitch.
"Aure wanna play?"
... And also a good bit more childish as well. zigeunerweisen` Aure was only too happy to go play- her eyes were just about as big as saucers. She had spent much of the movie in some kind of wide-eyed shock, gaping. "Sure!" The change seemed to go unnoticed- except if you looked directly at her. Then you could see that every line in her body seemed to indicate confusion. "What d'you wanna play?" She smiled and slid off the couch, forgetting to place her feet under her so that she was sitting on the floor. Aaron Arrikanez He slid off the couch, and turned off the movie, running upstairs, and dragging Aure after.
"Wanna play vet! My daddy's a vet, so I know stuff good!"
He grinned, and darted into his room, then into the huge walk-in closet where Ben had set up a pretend 'exam room' with the aid of magic. The tools and medications looked real, but the pills were candy, and the instruments spelled to be safe for toddlers and children to handle. There was also a spell that Ben HADN'T put on the room, but Uncle Damien had. On the wall, there was a book chock-full of pictures of animals. All Ean had to do was touch one to become that animal. Same with anyone who inadvertently touched it. But since Ean was... not himself... he flipped to the page full of puppy dogs, and smacked his hand flat against the picture of a German Shepard pup. Within moments, he WAS said dog, and scampered around Aure's legs, frisky and playful. zigeunerweisen` "B'I dunno how to play," she whined, gathering up the little puppy-Ean. Aure looked around for a chair- Ean was heavy- and found one, so she sat. "I'd play if I knew how... but I don't. When you're a person 'gain'll you tell me?" Every once in a while, she would accidentally kick the desk with one of her swinging feet; she was tall, but not tall enough her feet were firmly planted on the ground. After a moment of thought, she said, "'S'nice," and settled Ean down, promptly beginning to look everywhere in the room. Aaron Arrikanez He pawed frantically at the pictures - not meaning for her to touch one, just trying to call attention to it. With a whimper, he slunk over to her, and nuzzled at her legs, giving one or two licks of loneliness. And maybe a little frustration. He padded over towards a set of drawers, and nosed them open to retrieve a stethoscope from inside, and bring it to her. Then a chart. Then a light. Then a coat. Then a clipboard - but that was hard to carry in his mouth. zigeunerweisen` Aure was examining the stethoscope when she remembered what Ean had pawed at first. A book... one of the kind she wanted so bad to read! Placing the stethoscope around her neck, she pattered over to look at it, carefully turning the pages. There were a lot of puppies and kitties and birds... Idly, she poked at a picture of a pretty white dove, remembering something vague about Ean mentioning a dove- and all the sudden, she felt a lot smaller.
"What?" Her exclamation came out as a startled squawk, rather than the childish yell of confusion she'd been aiming for. Aaron Arrikanez Ean may have been Aure's friend, but he was now a dog. And a bird... a bird and a dog seldom mixed. He started barking wildly at the animal that Aure had become, and chased her from the room, still barking, hackles raised, and tongue lolling as he ran. FUN! zigeunerweisen` Aure jumped, which was good, because it got in her in the air and flying. Obligingly- but only because she was too panicked to think to turn around and perch on Ean's head- she flapped clumsily out of the room. Cheater! she cheeped darkly over her wing, but she flew a little higher and faster as she got the hang of it.
When would this wear off? She liked having legs. Flying wasn't fun at all. Aaron Arrikanez Ean continued to chase her. Chase chase! Fun! Until, that is, they ran into one of his uncles that was visiting Ben. Erik. If there were a creepier Arrikanez, one would be surprised. Dressed all in black, The left side of his face covered over with black hair. His eyes dark as night, pinpricked with stars. The midnight sky in his gaze. He held up a hand, and stopped both the animals in their tracks - freezing them to the spot.
Ean struggled against his uncle's incredible power for maybe a minute before giving up, and going limp - willing to take whatever would come next. zigeunerweisen` If Aure ever got a wish, it would not be for the gift of flight. And that is why she was doing a jig inside her head when Erik froze them- though she realized that she was probably in a lot of trouble. But, how was she to know that the book would turn her into a dove or whatever she was? She settled into her little frozen space and waited for the power to go away. Aaron Arrikanez Erik let his power fade after maybe three minutes, having given the children a bit to calm down. His voice was not verbal, but in both their heads. Even Aure's. ~ It appears I will have to tell Ben that you cannot play well with others, Ean. ~His voice may have been creepy, but there was a playful tone to it as well, and the power associated with it was no malicious. Out from the shadows behind one of the doors stepped Erik Arrikanez, the most powerful of the current with the sole exception of his twin - Evel. But Evel was not who faced them.
His hair was black, and his reminded one of the midnight starry skies. He was blind, but that didn't stop him from being a good uncle, and kneeling to stroke Ean's head while he changed both of them back to normal. He scooped Ean up in his arms, and held him. The toddler seemed to have fallen asleep somewhere between ground and up. zigeunerweisen` "He does play well!" Aure protested from her spot on the ground. "It was my fault tha' I got turned into a birdy, not Ean's..." She tucked her knees into her chest and gave Erik the biggest-eyed look she could manage at the time. But she gave up on that fairly quickly- possibly she remembered he was blind? After a moment of blank-eyed contemplation, she tugged gently on the hem of Erik's pants.
"Misser Erik, can I ask you a question? Please, please?" Aaron Arrikanez Erik blinked slightly, and canted his head to one side - not quite sure what she wanted, or why she wanted to ask HIM of all people. But he nodded. ~Of course - what is it I may help you with?~Once again, he spoke without speaking. zigeunerweisen` Aure gave her friend an apologetic look. She didn't mean to steal attention from him, but she had to ask- "Why do people die? Do we have to?" There wasn't a lack of thought behind the question. It was as if she had been spending a lot of time contemplating it recently. Aaron Arrikanez The boy sighed, and set down Ean, as he slid into a seated position on the floor. It wasn't so very long ago that a certain Strife had asked him the selfsame question. But Strife had asked it because he knew he was dying. To this little girl, he would have to procure a different answer. Once more, he spoke mentally.
~ Death, even though it is a sad thing, is a necessary thing. In order to die, we must live, and in order to live, we must die. There are varying beliefs on this subject, but the one that I subscribe to is reincarnation - that is, the cycle of a new life after death. There are many different beliefs WITHIN this system as well, but there is no true telling of what lies beyond the final gate. Life is a journey, and death is its end. It is a simple fact of nature that all that lives and breathes must one day die. Even myself. ~ zigeunerweisen` She sighed a little and scooted over to sit near Ean. Dying did not seem like much fun, it made you go insane and kill people. Or it made you go to sleep with your head cut off so you wouldn't wake back up. "But one of my mommies died and she didn't go to sleep, and the other one died and she got her head cut off so she wouldn't wake back up," she said musingly, with her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands. "Those guys in the movie died..."
Another thought seized her, and she shifted tracks to "Why aren't you talking out loud?" Aaron Arrikanez Erik laughed slightly, and shook his head when he heard her describing vampires. Some species are immune to this thing called death. Apparently, this little girl didn't know that. He calmly explained.
~ Some that are not of this world are immune to the final reward - Death - and therefore do not die when they are called. Some fear these beings, and attempt to separate their heads from their bodies in order to ensure the death. And as for the other... I am telepathic. I prefer speaking mind-to-mind much more than speaking with my lips. ~
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