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[[ Author's Note. Key: ( * ) This indicates a flashback or a 'dreamscene.' (~~~) This shows a switch to Gidge's point of view(POV). And the words 'DragonLore' repeated numerous times in a line indicates the breaking into a different POV or a 'timelapse,' which just means I didn't want to describe a long boring scene that really had no relevance other than just being there. ]]
Also. Please keep in mind that this was written while I was in Middle school. I also wrote Chapter two and a few pages of chapter three way back then.
I would appreciate some comments on what I could improve on. Thank you.
Prologue
: biggrin ragons: Mythical beings of our past? Overly exaggerated creatures of our wildest imaginings? Could it be that they are simply a creation of our most fevered fantasies? Or is their existence based in true fact? Were they, at one time long ago, actually roaming this very Earth? One could not fail to see the facts that seem to indeed prove that the creatures were at least based off of some inkling of truth. For instance.. Take into account the wide range of ancient artifacts proclaiming the dragons’ existence... Whether in text or depicted through art. Almost every culture of olden times had at least one story or legend about the beings. From China to Europe and almost everywhere else... Dragons have been described as many things. Ranging from: Noble, wise protectors to mindless, blood thirsty beasts... Depending on where the description had originated. My one question remains throughout all of my thoughts on this subject: If the creatures we label as ‘Dragons’ did not indeed once roam our lands... Then how could so many places around the globe, that at the time had no way of contacting one another, come up with these creations that so resembled each other? So... Until it is proven, without a doubt and backed up by with true evidence, then I will still continue to believe that these magnificent beasts, the lords of the skies, land and even water, at one time and still might... Exist.::
So it Begins
-Seraphim Jacobs had to be one of the oddest teens that the small town of Black Falls had ever produced. Obsessed with stories and legends.... Dragons, Demons, Angels.. Anything out of the ordinary. It could be said, without the slightest hesitation, that the boy lived for fantasy.... And was proud of it. Long, finely boned fingers tap out a restless rhythm on the artificial wood surface of his work desk... Eyes such a deep shade of brown that they appear black at first glance narrow in concentration as he stares down at the essay before him. His entire eleventh grade literature class had been instructed to write a five page essay on a topic that they deemed their favorite while they were on their Winter break. Almost every mouth in that class had opened to let out a groan of dissatisfaction at their teacher’s vacation homework.. But Seraphim had been secretly elated.. Though, his face and body language had remained as impassive and blank as they always were. Dark auburn lashes flutter faintly as the teen yawns... Lifting both slender arms above his head to rotate them in a feline-like stretch.. Back arching away from the straight back of his desk chair briefly. His yawns once more and tilts his head to the side... Dark hues sliding over to his bedside.. Searching out the neon red display of his alarm clock.- ‘Eleven-Thirty already..?’ -he thinks…- ‘How time positively flies when one has writers’ block....’ -He turns his gaze back to his paper.. A single sheet half covered with his writings, a lonesome piece that was supposed to have four companions by the end of Winter break... Meaning that Seraphim had less than four days to either finish his little quest into Dragon lore.. Or find another subject quickly.-
-Slender legs shift restlessly under his desk... The limbs having been folded for far too long in the same positions. He groans softly as he stands, spine seeming to pop repeatedly in protest as he does so. His head turns to allow his eyes to slowly scan his room.... His safe haven, one could say. Posters ranging from Dragons and Fairies to The Crow and various bands cover his walls from floor to ceiling. He lifts a hand to brush back the straying locks of his collarbone length bangs.. The rest of his dark auburn hair cropped short. The hair frames his face nicely.. Accenting his soft, almost delicate features. Almond shaped eyes, pert nose, bow shaped lips.. The lower lip fuller then the upper... Hell, even his jaw line was softly defined under his high cheekbones. Seraphim had often despaired over his looks... These very attributes having been the cause of most of his bullying at school.. Earning him names like: Fairy boy, FemFem, Pretty Boy.. And those were just a couple of the tamer ones... Most of the names he heard, he didn’t even want to think about. He strides forward on sock covered feet.. Side stepping a few times to avoid stomping on any of his belongings. He opens the door to his small connecting bathroom as he reaches the other side of his room... The nicely sized shower looking far too tempting for him to resist. His fingers slide down to firmly grip the hem of his black t-shirt... Arms crossed in front of his chest as he does so. He pulls his shirt up and over his head.. Tossing it into the hamper located next to the door. He turns towards the mirror located above his sink.. The thing tall enough to show him from the waist to the top of his head.. With more than a foot of empty mirror above that. He slowly gives his torso a once over..... His skin pale. He was lean... Skinny, his mother often proclaimed.. Far too skinny. Seraphim always waved her comments off.. There wasn’t much he could do.. He had a slender physique. His lips draw back into a faint smirk.. Then his entire body shivers.. All five foot five of him as he realizes how cold the room really was. He moves over to the shower stall, turning the water on and beginning to adjust the temperature until it was just perfect. He sighs with a small measure of weariness as he straightens… Having been up for the last day or two. Slender fingers move to his waistband... Undoing his belt buckle and sliding his studded belt from its loops around his waist. After tossing the belt to the floor.. He stretches.. Loose bondage pants sagging low on his lean hips as he does so. He quickly pulls them down to pool at his feet in a puddle of dark fabric.... Black boxers illustrated with tiny Eastern dragons following swiftly behind, He steps out of the boxers and pants.. Toeing his socks off and stepping into the shower. The sliding glass door makes a very faint ‘clunk’ as he pulls it closed. A soft sound of contentment slides from his mouth as the weariness slips from his body… Tense muscles relaxing as he leans against the shower stall’s side.-
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-After what could be no more than thirty minutes, he exits the shower after turning it off.... Skin gleaming with stubborn, clingy droplets of water.. Hair plastered to his smooth face. He pads out of his bathroom... Feet slapping gently on the tiled floor only to go silent as they meet the carpet of his room. He reaches his dresser and pulls out another plain t-shirt, light blue in color. He slips it on.. Pulling out a pair of red boxers... Slipping them on as well. He stretches.. Fingers locking together high above his head as he moves over to his bed... Eastern dragon comforter dominating the piece of furniture. He slides under it and murmurs faintly before turning off his bedside lamp... Turning to his side. His eyes flutter closed ever so slowly and his lips part to emit the faintest of breaths.. The sounds deepening slightly as sleep overtakes him.-
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( * )-Darkness... All around... The silence is so complete that it feels as if he is in a void. No life... No light.. No sound.. Just that.. Suffocating stillness. He walks forward.. Steps echoing as if they were produced by the feet of a giant. A faint flickering of light ahead makes itself known... A beacon in the darkness. He can feel his feet move towards it without his consent in the matter.... But he allows it.. Wishing to get closer to the only flicker of warmth he had seen so far in this all encompassing pitch blackness. The flickering becomes more rapid, insistent.. Almost as if it can feel him nearing it. Less than a few feet away now, the light nearly so brilliant that he has to lift his hand to shield his eyes. After a moment.. He removes his hand.. Pupils shrinking to take in less light as he gazes into the warm, golden rays moving up from that single spot below. He bends.. Slender fingers entering that pale light... A warmth seeping through his entire body as he does so. His hand continues downward.. Coming into contact with something.. Something that chills him to his very core.-
-As soon as the object makes contact with the youth’s skin... Two things occur instantly: The darkness around him seems to gain a whole new level of hush.. As if the very particles in the air stop moving in fear of what was to happen. And his eyes, those wonderfully dark hues, change. The boundaries around his irises seem to shatter.. The dark outlines giving way to the color of his eyes like a dam would burst from having to hold back too much water for far too long. The dark color seeps out into the whites of his eyes.... Taking over until there was nothing but the darkest of obsidian to be seen.. Limpid pools of endless depths tinted with faint streaks of deep blue. -
“The prophecy is coming into bloom at long last... The child born from ancient blood has awakened....”
-The voice is rich and sultry, androgynous in its beauty... Enveloping all of his senses. The voice is so powerful.. That he can not only hear it... But it is as if he can feel each word sliding over his skin.... Like the softest of silk, leaving a warm trail in its wake. Almost like... He can -taste- the words.... The flavor so rich and delightful it should be a sin to have experienced it. The smell that drifts into his nose is so wonderful.. Like a mixture of all the delicious aromas he had smelled his entire life... Rolled into one staggering combination. Those blackened hues slide open with a faint flutter.. As if he were coming out of a heady trance. The sight he beholds is near awe-inspiring to his eyes... The hues narrowing a bit as he continues to stare. The world around him was no longer pitch black... But swirling with the most beautiful array of colors that the boy had ever seen... Twisting.. Meshing before him and all around him... Changing so much that he had difficulty keeping up. The world of silence and nothingness suddenly bursting into a cacophony of sound and a storm of color... Overwhelming in its intensity. He feels himself running forward.. Eyes shielded.. He trips on.. Something.. Falling.. Falling.. Falling.…-( * )
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-Seraphim jolts upright.. Hands frantically sliding over his face and chest. He looks down his shirt front.. Looking for any marks... A small sigh falling from his lips when he finds none. He flings his blanket to the foot of his bed.. Standing and walking over to his bathroom.. The light flickering faintly as he clicks it on quickly. He widens his eyes... Lips parting in shock as he stares at his eyes in the mirror.. They.. Seemed to be as they normally were. He grimaces…- ‘Of course they are, you nimrod.... It was just a dream...!’ -He snorts at himself. He had been a fool to have panicked over a dream. Sure.. It had been.. Vivid to say the least.. But nothing worth having a little freak out over. He walks back into his room, moving to close the curtains against the bright sunshine of the early Sunday morning. He flops back onto his bed with a soft groan... Hands grabbing at a pillow to pull over his face... Chest moving up and down in an even rhythm. He growls lightly as his phone starts ringing.... Unrelentingly.. Over and over. He finally rolls over after around the seventh ring.. Picking it up and growling out a terse..- "Hello...?"
"'Phim! What’s going on with you this lovely, lovely Sunday morning...?" -His best friend Gidge’s voice pounds into his ear.. His tone teasingly chipper.-
"Gidge... Man, why you calling me so early...?" -Seraphim couldn’t help but smile.. This was his friend of nearly seven years after all.-
“Aww.. You wound me, bro! Here I am... Calling you at the crack of dawn to give you a very sweet bed greeting.. And what do you do..? Scoff at my kindness.…?” -Seraphim could almost perfectly picture his friend pressing a strong, multi-color nailed hand over his heart and making his lower lip quiver dramatically. Seraphim laughs softly and shakes his head....-
“Gidge.... Quit being such a drama king and get to the point of this..... Early morning greeting...” -He can hear his friend’s fake huff.. Waiting for his moment of drama to pass. He laughs inwardly as his friend finally pulls himself out of the obvious pit of despair Seraphim’s words had thrown him into.-
“Weeellll... I was wondering if we could hang today, Phim..... This whole... Break is such a drag. Nothing to do but try and keep my mom off of my back....” -Seraphim understood this.... Gidge’s mom was a Grade-A psycho... Always on him about everything, even when he was doing well. Seraphim had only really stayed at his friend’s house a few times, no more than five or six, since he had met his friend in elementary school. Those times had been filled with Gidge trying to avoid the woman... Trying to keep Seraphim out of sight since she didn’t really like guests. Seraphim nods lightly.. He couldn’t deny helping his friend get some time away from her... This break was probably torture.... Having to spend every moment with her.-
“Ah... I see... Well... Would you like to come over here.. Or shall we go to one of our usual hangouts...?” -Seraphim waits for his friend’s answer... Lips pursing in thought as he drifts back to his dream of the previous night. What had that voice meant by..- ‘The child born from ancient blood has awakened...’ ? -That was the most confusing part.…- ‘Awakened...?’ -Then he thinks... -‘But that part.. When I touched that light.... I felt as if all my blood had gone frozen instantly....’- Gidge’s voice breaks into his musings.. His friend’s tone almost eager.. Like a death row convict who was about to get a last minute pardon.-
“Great...! Thanks, Phim... Errmm.. I suppose I could head down to your place.. And we can go to willow hill..?” -This was one of their oldest hangouts.. An old tree [That wasn't even a weeping willow] with a tire swing hanging from it.. Located a bit into the woods from their old middle school. Why they called it 'Willow Hill'... Even the older people of the town couldn’t remember.-
“No prob, Gidge... Meet me here in around twenty minutes..... I’ll get dressed....”
-At his friend’s agreeing murmur... Seraphim hung up the phone.. Standing to get dressed. He moves over to his dresser... Pulling out a pair of bondage pants.. Nearly identical to the ones he had worn the night before.. But these had far more zippers and chains.... Making a soft clinkling noise as he sets them on his bed. He strides into his bathroom... Quickly stripping himself of his night clothes and jumping into the shower stall for a quickie.. Washing and stepping out still dripping. He hops on nimble feet around his carpet... Barely missing a sheath to one of his katanas while he does so. He really needed to clean this room... One of these days. A chuckle slips past his lips at the thought and he slips on a pair of boxers.. The faces of Jack and Sally illustrated across his bum. Those pants that he had taken out are quickly pulled on and a different belt than the one he had been wearing the night before.. This one made of fabric and checkered red and black... Is pulled through the loops at his waistband and secured. He blinks as the doorbell rings... Quickly grabbing a shirt and a pair of socks.. Sprinting out of his room and down the stairs to the first floor of his house. His mom was already at work.. And his dad was overseas.. So the teen had the house completely to himself whenever his mom went to work. He reaches the front door.. Opening the door.. Shirt and socks clutched in one arm as he smiles widely up at the face of his much taller best friend. He shakes his head a bit.. Trying to get his bangs out of his eyes.-
“C’mon in, Gidge!” He moves back and makes room for his friend to enter.... Closing the door behind him.-
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(~~~)-The lanky teen of six foot three gazed down at the face of his much smaller best friend... Emerald green eyes quickly sliding up and down the other’s half naked form. He had swallowed ever so gently at the sight of his half-naked.. Pixie-ish friend.. Trying his hardest not to stare like he had wanted to. He nodded....-
“Hey, Phim... Long time no see.. Its been.. What...?... Three days since we have hung out...?” -He laughs softly and follows his friend in.. Trailing after the smaller teen as he heads into the living room off to the right of the door. Those emerald eyes found themselves straying to the smooth, pale skin of the other’s bare back....Sliding down to land squarely on his cute little rump. He starts at the thought and pulls his eyes away hastily..- ‘What the hell are you thinking, man..? This is your best friend we are talking about.. The boy that gave you somewhere to stay when your mother kicked you out in one of her rages. The boy that helped you on your homework when you found it too hard to do.... Who defended you like a tiny knight in shining armor when you needed help the most...’ -He draws in a deep breath and plasters a grin onto his lips... Both the bottom and upper lips full and slightly peach toned.-
“So... What are you doing answering the door all half-naked with your skinny a**..? For all you know.. I could have been some holier-than-thou church goer who would have been simply scandalized by your state of undress....” -His tone is teasing.. Nicely masking the slight nervous tremor in his usually smooth voice.-
“Ha! That would have been great....” -He bends and lifts a foot up to slip on a sock.. Twisting and adjusting it until it was on right. He does the same with the other leg... Arm muscles sliding under his skin fluidly. He stands and looks up at the other boy.... Dark eyes narrowing as he grins.- “I would just do something that would make them love me.. Like donate to their lovely organization.....” -He lets another chuckle slip past those wonderfully shaped lips again... Gidge’s gaze drawn to them as he does so. He slips his t-shirt on and heads for the closet by the front door.. Pulling out his combat boots and slipping them on, tying them tightly. He straightens and smoothes his shirt against his chest and front.. Hair still wet.- “There.. Lets go, eh..?”
-Gidge can feel himself nodding a bit numbly.. Having watched the entire show. He was sure his friend wasn’t aware of what he was doing to Gidge’s body.. But... He sighs softly and shakes his head. He needed to calm such thoughts. He grins once more.... Caramel hued skin gleaming as he moves forward. He lifts a hand up and runs it through bone straight, mid-back length ebony locks... Laughing deeply. Gidge had always been teased because of his odd heritage... Cherokee and Irish... Making him very exotic looking in the eyes of all around him. In a small town such as Black Falls... It wasn’t a good thing to look or act different... So he had been tormented almost from the moment he had moved to this town at the age of eleven... Friendless and lonely.. Until Phim had befriended him. He could remember it like it was yesterday... Not nearly seven years ago.....- (~~~)
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(~~~)( * )“Get up! You stupid mixed blooded freak...!” -Gidge had been curled in a small ball.. His body sustaining many blows from both the feet and arms of his three attackers. A small whimper had fallen from his mouth.. Though he had tried his hardest to keep it in the back of his throat.-
“Aww.....! Did you hear that? The b*****d is about to cry..!” -All three break out into gales of laughter... Their high, pre-pubescent voices resembling the hyenas that the children of Gidge’s class had studied in Bio the day before. He had just curled into a smaller ball.. Waiting for the blows to rain down on him once more.. But was wholly surprised when a fourth voice had made itself known... A pixie-like voice.-
“Hey! Who the hell do you three think you are...? Stop that!”
-His emerald eyes had slid open to land on the form of a scrawny looking little boy who seemed as if he should be in second grade… Not middle school. The boy stood there boldly.... His face blank and his posture unyielding. The three boys had at first looked at him in shock.. Then began laughing again.-
”Look at this! The resident fairy is sticking up for the half mick b*****d! What a sight...!” -Those words hurt.. Though the green eyed boy tried not to let it show. Those boys... Probably heard their parents talking about the Irish woman who had just moved into town with her fatherless son... A boy with striking eyes and a proud demeanor. Gidge had heard some of the townspeople talking about his mother and himself... Calling her a ‘Whore-ish mick’ .... Spreading her legs for a heathen Native. It had hurt when he had overheard that.. Those old men having begun laughing heartily at their little conversation, not realizing the boy of that woman was just around the corner listening. The small boy with the dark gaze holds his place and glares daggers at the three...-
“Answer me! Why do you think you can hurt him..? Because he is different..? Huh!?” -The dark eyed boy had parted his lips in a slight gasp as one of the larger of the three had lunged at him. He had managed to dodge and trip the boy.. Sending a sharp mule kick against the boy’s left side. The boy cried out sharply and scurried to his feet.. Calling his friends to his sides. The boy turned and ran.. His friends in tow... Yelling..- “We’ll get you.. You ******** fairy.. And your boyfriend, too!” -He sounded so much like the Wicked Witch of the West that the dark eyed boy couldn’t help but let a small chuckle fall from his lips. He blinked and turned around.. Taking in the shocked looking boy’s expression. He had moved over and offered a hand to the fallen boy... Helping him up as his offered hand was taken. The tiny boy had blinked and looked up at the much taller boy, sticking a hand out for the other to shake.-
“Hey! My name is Seraphim.. But you can call me ‘Phim...’!” -His face had been so open and genuine that Gidge couldn’t help letting a grin part his mouth.. Shaking the boy’s hand.-
“Thank you.. For helping me... Phim.. I am Gidge....”
-And that had been the beginning of a friendship that Gidge knew he wouldn’t be able to survive without.-(~~~) ( * )
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(~~~)“Hey! Captain Spaceout! We gonna go or what?” -Gidge blinks as he realizes he had zoned out. He nods and follows after his friend. They move out of the front door... Phim locking it behind him before they begin heading down the street. No more than twenty minutes pass and they slide through the hole in the wire fence behind their old middle school.... Trudging down a well worn path for another five minutes or so before they reach an old tree on a fifteen foot cliff overlooking a small stream. Phim bounces over to the tree and grins... Sitting in the old tire that hung from one of the thick branches of the towering oak. He leans back, gripping the rim of the tire and drawls in a thick Southern accent..-
“Why I do declare... Why don’t ya’ll just come ova’ here and push me...?” -He flutters his lashes and leans back some more.. Chuckling throatily. Gidge can feel his breath hitch in his chest at the other’s husky tone... Sending a shaft of warmth through him. He ignores it and laughs softly.. Moving over to push his friend. He continues to do so.. His small friend’s laughter making him feel happier than he had in ages.-(~~~)
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-Seraphim laughs... Enjoying his friend’s strong hand on his back every time he was pushed forward. He always felt so safe when in the company of Gidge. His legs swing out and he leans back... Hair almost dry and trailing out behind him with each forward swing. Then his eyes.. Catch something flickering down on the opposite side of the small stream...-
“Stop me, Gidge!” -His friend quickly obliges.. Frowning a bit and looking concerned at his friend’s near harsh tone.-
“What is is, Phim..? Something wrong...?” -His emerald eyes quickly slide over Seraphim’s body as he slides out of the swing and begins walking towards the path that leads down to the stream.-
“Huh..? No.. Uhh.. No.. I think.. Think everything is fine....” -Seraphim’s voice is distracted as he begins making his way down the hill.. Eyes intent on the spot he had seen just moments before. Gidge follows closely behind.... Hands out slightly in case his friend were to trip. They both reach the bottom and Seraphim trudges through the shallow water.. Gidge close on his heels. He bends as he reaches the spot..... Dark hues widening. Gidge comes up next to him...-
“What is it, Phim...?” -The smaller boy’s mouth was hanging open slightly.. Slender fingers reaching forward slowly. He watches Phim do this.. Emerald eyes open with curiosity. Seraphim continues to move his hand forward... Eyes locked onto a talisman made of what looked like extremely old iron ore... Shaped like a small dragon biting its own tail.. Ruby red eyes gazing forward. His fingers touch the metal.. And a familiar coldness slides through his body.. Spine arching slightly as his fingers wrap around it. He suddenly turns to his best friend.. Who nearly jumps back in shock as he takes in Seraphim’s eyes... The white overtaken by the darkest obsidian Gidge had ever seen.. Faint gleams of blue streaked in them. Gidge remains where he is.. Caramel face losing a bit of its color as Seraphim speaks in a voice so different from his normal tone.. The words sliding through Gidge’s body like soft waves of electric warmth.-
“It.. Wasn’t a dream....”
~*~End- Chapter One: So It Begins~*~
~*Chapter Two- Unwavering Resolve
(~~~) Gidge continued to stare at his best friend.. Emerald green eyes awash with both concern and that small bit of fear at his friend’s complete change in tone and voice. Seraphim was still silent.. Those words he had spoken.. ‘It wasn’t a dream…’ Seeming to echo in the calm air around them.. The silence following almost smothering to Gidge. His lanky frame shifts… Sneaker covered feet moving along the gravely and lushly grassed ground. One hand dares to move forward cautiously as the smaller teen looks back to the talisman held so gingerly in his pale hand.. As if it were some sort of treasured heirloom. That hand comes into contact with the soft flesh of the dark eyed boy’s cheek. Multi-colored nails flashing under the mid-day sun. Seraphim jumps.. As if the contact from the other had suddenly drawn him back into reality and he flinches away slightly. He immediately pulls back.. Lips parting.-
“Phim.. Are you okay…?” -His voice holds nothing but fear for his friend.. Green eyes meeting with obsidian ones. He holds the gaze of the other… Even as a chill flows down his spine followed be the warmest of tingles… Sending the hairs at the nape of his neck standing on end. He watches the other’s head tilt. Auburn bangs sliding over those eerie eyes for just a moment… His expression turning to one of a daydreamer.. Blank and near serene as his lips part to emit the most beautiful and.. Terrifying voice that Gidge had ever heard But it isn’t just one voice.. It seemed as if many voices, all chillingly alluring.. Had melded together to form a melody of rapturous bliss..-
“D'innib noh‘we D'innib... A'nci noh’we A'nci.. Unpre H'nevif. F'rrib v'fre U'sii noh W'nceh u'iso. V’fre viler la’iv f’sob y’fro-fre a’nearew v’fisiv laan v’fluj lo’frar troloa la coisafrib. V’fla m’nyre… V’fla averoq-vif la’fre isav f’nmre noh’e b’wloq o’neib… Se u’iso orse r’zivlouv…..”
-A soft tremor slides through the raven haired boy as the words seem to echo in his very blood… The foreign sounds sending his mind reeling as it tries to comprehend them. Those emerald eyes shine with just a bit more of fear.. Not of his friend.. But -for- his friend as he moves forward. Both of his hands lift and grasp the smaller boy’s shoulders firmly, though, not enough to hurt as he gazes into blank obsidian eyes.. Those blue streaks in them doing nothing to take away the lifeless feeling that the dark orbs projected. -
“Seraphim! Seraphim..” -He blinks as there is no reaction from the other at all. He looks around.. Then down to the talisman grasped in the smaller boy’s hand. He reaches down and touches it.. Trying to pull it free… When suddenly his mind is filled with those booming voices. Repeating those strange words once more. He yells softly and lets it go as if it had burned.. Head throbbing as if that brief contact had somehow hurt him. He grunts and tries shaking the other lightly.. But those eyes keep staring blankly ahead.. Expression vacant and lips parted slightly. He didn’t know what he was to do. So he did the only thing that came to mind.. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the other’s in a near chaste kiss.. Lips closed and eyes the same. A shaft of fire flows through him… And he feels the other go limp against him.. Their lips pulled apart by the slumping of the other‘s form. Emerald eyes widen as his friend lays across his lap.. Breathing soft and face peaceful. His tongue flashes out to glide over his lips.. They felt.. Numb….-(~~~)
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( * ) -Cold… Empty… Waves of fire wash over his flesh as he kneels there. That coldness… It emanates from.. Dark orbs slide to the object clutched in tightly curled pale hands. Yes.. This is the source.. This small talisman. The darkness shifts.. Twirling and sliding around the crouching figure. Then stops.. So suddenly that it sends the mind of the boy whirling for a brief moment. He recovers and lifts his gaze from the hard packed dirt of the ground under him… And opens his mouth to let loose a gasp of pure surprise. Before him stands the most.. Majestic man that he had ever laid eyes on. The man stood tall, his broad shoulders encased in what appeared to be armor made from iron. From the metal that gleamed so brilliantly upon his shoulders hung a deep crimson cape that flowed down his back to rest behind his armor plated knees. His lower half was covered in worn hide.. Fitted tightly to his form and tucked into his iron boots. Resting against his left hip was a dark sheath… Glimmering with a line of red rubies down each side to meet at the tip. The hilt of the sword in this sheath gleamed magnificently against the black of its holder.. Silver with a dark red ruby the size of a small plum fixed at the center of the hilt, just below the handle. Upon his head sat a helm made of bronze.. Shined to perfection. The helm covered his forehead.. Cheeks and nose.. Leaving his eyes and the lower half of his face visible. His eyes… They had to be the most vivid blue that he had ever witnessed. Bright.. Yet deep.. Seeming bottomless. The irises were surrounded by a thin ring of tawny-gold… That same color flecked throughout that striking blue. Those eyes meet with the deep brown of the boy’s gaze.. And the cold that had filled his body mere moments before lifted to give way to a wave of warmth unlike any he had ever known before. His lips part in a small gasp.. Startled by the sudden.. Calm that flowed over him as he watched the stranger. That man lowers a hand to the boy, chain mail glinting softly. The boy reaches a hesitant hand up, then grasps the hand. The glove over the stranger’s fingers is of the softest feeling leather.. Warmed by the skin beneath it. The man’s grip is firm as he hoists the small frame up. He lowers his hand and grasps the talisman, the youth making no attempt to stop the man as he takes it. One gloved hand lifts his chin softly… Then he spreads the chain of the talisman and slides it over the boy’s head… The thing settling against the boy’s chest as if it were meant to be there all along. He removes his hands from the boy and raises them… Pulling off his helm slowly. A soft smile plays about the flesh colored lips of the man… And his shoulder length tawny hair plays about his face as a soft wind blows. The boy just stares up in awe.. Taking in the slightly scruffy appearance of the man’s cheeks and jaw…. Then the scar that runs through his right eyebrow and onto his cheek. The scar in no way takes from the man’s distinguished air.. Somehow just adding to it. The boy moves to speak.. But is silenced as the man raises a hand.. Palm towards him. Then those lips move and his voice spills out. The tone is deep in timbre and rich in accent.. Honeyed and smooth.-
“It… Is time, young one..” Then the world explodes.. The color bleeding away and the blackness returning… The boy cries out as the comforting warmth is taken away with the color and he begins falling once more.. Falling.. Falling… ( * )
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-Pale lids shift and flutter as his head shakes.. Auburn locks falling from his face as his dark eyes open slowly. The first thing his sees is… Gidge’s face.. Staring down at him with an odd expression. He groans and sits up slowly… The fact that his head hand been in his friend’s lap not dawning on him just yet.-
“Augh… Gidge..? What happened…?” -He lifts a hand to clutch at his head.. A sharp throbbing in his right temple causing him to wince slightly as he tilts his head forward. A low groan escaped his lips as he continues to cradle his aching temple, pale fingers laced through his auburn tresses tightly.
“Gidge… What the hell…?” -He looked up to his friend’s face and was startled to see a light hue of red under the caramel skin of his cheekbones. He blinks blearily…. Sure he was just imagining it. Why would he be blushing…? He shakes his head and dismisses it.. Looking around slowly. He swallows lightly and looks down.. Fingers of his right hand opening to reveal the little dragon. His eyes widen and he looks back to Gidge’s face… One brow raising as he asks once more.-
“What.. Happened?” -He watches his friend swallow lightly.. Then open his mouth and close it, as if trying to figure out how to explain what had happened. Gidge shakes his head and begins speaking in a hesitant voice, so much unlike his usually confidant tone.-
“We.. Were on Swinger’s tilt.. And I was pushing you. You made me stop all of a sudden and you made your way down the hill over here, I followed because I wanted to see what had grabbed your attention. Then you knelt down and grabbed that…” -He points to the talisman still in Seraphim’s hand…- “Then.. Your eyes.. They.. They turned black.. With.. Deep streaks of blue… And you face.. It was so empty.. Just like your eyes….” -He shivers faintly… And points a bit to Seraphim‘s eyes.- “They are normal now… Then… After that.. You spoke.. But it wasn’t your voice… It was like.. A bunch of voices all mixed together speaking a language I have never heard before. I couldn’t understand it. Then.. Uhh.. You passed out…” -Gidge’s cheeks darken a bit as he looks off to the side… But Seraphim pays no heed looking down at it. The dragon.. Looked like a baby… Its tiny wings spread and curling so that the whole thing was in a circle shape as it bit its own tail. Its eye was a ruby… The color a deep red that resembled blood. He looks up at the face of the larger boy and looks back down. His lips purse and he parts them to speak softly.. Voice echoing that man’s.-
“It.. Is time, young one….” -He hears the other’s questioning sound at his words but doesn’t answer as he lifts the chain and spreads it. He hesitates a mere moment.. Then slips it over his head. As soon as the cold metal of the talisman touches the fabric of his shirt.. It seems to seep through to his chest… Images begin flying through his mind at a sickening rate. Fire.. Screams.. Flashes of light and booms of sound as that language slides through the background of the scenes. His eyes close and he groans softly.. One hand reaching out of its own accord as his lips part and he speaks in his own voice.. But once more in that unknown language.-
“B’soqre.. R’zlir.. M’nyre laseev v’fer-we arrij. V’fre isav noh’e pysow brisvif… Wriv w’nce j’lob lin derre a’sitsvilno noh’ce o’neib. Mirsav, unpre vina, Ne u’flib noh menimfruw..Beniv l’qoner nice miris… F’savro vinic s’lib.”
-Seraphim gasps and falls to the side as those last words echo from his lips… Feeling strong arms catch him and he instinctively curls close. His breath comes out in frantic pants and stifled sobs catch in his throat. He clutches at Gidge’s shirtfront and looks up. His eyes are wide and tears begin forming in them. His voice is breathy and choked as he speaks to the boy looking down on him…-
“So much.. Pain…“
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(~~~) -That language again… Thoughts of confusion run rampant through the mind of the raven haired youth as his friend once more utters words in that chilling language. He had broken out of his thoughts just in time to catch his friend as he fell to the side.. Cradling the small frame to his chest. He gasps as his friend looks up into his face.. Those dark eyes awash with tears… The tears spilling and leaving trails behind on that alabaster skin as they fall from Seraphim’s chin. Gidge swallows softly and leans his head down as he hears the other’s words. His eyes widen and he speaks softly.-
“Who is in pain..? Are you hurt, Phim?” -His head tilts and his eyes run the length of the other’s slight frame.. Trying to see if any damage was visible. He looks back to the other’s face as he feels his head shake slowly. He blinks and speaks again.-
“Who.. Who is in pain, Searphim…?” -Very rarely did he call him by his full name.. Which only echoed how scared he was. The other swallows softly and speaks in a low voice.. Haunted where it had been carefree before.-
“The people.. So much pain.. Death.. Fire.. There is a war.. A war that is killing all of those it touches. I.. Need to help them…” -He stands and grunts softly.. Staggering some. Gidge is on his feet in an instant and puts a steadying hand to the space between his best friend’s shoulder blades.-
“Are you okay…?”
“Yes.. Just a bit.. Light headed. Come on Gidge.. I have to go home and.. Get ready…” -He blinks and looks down upon his friend’s determined face…-
“Ready.. Ready for what…?” -He can feel his friend’s shoulders tense and straighten.. Then blinks as his voice rings out.. Firm and confidant.-
“I have to go to where this pain is, Gidge... I have to.. Stop it somehow.” (~~~)
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-Seraphim’s lips are flattened into a straight line as he trudges back through the little stream and back up the hill, not looking back, but knowing his friend is right behind him. The trip back to his home is silent and tense.. The air around the two heavy with both unanswered questions and an ominous tinge of uncertainty. His hand slides into his back pocket as he reaches his door and he pulls his keys out, unlocking his door. He walks in.. Hearing the door close as Gidge comes in as well, still silent. He takes a deep breath and turns around.. Looking to the clock on the wall located above his living room fireplace… They had only been gone an hour and a half, Seraphim’s mother would be gone to work for a few more hours yet. He sighs softly… Fingers of his right hand absently trailing up to trace the outline of the dragon slowly as he thinks. He moves to the living room and sits heavily upon the beige couch to the left of the coffee table, brow knitted into a frown. He looks up, brown eyes shining with his chaotic thoughts and signals his friend to come sit beside him. Gidge does so.. Teeth flashing out to worry his lower lip as he looks upon his troubled friend.-
“Phim…?” -His voice is quiet and hesitant as he looks down to the lowered head of Seraphim. He blinks as that head tilts to look up at him.. Features hard and the lines deep around his mouth.-
“You… Probably aren’t going to believe me when I explain all of this to you, Gidge.. But please.. Please.. Just hear me out and then make your judgments.” -He exhales sharply and folds his hands in his lap, fingers twisting together so hard that his knuckles turned white.-
“This.. This talisman.. Belonged to one of my ancestors.. I am not exactly sure how it got here.. And why it looks so new.. And not rusted and old as any artifact should. I had a dream last night… Of a world forced into darkness when before it had been nothing but light. A dream of a prophecy that has been on the mouths and minds of parents and their children of another world for centuries past. I am not sure what this prophecy is about.. But I know that I am somehow involved. This morning.. When I was high in the swing. I spotted a small flashing of light.. Just like I had in my dream of the night before.. A beacon in the darkness to guide me. When I touched it.. My mind became clear on the fact that my dream.. Had not been a dream.. But a vision sent to me by someone in need of help. I saw visions of a man… With the kindest smile and strongest … I don’t know… Aura… That I have ever felt. And… I… I -felt- his aura. Like I could sense his life. Just like right now.. I can sense your worry, fright, and disbelief, Gidge…” -He hears his friend’s light gasp, but continues as if he hadn’t.- “And that scares the s**t out of me… I mean.. What the hell am I doing being able to feel your emotions…?” -He sighs.- “But… s**t. I -need- to go… I saw so much pain… Children burning… Locked in their homes as the walls collapse and blaze around them… Burning them alive. Their parents forced to watch.. Unable to do anything. ********, Gidge, I saw a woman getting her child cut from her womb while she was still alive.. Awake to watch the knife plunge into her stomach and take both the life of her and her unborn child!” -He grips his head for a moment, as if trying to banish such heinous acts from his mind.- “And now.. I can feel your horror and disgust… Your fear….” -He continues looking down… A single tear running from the corner of his right eye… Trailing down his cheek and falling to his hand. He stares at it.. As if the tiny little puddle held all the answers. He swallows and continues.- “I.. Heard someone’s voice.. Telling me how to come there, what to say and do. So… I am going to go, Gidge… They.. I can feel their need… No I can hear, taste, touch it, smell it… Every sense is filled with urgency…” -He stops and continues looking down at his hands… Waiting for his friend’s reaction… But by the feelings that were simply pouring from his friend.. He already knew how the other was going to react. He braces his shoulders as he feels his friend shift.-
“I’ll go with you….” -Seraphim’s mouth drops open and his head flies up to gaze up to his friend’s face.. But he can’t see his expression.. Waves of ebony locks cloaking whatever the other’s face might tell him. He swallows softly and speaks.-
“Wh…What did you say…?” -Gidge turns his head and his face is calm… Lips even pulled up into a soft smile…-
“I said.. I will go with you.. I believe you, Seraphim.. What I saw.. What I heard and felt.. There is no way that I couldn’t believe you, bud…”
-Seraphim’s mouth stretches into a grin and he stands up. He looks around and begins walking up the stairs.-
“C’mon, Gidge.. I need to pack some stuff.” -He walks up the stairs and goes into his room… Pulling out a leather shoulder pack.. One he got for school a long time ago but had never used. He turns as Gidge enters his room and gives his friend a soft smile.. The smile is returned and somehow… Makes Seraphim feel just a bit better. He moves around his room, looking for things that would be alright to take. He grunts and grabs a new notebook… Pencils and sharpener… He never knew when they might come in handy. He bends and grabs his chains… Clipping them to his pants. Around his neck he slides a leather collar and around his wrists, studded leather bracelets. He sighs and moves to his desk, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen. He looks to Gidge…-
“What will I tell my mom…? And.. What are we going to tell your mom…?” -His teeth flash out to nibble his lower lip with worry… He hadn’t thought of that when he decided he must go.-
“Well… You could say we went on a camping trip for the last four days of our break… Umm.. And we will be back in time to go to school?” -They, of course, didn’t know this to be true.. But it was better than disappearing without a word.- “Your mom will tell my mom… Not that she would care if I left without a word…” -His words are just a bit bitter as he speaks and Seraphim nods softly. Gidge’s mother was not the model of parenthood, that was for sure. He sets to work… Outlining what they were going to do on this supposed camping trip.. And for her not to worry. At the bottom he expresses his love and signs his name with a flourish that underlines it. He looks it over and straightens from his desk.. Gazing around his room… Hoping to see it again after he helped that woman.. That voice. He turns towards Gidge and begins walking out… He stops at his question though.-
“Aren’t you going to bring any clothes, Phim..?” -Seraphim shakes his head.-
“Only what I have on me now.. I am sure that there will be clothes there for us both, Gidge… Don’t worry. Now.. Come on…” -He heads out.. Hearing his door close softly as the other follows closely behind. They make their way down the stairs and into the kitchen where Seraphim attaches the little note to the fridge.. Knowing that will probably be the first place his mom goes to get something to eat after a long day at work. His fingers trace the note… Sliding around the word ‘Mom’ a few times. He knew she would be worried.. But this.. He knew that this was a matter far more important than him or her. He sighs and looks to the softly smiling face of the taller boy and lets a slight smile glide across his own mouth. He straightens his back and slides his shoulder strap over his head.. Resting the bag against his right hip. He turns and exit’s the kitchen… Walking to the front door. He stops and gazes around one last time.. The uneasy feeling that he might not be back weighing on his mind. He walks out the door and swallows softly.. Waiting for Gidge to follow before locking the door.-
“Lets go, Gidge.. Before I do something stupid like think about what I am about to do…” -He turns his back and heads for the sidewalk.. Back ramrod straight as he tries to keep is mind blank.-
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(~~~)-His heart raced as he followed Seraphim down the street… The sun still high in the clear sky… Not a cloud to be found on this day. Those multi-hued nails slide to worry the hem of his loose red t-shirt… One of the sleeves of his black, zip up hoodie sliding down his arm. He pushes it back up to bunch around his elbow and continues to fray the stitches of the hem of his shirt. His black and white Converse sneakers hit almost noiselessly against the concrete of the sidewalk as the other walks ahead silently, heading back towards Tilt. They pass by their old elementary…. Then further down the road, their old middle school. He catches up and they move around back of the building, both having to bend to fit through the hole in the wire fence to the forest behind. There stands a path worn through by the many times they had gone through here since discovering it in their seventh grade year. The path twists and turns.. The sun making it through the thick treetops in only small rays of light. Tilt makes it into view a few minutes later and Seraphim heads down the hill.. He follows a few steps behind. Once more, they cross the little stream and stop in the very spot where all this had begun. Seraphim kneels down and touches the ground with his fingertips, looking around. Gidge remains quiet. Seraphim stands and looks straight up into the face of the taller boy so suddenly that he nearly moves back a step.. Startled. He blinks slowly and watches Seraphim’s throat muscles work under his skin as he swallows and speaks…-
“Its time now….” (~~~)
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-Those brown eyes take in the face of Gidge… Worry and some fear evident in the other even without Seraphim having to use his new found gift. His tongue flicks out to glide over his lips.. His own worry that all of this might somehow not be real.. And that he was a lunatic or something of the like flickering through his thoughts. He takes a deep breath and looks into his mind to where he knew the words he needed rested. His hand reaches out and grasps the other’s right hand with his left.. He can feel the other’s confusion, but doesn’t let go. He looks up, the leaves blocking his view of the sky. His mouth opens and his voice spills out.. Cadence slow and even as he begins speaking.-
“Y'fiseev nour y'sa, afsii der. Y'fiseev la, afsii h'sbre….. ” -As he speaks.. His eyes cloud over and that eerie black begins bleeding into them.. Sapphire streaks seeping in as well. His voice gains intensity as he continues… Never faltering.- “Pre’penelra nofre hineq'nivvro... Loavsoura noh lip'desisour….” -A wave of power flows through the body of the boy.. No doubt sliding into the other through their contact of flesh. A wind slides around them at a twister like speed.. Sending their hair flying around their faces and their clothes fluttering wildly.- “Se y'neib inoq inav, la h'ncob!!” -The air around them goes deathly quiet… All the sound sucked out.. No birds.. No wind.. Nothing as those last few words pour from the boy’s lips. Everything seems to stand still… Then.. The world explodes into a blinding light so intense that both the boys cry out.. The brilliance of it so dazzling it felt as if they were directly in front of the sun.. Scorching and radiant…..-
-END: Chapter Two: Unwavering Resolve-
 Sadism.Butterfly · Tue Jul 03, 2007 @ 10:53am · 2 Comments |
