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It seemed impossible. It had to be. Yet as much as she tried to deny it, the more she was doubting herself and believing more of what simply had to be…impossible.
She stared through his ghostly figure, her wisteria gaze trailing up to his face and meeting his own deep purple eyes. He looked so hopeful while she tried to figure this all out. He looked so…so much like her. Amaranta bit her lower lip, reaching out only to have her slender hand phase through this spirit who clamed to be…her twin.
“…I don’t have a brother,” she stated clearly, “I would have known…T-there’d have been pictures!”
“I wouldn’t lie to you, dear Amaranta.” He hung his head, burying his face in his hands for a moment before speaking again; “It was not of this life that we were bonded by such blood…We are siblings, but from a time long…long ago.”
“Forgive me if I don’t understand you,” the young woman replied, a sort of angry and confused look on her face. “And forgive me if I think I’m going crazy! Ghosts…Ghosts aren’t…I don’t…” He reached out, cupping her cheeks in his oddly cold hands…She could feel him. “I don’t expect you to understand…I have waited for you to reappear at last…I’ve waited so many years. It will take time for you to remember our past…What happened to us—to you. I promise you, dear sister, that I will not leave you again.”
She pulled away from him, even standing as she backed up to the other side of the room. Her eyes were wide and her heart was beating so quickly…A sigh escaped his lips, “I don’t mean to frighten you…Perhaps if we start slower,” he began, “With my name, for one. Kadin, does it ring a bell?” Amaranta shook her head, to which he sighed again. “Then perhaps this one:
[- Your Character’s Name Here -]!”
Suddenly, another figure appeared in her room with them, and unlike this ‘Kadin’…This man was purely and truly solid. “You may not remember him, but this man was our only ally back when we were alive and together. He was our guard, our faithful companion…and where I can not help you, Amaranta, he shall. It has already been decided; he shall be attending with you at your school, in all your classes under the guise of your cousin. We have even took the liberty of assigning him to this apartment building as well, just right across the ha--”
“You’re crazy!” Amaranta stared at them both, fuming as her fists were clenched tight and stiffly by her side. “Making me have these…nightmares every night…Appearing tonight and saying you’re my twin brother…Claiming that I am who you say I am…I don’t CARE if you’re back from the dead or if you really are a brother from a different life—NO one takes control of my life!” With that, she stormed out of the room and from the apartment. And for a while, there was only silence.
Kadin chuckled softly, turning to his servant, the man whom he had just summoned. “She is still very much like how she was, even if she doesn’t realize it, don’t you think?” he smirked, his eyes taking a different look from the soft gaze he had a moment ago. “Go. Watch over her. We must not let the same mistake happen again…Before her memories fully return and she realize the plot…Dear Amaranta must be kept safe. You will assure of that…And I will continue to be the good, loving brother I’ve always been…Ahahahahahahahaha!”
next
The little girl with dark lavender eyes peeked over the writing desk, standing on her tiptoes in an attempt to see what her big brother was working on. Though, none of it ever made any sense. There were always so many papers on the desk; quills and empty ink bottles and ink stains littered the mess of parchments. On those scrolls were strange writing, but to her they looked more like pictures—And they were always split into two types:
Some of those picture-words looked pretty and she felt calm looking upon them.
Others had a more sinister appearance and she always became nervous when her gaze met them.
The child glanced at the corner where a large pack of supplies and maps was sitting, neatly packed and ready to leave. “…When will you be back?” she then inquired, not noticing how weary and distracted her brother was. She only heard the silence he replied with…
“…Do you hate me?”
At this, his shaky hand stopped writing and he looked at his much younger sibling with wide eyes. Pushing his spectacles up the bridge of his nose, he gave her a little smile, kneeling down to meet her eye-to-eye. “No…Of course not; never,” he said, “Yes, I am going somewhere…But it’s a place very far away and I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again. But I’m not leaving you alone…Not really. Here…” He stood and went over to one of his many book shelves, pulling out a particularly dusty tome from the highest shelf. He handed it to her, saying, “I’m giving this to you…It’s very important so I’m depending on you, okay?”
“It looks more like a metal box then a book…It doesn’t open!” Sighing, the man shook his head and continued on, “I need you to listen…I know what I’m asking may not make sense right now but I need you to protect this with your life. In turn, it will protect you.
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A lot of people will want this book and they might try to hurt you to get it. You must be strong. You are the only one capable of doing this task…You and the Book may very well decide how things will end…So you must do everything in your power to make sure that this never leaves you. Can you do this for me?” The little girl had slowly and silently become afraid at how serious her brother was sounding, but reluctantly she nodded. “Good girl…For a while, I won’t be around to help you or guide you. But if you are ever afraid and need help, just remember this charm…” He leaned closer and whispered into her ear…
Zitani awoke then, eyes wide as she slowly became aware of this fact…and a sigh escaped her lips. That had been nearly a decade ago, when her brother left. And since then, she had lived in the tower that was her home, alone. He never came back…She wondered if he was even still alive. It was then she became aware of her surroundings; she was sitting in the farthest corner of a large shed, clutching tightly the Book Of The Nexus to her chest—The very novel that her brother had given her to protect all those years ago. It seemed that this was no ordinary tome…That within its pages was a very strong kind of power that could rival, or even outshine, God. For a long time, Angels and Demons alike had sought this book, hoping to use it for whatever reason they had…and it had been in the hands of a mortal girl all this time.
On different sides of the shed, two young men slept near the entrance. One was blonde and had a pair of pure white wings…The other was dark-haired with wings of an even darker black. An Angel…and a Demon. Both were bruised and injured from their battle the day before when they each stumbled across the Book Of The Nexus at last. They had fought to see who would be the one to take the book…but it ended in a stalemate with the two of them fainting from exhaustion. In her confusion, Zitani had dragged them both here and tended their wounds in their unconscious state. She even took the liberty of relieving them of their weapons…just in case. Now that she thought about it…That was just a stupid move. She should have made a run for it!
Well, too late now…They were both waking up.
For some reason or other, neither of them could just take the Book Of The Nexus—not as long as Zitani refused to part with it. At least that granted her and the book some safety…but by how much, she didn’t know.
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