*clears throat* Well, this is awkward…
Okay, so yes… I’ve been, away, for quite a while, and haven’t actually looked at this website in a shamefully long time, and thought I needed to update. Desperately. Please don’t try to kill me in painful, morally insecure ways. I didn’t mean to end up on a regrettably long hiatus, it just… happened.
But I’m back now and come bearing an extra long chapter to compensate, and hopefully avoid imminent doom.
A soft squeak pulled Obsidia from her dreamlike state of being half-asleep, yet could not fully slip under. She glanced over to see a small boy standing at the door, easily keeping it open, despite its weight, with one hand.
For a moment, they simply stared at each other, but it was ultimately the boy that broke the silence.
“Who are you?”
She raised an eyebrow. “I could ask you the same thing.”
“M’name’s Beckett. My twin brother Myles looks just like me, except different and my big brother Art-mis is really smart. Hey, your eyes are silver. You’re really pretty. What’s wrong with him? Why is he sleeping? Doesn’t he know it’s the middle of the day?”
His questions spilled from the boy’s mouth in a stream, never stopping once, even to breathe.
“He is hurt. Your brother shot him with a poison, and now he is dying. Your brother is trying to make a cure in time, but so help him god if he doesn’t finish in time…” she trailed off, realizing this probably wasn’t the best this to be telling such a young boy.
Beckett released the door, eyes narrowing. “My big brother says to stay away from you. That you’re dangerous.”
Though she didn’t show it,Obsidia was shocked at how menacing, knowing, someone so young could sound. “Then your brother is smart. I am very dangerous. Your brother got himself in a lot of trouble for hurting my f-friend, and will regret it dearly if he dies.” she told him, equally as menacing.
“I know you have lots of dangerous powers, and could hurt all of us if you wanted you. But you won’t.” She blinked surprise. “I think you hide behind of all of them, and makes sure everybody knows you can hurt us, but I don’t think you really would. I think you’re afraid.”
Anger rose in her chest at his words. “You know nothing of me and my people! I could kill you right now if I wanted you, and no one could stop me!”
“Then do it.”
For a moment, her anger was forgotten, and she was taken aback.
“Wait, what?” she asked, shocked that she had heard him correctly.
“I said do it. If you’re really not afraid, then prove it to me.” he said defiantly, crossing his chubby little arms.
Her eyebrow rose once more, and a soft glow sparked in the depths of her eyes, shining brighter with silvery light every second. “That is not a smart thing to say, boy.” Her eyes shone dangerously bright, pupils nearly engulfed. “You never know what the outcome may be. I am sparing you from a siren’s wrath merely because your brother will no longer cooperate should I kill you.” her voice echoed with its odd timbre, layers of bass and alto seeming to have merged with her voice like liquid power that dripped from her tongue smooth as honey, but deadly as venom.
“No.” Beckett said firmly. “You’re afraid. You don’t want to become a monster like that. You kill enough people just to get your power. You don’t want to kill more.”
“How could you possibly know that?!” she asked,incredulous.
“Art-mis said you were a siren, and so did you just now. I pay more attention that people think, and that’s how sirens get their power in my stories. Holly told me a lot of those old myths are based on fairy legends, so I figured these were, too.”
She sighed, eyes dimming. “For a boy so young, you are much more than meets the eye. You could be a philosopher one day.”
He grinned. “I knew you wouldn’t hurt me. You don’t want to be a killer.”
“No, I don’t. But I’m afraid that if Artemis cannot heal him, I may be blinded by anger and forget that.”
His bare feet landed softly on the floor as he walked. He he reached up and grabbed her slender, elegant hand with his pudgy, dirty one. “That’s okay. I’ll remind you.”
The wide blue eyes just outside the door shone with worry, fearing his younger brother would try to do exactly that.
But not come out of it standing.
“Try again. You have to focus.”
I have been focusing, Ismyra! My training only went on for a couple of decade! I’m not even an acolyte, but… Oh, you know why I never got far in training! It simply is not within my power! she protested. She had been trying to tap into Soren’s mind with telepathy, but it was a power that only upper acolytes even began to learn, let alone master and achieve.
“You have more power than anyone your age has had in generations,my dear. You should not have been able to call me, either,yet you did. If you can do that, surely you can tap into the vulnerable mind of an average-powered siren.”
She sighed and took a deep breath, and focused her inner energy once more. In her studies, her teacher told her a bit about telepathy, and how it worked once she was able to use it.There was her own mind, usually personified by a thin ribbon of energy. Then, you had to visualize the power of the person or persons you wanted to contact. Each power was different, usually taking form of a color or sound that varied depending on the power. Hers, was both. A translucent white thread that hummed with mysterious, resonating notes that never held the same tune twice.
This was equally good as it was bad, making her power full of undiscovered twists, while at the same time wild and unpredictable.
She pushed one end of the ribbon towards a pulsating coil of vibrant green. The closer it drew, the more difficult it was to push.
When the green thread felt mere inches away, her own line slipped and she was back where she started once more.
“Do not fret child. You will achieve your goal in time. You must be patient.” the celestial wolf whispered.
I can only hope I am not too late.
Artemis stared at the tiny vial, knowing that all of their safety clung to the elixir working. Though he heard what Beckett had said, he feared she was right and fear would control her actions if it failed.
Though His brother’s promise to her worried him, half of him wondered how such a simple view could bring forth so much wisdom. His brother but the most minimal of thought to everything, and somehow, could see straight to the true intentions of some. By not over thinking what was before his very eyes, he saw exactly what was there.
The drug should be finished soon, but its success was based solely on theory, and had an even chance of being successful as being a disaster.
He could only pray it wasn’t the latter.
And there you have it! This thing is over a thousand words, so I hope it keeps y’all sated for the time being.
Also, for any of you Rise of the Guardians, Young Justice, Generator Rex or Green Lantern: The Animated Series fans, I have several stories posted on fanfiction.net within those categories. The most popular one is my RotG fic, called Cold Insanity, and has gotten almost 80 reviews in roughly three weeks, along with dozens of faves/follows(another reason I’ve been so shady here. Most of my writing has been on that, because each chapter is several thousand words long, ranging from 3-5,000 words, mostly because I’M super engrossed by my own plot and want to know what happens just as much as everyone else does.)
If anyone is interested, search the authors category for Luminesrya (that’s meee!.. wow, obvious much?), and they are all in my archive.
And now, I’m going to go work on ch12, because I already had over 3,000 words, when my laptop decided to freeze and delete everything. Tata for now!