Author's Note: Hot damn . . . .a multi-chapter story? What am I thinking! I am thinking . . . "this story has been popping in my head repeatedly for a week, might as well write it and see what happens". I may vomit. Be kind.
The part where I disclaim: I do not own any of the characters and most of the mythology stuff will come from TV and stuff I have read. I do own way too much moose paraphernalia. In case you were curious.
He stood atop the church, blending in with the statues and out of sight of the people below. A slight spring breeze tousled his hair, carrying her laughter with it. He watched her as she dined with her friends, carefree and happy, unaware of what fate had planned for her.
"You shouldn't be here." Edward did not turn to face his brother, keeping his eyes trained on the woman below. His heart hurt, torn in half, wanting to listen, to be able to obey such as his brother always had. He had known who would come. They always sent him, the voice of reason, and the one who had taken Edward under his wing and been his mentor. The one who always convinced Edward to make the "right" choice.
"Edward," the tone was frustrated, exasperated, even a little fearful, but no anger was found there "You can't do this Edward, please. It is a direct order from Father my brother, you can't disobey. Think of the consequences. This isn't like your other rebellions. This is serious." Edward finally turned, his green eyes sharp and angry.
"You don't think I already know this? That I haven't thought about this over and over again? I can't help it. He made me this way. This compassion, this protectiveness, these feelings! These were all gifts from Him. I can't be faulted for how I feel. He was the one who put me in charge of her. I know her, brother." Edward hung his head, because while he meant everything he said, he still felt guilty for his thoughts and feelings, for his chosen path. He heard his brother sigh.
"Edward, the feelings will pass. You are too involved, not thinking clearly. It's a knee-jerk reaction. You need to take a step back and look at the whole. This is all part of the plan. You will see that it's for the best in the end. Please come back with me. It's not too late, He will understand. He always does." The hand that reached towards him was confident, certain that Edward would concede as he usually did in the end.
"I can't. Not this time. How can you all think this is ok? I refuse to believe that a passive stance is the correct one. It can't be. You may all be willing to blindly obey, be mindless minions, but I need to do what is right." At Edward's harsh words, his brother tensed, his voice turned cold.
"And who are you to decide what is right? And over Him none the less! This is your last chance. We are done babying you. If you choose this, you fall, Edward. Do you understand? You will be on your own. Just come with me." Edward's eyes snapped up and met blue.
"I said no, Michael." He turned, his eyes once again resting on the woman below.
"Foolish. I hope she's worth it." And with that, Edward was once again alone. He turned his head towards the cloudless sky, one tear tracing a trail down his cheek.
"I am sorry, Father. I cannot allow it. I will not allow her to be a sacrifice in your games."
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