Hey, I'm really excited to write this, to help my Skyeward feels and because of all the angst that has been happening in the show. This will have action in later on, and I hope you like it half as much as I do.
ONE : GOD OF CONFUSION.
I stand on the soft pathed ground. My young, curious eyes looking at the sight before me, my mind already beginning to wonder full of thoughts. I'm only little and I barely know about the world. I can barely begin to comprehend the world however the sight I see gets my mind wondering.
My mom stands a couple of meters ahead of me. She's kneeling, a soft expression on her face and from here I can see the light scars that I like to trail my tiny fingers across in fascination.
I'm just a month shy of turning 4, but my mom always says my mind is years ahead in curiousity.
The kind-hearted woman's eyebrows are furrowed softly but that is not what spikes my curiosity. It's why she's kneeling. In front of her is a small blond haired boy. His eyes are glassy and his bottom lip is trembling. My mom kneels there, holding his small hands in her big ones. She gently strokes away the single falling teardrop of his face, looking at him with kind eyes.
I wonder who he is and why my mom is comforting him. I wonder why he is upset and where he came from. I want to go to him and hug him- like you are meant to when someone's upset.
"It's okay," My mom speaks to him. "It's okay." She repeats. Her voice is soft and full of love. The boy doesn't talk, just looks mournful and confused- as if he doesn't know what's going on or what's happened.
"It's going to be okay. You're safe, now." Mom reassures the boy, still continuing in a hushed tone. She's oblivious to everything else around her but this boy. Her expression is not apart from how it is when I have a nightmare and she's comforting me. Has this boy had a nightmare? And if so, where's his mother to comfort him? I'm not jealous, just curious.
"Nana," the boy meekly cries as he looks around, trying to find the person he seeks. His expression becomes more and more distressed as he tries to find her but comes up empty. My mom's face becomes heavy with sadness as he speaks.
"It's okay," she whispers. I can't hear her, but her mouth moves in that movement again. Another teardrop rolls down the boys face, as he sticks his thumb in his mouth, looking around and around.
I bite my lip softly as I take a small step towards my mother- towards him. It looks as if it doesn't involve me, but I can't help but be curious about him. Not only curious, but I seek to make him happy once more- and maybe help him find his nana.
I take another one, and another one, right until I stand a step away from my mother's shoulder. My mother now becomes aware of my pressence, as she turns her head to look at me. Instead of shooing me away, she greets me with a small smile.
I focus my eyes back onto the upset boy, who's now looking down at the floor in sorrow. I thrust out my arm, what holds onto my bunny. The boy looks up at me and I nod with my head, telling him he can hug her. The boy cautiously takes the bunny and hugs it to his chest.
"Daisy," my mom says with a quiet tone to not scare him. "This is Lincoln." She tells me. I smile softly at the boy, like my mom- after all, I got it from her. His blue eyes connect with my brown ones and in return he gives me a small, shy smile.
"Hello, Lincoln." I greet.
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"Skye!"
I groan at the loud noise of voices interrupting the most beautiful thing known to mankind; sleep.
"Skye!" I must admit, the voice is indeed persistent, but so am I. I pull the soft quilts over my head and furrow deeper into my bed, totally and utterly cocconing myself.
"Come on, Skye, wake up!" The voice snaps, but in a playful way. I groan something unaudible but you should just take it as a miserable and annoyed no. Before I know what's happening, I feel myself being shaken as whoever wants me to crawl out of my heaven pushes me gently.
"Skye, I know you're awake." I groan again yet another protest. Anyone could understand my where I'm coming from. No one wants to get out of bed, especially when the quilts are as soft and comfortable as mine are. Having goose feathered pillows and soft cushioned quilts on top of a memory foam mattress is really not the things you want someone to lie on, if you want them to get up.
"Skye, if you don't get up, I'm going to have to kiss you." Despite me being hidden deep in the quilts far away from his lips, the threat is enough to make me sit up quickly, more awake than ever.
"I'm awake, I'm awake!" I say, throwing my hands in the air in mock surrender. Lincoln, from where he stands next to my bed, chuckles. I turn my eyes upon him.
"I knew that would get you up," he smirks at me and I can't help but smile back. And lob a pillow at his head, of course. Me and Lincoln will do a lot of things together, but kissing is not one of them. We've been friends since we were 4- no. Best friends. I can't imagine my life without my light brown haired friend in it however having romantic feelings towards him is mad.
"You're mean." I state, pouting at him. In reply, he simply rolls his eyes at me.
"Come on, you need to get up." He pulls at my arm, trying to get me out of bed much like he always has done since we were kids. I groan at him. I'm awake, but I'm still reluctant to get out and do stuff.
"And why's that?" I dart the question at him, raising an eyebrow. We go through this nearly every morning, our words almost scripted.
"Because you can't stay in bed all day, that's why. Plus, I can smell your mom's cooking. I think it's... pancakes?" Lincoln's grin is lopsided as he smiles at me as I shoot out of bed at the prospect of pancakes, nearly falling over in the process. Actually, falling.
"We'll eat, then I'm going to shower." I tell him as we walk out my bedroom, me still clad in my pajamas.
I smell my mother's cooking as soon as I leave the room, and it's enough to make my mouth water. My mom is the most amazing cook and baker in the whole world. (Yes, I've never been anywhere else, but you just have to taste her food and you'll be in love with it). My mom can turn the simplest of herbs and spices into a yummy, yummy dish. She's tried to teach me, and I've tried to learn but what turns into a tasteful masterpiece for her is a burnt pile of herbs for me.
"Morning, mom." I greet my mother as I walk into the kitchen, smiling at the woman. She smiles at me as she flips a pancake, and I have to make sure I don't drawl.
"Hello, Skye. Lincoln," my mother greets us back, her smile soft and her voice gentle. My mom is a kind-hearted yet formidable woman.
"Hey, Jiaying." Lincoln says to her, sitting down eagerly at the kitchen table. Jiaying basically raised Lincoln, too, after rescuing him when he was 4. She's like an aunt or a mother to him.
"Yum, pancakes. What's the special occasion?" I ask mom as she serves up the breakfast to us three as we all sit around the table. Because of where we live, our diet is very fish and herb & spices based, and treats like this are... well, treats.
"Nothing much. Just I might have some good news for you later- but no pressuring me." Mom looks pointedly at me, us both knowing how I can badger someone.
"Whatever the reason, these are just delicious." Lincoln compliments her. In response, my mother smiles fondly back at him. I, meanwhile, push all thoughts back on what news my mom may be giving me. I don't want it to be the focus of my day.
"Where's Gordon?" I ask. Before it had just barely got out of my mouth, I get a reply.
"Here." Gordon walks in, and steals a piece of my pancake. Even to this day, it facinates me how he can walk, sense everything around him even without his sight.
"I would be here earlier, but I had to drop someone off." He tells us, taking a seat as if he could see perfectly with 20/20 vision. Gordon is like the big brother I've never had. He had just gone through the transition when I was born. When he went through the mist, my mother was his transitioner. It's only natural I grew up around him, thinking him as a brother and him thinking me as a sister.
"Are you done?" Mom asks me as I finish the last bite. I nod, and she takes the plate away.
"I'm going to go shower, then me and Lincoln are heading out to practice." I inform mom, and she nods.
"Okay. Gordon, I need a word." Mom tells him and I can't help but think it's something to do with the news she mentioned earlier. I head towards the showers and Lincoln to his room.
We live in a house together, us four. We also share it with a couple of people like us. In this village, there are houses, but it's not a family per house like it is in the cities. These house room about 8 people, so 8 people share them. There us two bathrooms- one for the ladies, one for the males. People from the city who come here are amazed by this way of life, but to me it's all I've ever known. And even despite its downsides, I wouldn't change it for the world.
My father also used to live here, with us, but he moved back to the cities. However, I still see him. Gordon brings him here to see me every weekend, although sometimes it is every other weekend. This life was just not for him- him being someone who grew up in a city. I understand, and I don't mind being so far away from him. At first, it was worst because I was still only little. But I should be grateful I have all the people I have around me instead of no one, like some people in the cities. It's sad to think some people live without their parents there to guide them through life.
"Come on, Skye!" Lincoln calls as I walk out my bedroom. I quicken my pace to follow my best friend. I open up the main door, revealing our village.
We live in a village that's called Li Shi, or Afterlife as people tend to just call it. I've grew up here all my life. My mother was born in China, and my father in America. They met when my father went to China to volunteer, and that's really how my father fits in to all this. He isn't like me and my mother- what's one of the reasons he couldn't stay here. As nice Afterlife people are, they... how do I phrase this?... They prefer their own over people who are not like them. No matter if he fathered one of their own. My father's a nice guy, even if he's tempermental, and I love him. However, not everyone sees the loving man I do, but the 'normal' danger hazard he can be.
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The view, overlooking at all the mountains and hills, is a speculatular site. Even though I'm biased, I really do think this is the most beautiful place on Earth- even beyond Earth. Our planet is capable of so much beauty. It's something people in the city take for granted. Fortunately for us, this raw Earth land ia avaliable for us, to use. To practice and mold our abilities so that we can use them expertly. It's pure land for us to use abd have no fear if hurting anyone. This really is the best place to be for after the mist.
"What do you want to do?" I ask Lincoln, standing up on the raw land and looking around. Even though I'm not even concentrating, I can hear the faint buzz of the vibrations of... well, everything.
"I don't know. Just, focus them on the rocks," Lincoln tells me. He leans down to pick up a rock. I mimic his movements, a faint smile dancing on my lips. Before I went through the mist, I didn't know what would become of me. I didn't know if I could live with my change. But now I've got it, I can't imagine living life without out.
Lincoln is concentrating on putting electrical charge into the rock. His eyes aren't closed, but they are focused on the rock as if nothing else exists. I know his summing up energy inside him. The electrical charge won't do much to the rock, but make it static and maybe levitate for a second but it's fun to watch- and do, apparently to Lincoln.
His change allows him to make anything have an electrical charge. Some people might say it's a wasteless ability to have- I say it's amazing.
"Come on, Skye. You're turn," Lincoln cheers me on, after he finishes having his fun. He rests the rock back on the dusty sand-coloured ground. I close my eyes. I inhale deeply before letting out a long breath. I make sure my stance is relaxed, shoulders back before concentrating on the vibrations. The mountain is the loudest thing here, but with practice and effort I have managed to die out that sound and focus only on the rock.
It's hard, even though I've had it for sometime. I've got the hang of it, but I'm still stratchy. Everything has a sound to it so it's hard to find one small rock.
"Skye! Woah," My eyes open at Lincoln's voice, and I see the rocks on the floor beside me vibrate and shake around my feet. I grin, my eyes meeting Lincoln's, what are full with awe.
"Guess I concentrated on the wrong rock?" I shrug, sheepishly. A grin spreads across on Lincoln's face.
"Guess so." The rocks stop shaking as I lose my concentration. That's a problem with my quake ability. I can concentrate on the right thing, but if my excitement is to high, I can get it mixed up- just like then. And unfortunately for me, I can lose my concentration really easy. I'm not one for 'managing my distractions', to say the least. Actually, I'm known for my short attention span so much, Lincoln has a nickname for me. What, under no circumstances, will I reveal. (It's SAS. It's not really bad- well, it is when he calls me 'Sassy', and not in the good way- it's how he says it. Lincoln, with all the years of knowing me, has gotten incredibly good at knowing how to tease me.
As I look over at the view, feeling like some kind of God- maybe of confusion as that's how I feel half the time, I remember it's Monday. Or rather, I remember what I do every Monday. I look at the time on Lincoln's watch, before turning around, to head back to the village.
"Where are you going?" Lincoln asks me, his tone sounding disappointed that we weren't practising a bit more. I look over my shoulder, at him, a smile upon my lips, dancing as I look at him.
"I'm going to see Raina." I tell him.