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Chapter One: The Silent War Renewed
Mhera slept easily until morning. It was usually busy this time of morning in the house. Too early to get to the museum, but not too early to get breakfast. Oatmeal sounded good, but one never knew which other member of the family was up. 7:30. That should give me enough time to eat something, shower, dress, and be at the museum by nine. Far too much to do in so little time. Mhera set her feet into her tan slippers and headed down the stairs, smelling coffee, an indication that either Keimo or her father was up. She headed for the kitchen, silently pondering her visions. She was so busy that she didn't see who was in front of her and smacked right into her brother.
"Mhera, you're up early this morning, and obviously already thinking about something important." He smiled brightly, his green eyes shining, "Want some coffee; I just brewed it."
"No thanks, I am sorry for running into you like that. I, um, had a hard night." Mhera mumbled
Keimo sighed, "Is it those visions again?"
"How did you know about those?"
"Mhera, I've seen snippets of nearly everything that's happened to you since ten years ago, as you have with me." Keimo reiterated once again. "But at the time I didn't realize it was you, as your identity was masked, or altered."
"I had always wondered why I had seen those kinds of things." Mhera mused
Keimo put his hand on his sister's shoulder. "Come and sit. I made pancakes." He led her to the dark wood table, and let her sit before placing a plate, laden with two golden pancakes drizzled with syrup, in front of her. Her mouth was wide open.
"Keimo, you never told me you could cook."
"You never asked." He smiled, then became straight faced and murmured "There are a lot of things you don't know about me."
"Why did you leave home ten years ago? What was the real reason? I know those arguments were one reason, but was there something else?"
Keimo somewhat slumped, his light blonde hair falling into his eyes. He answered her; not bothering to brush the lock away, as it was serving to hide his minute tears. "After I realized it was you who I had been seeing, I was glad I had left. You became what I only wish I could have." He buried his face in his hands.
Mhera came over to where he was seated, and, summoning up the courage, gently pulled away the black half mask covering the right side of his face. She stroked the scars it hid gently, meaning it to be a kind gesture. She whispered softly into his ear. "Remember when we used to tell each other secrets like this?" She felt her brother nod gently. "It's no secret that I'm so proud of who you are, and what you have become. You're my brother again." She flashed him a small smile as she quickly ate her breakfast. "Thanks for the pancakes." She was about to get the plate, but Keimo halted her.
"I'll take care of this. You go get ready. It's after eight.." Keimo said, his mask once again in place.
"Alright. Keimo, are you sure you'll be okay? You want to come to the museum with me? I could use somebody to talk to.'
"This is a journey meant for you alone, Mhera. Maybe some other time we can go, just the two of us." Keimo saw his sister's face droop. She turned away from him, hiding a smile.
"I look forward to it. You're starting to sound just like Father, you know that?" Mhera then went up the stars without waiting for her brother's answer.
She then showered, changing into a long-sleeve Navy shirt; with the sleeves enlarging the closer they got to her hands, and tan cotton pants of the same style. She slipped her tan slippers back on, combed her auburn hair back and grabbed her duel disk, as it seemed like anyone could be challenged at about any time. She then ran down the stairs, and out the door.
As soon as she was out the door, Mhera slowed her pace lightly, feeling that she needed to slow down, or she would miss something. She took a right, and then a left. The Museum was only two blocks and one right turn away. Mhera was about to make a right turn when she heard a voice behind her.
"No! Give it back! It's mine!" The voice was young and feminine
"I'm afraid I can't do that. You see if you succeed in delivering this letter, we will lose our advantage." This voice was masculine.
"You don't understand. The Silent War must not begin anew." The feminine voice continued.
Mhera could hear her struggling to no avail. She whirled around and saw a girl with blue eyes and almond colored hair, with a tan complexion like her own. The girl was struggling against a man with black hair and brown eyes complemented by a tan complexion.
Mhera couldn't stand that kind of thing. She walked towards the man, her voice brisk with disdain. "She has said that it is not yours to have. I suggest you leave her alone."
The man turned towards her, chuckling, "Is that so? What are you going to do about it?"
Mhera looked the girl in the eyes, curious as to why the girl wouldn't run. If she won't run, I'll take her myself. She looks about seven, the age I was when I dealt with people like this. Okay, here goes.
Mhera leapt over the man, landing somewhat roughly by the girl's side. She scooped the girl up gently, but the girl was trying to squirm out of her arms. "My letter, he still has my letter."
"I'll get your letter. Don't worry." Mhera set the girl down on the ground, placing herself between the man and girl. She then looked at the man and saw a gold envelope in his pocket. Is that gold one it?
"If I want to get that letter from you, what do I have to do?" Mhera asked, somewhat already knowing the answer.
He pointed to her duel disk.. "Duel me and win."
"Alright, but if I win, you leave this girl alone, and give back her letter."
"And if I win, the Silent War loses a Seer."
A Seer? Why does that phrase ring a bell? Mhera thought.
DH:I hope you are ready for another great chapter. Next Chapter: A flashback, the Museum, and the letter's gift in Chapter Two: The Seers Revived. Please Review.
