He awoke in a cold sweat. Shadows. Shadows, they were... everywhere. Breathing heavily, he shot up searching his room for the shadows not even the light could penetrate.
"Jon, are you alright?" he looked over at the midnight blue kwami. His light, summer green eyes clashed with Duusu's vibrant, luminescent fuchsia orbs.
He looked away quickly, "The peacock is the wielder of truth… right..?"
Before the deity could answer his chosen he was interrupted with a knock on the door. It opened without an answer, soon revealing the guardian's young fifeteen year old sister, Elizabeth, "Are you alright, Jon?" upon his look of confusion, she sighed, "I heard you scream." their identical summer eyes looked at each other, though the older of the two quickly closed as he sighed.
"Just a night terror, is all." upon her skeptical look, Jon had nothing to do but sigh in agitation, "I'm fine, Liz, go back to bed."
All the younger sibling did was sigh, before climbing into bed with her brother. Groaning in agitation, Jon let her knowing when she put her mind to something like this, she was going to fucking do it. A bittersweet smile lit his face as he played with her golden, brown hair. She had inherited almost everything from their Father (who was a knight killed in battle while protecting his lord), and very little from their Mother, who died in childbirth with their brother-he didn't make it either-while Jon inherited everything from his mother, expect his exceptional ability to hunt, that he got from his Father.
Their Mother, Jane, was a stubborn ass woman, so when she put her mind to something, she fucking did it. Jane didn't care for laws the King had put upon her sex, that was one of the many things she didn't give a fuck about. With her summer green eyes, and pale hair, you'd have thought that their Father would've only married her for her beauty, but no, he did not. It was her fiery passion for equality of the female sex, her way of rough, yet polite way of speaking, her righteous personality, and the one time she saved his life.
Their Father, Willem, was always a soft spoken man, speaking only when it was needed, otherwise letting his actions speak for him. With his golden brown hair, and summer eyes you think he would've taken advantage of the way the court ladies swooned, and the peasant women only wished they could have him, yet he did not. Willem spent the majority of his time training, and patrolling, and with the little free time helping the farmers tend to their crop, and teaching their sons (and occasionally daughters, if they so wished) to fight with a sword.
"Jon…?"
"Hmm?"
Elizabeth began as she shifted her position on her brother's chest, "You were screaming about shadows, and something that was in another language."
He stiffened, "Just as I said before, night terrors, nothing to worry about."
She propped her elbows on his chest so she was partially hovering over him, "Your scream didn't sound like it would've come from any ordinary night terror, Jon."
Groaning, he looked to where Duusu was hiding. Their eyes locked, and he could see the little kwami shake his head. Jon quickly shifted his gaze to the window where the stars gazed dutifully back at them. He soon noticed the clouds that quickly blocked its path, then the snowflakes. He smirked, he knew how to stop this conversation.
"Als I lay on yoolis night.." he began to sing softly. Her eyes narrowed softly, she knew exactly what he was doing. But, as the tune came into her head, she soon found she didn't care.
"Alone in my longynge.." he felt her head lay upon his chest once again as he swiftly continued.
"Me thought I saw a well faire sight
A maid hir chile rockynge,
Lullay, Lullay, Lay, Lay, Lullay
Mi deere moder, synge lullay…
The maiden wolde withouten song,
Hir childe aslepe to brunge,
The childe him though sche ded him wrong,
And bad his moder synge,
Lullay, Lullay, lay, lay, Lullay,
Mi deere moder, synger Lullay…"
Jon looked down to see her asleep, a smile stretching across her fair skin. I guess she still remembers when mother sang it to us, a smile stretched across his cheeks, before it swiftly turned to a frown. He knew he couldn't tell anyone about that dream, and Jon had a feeling he wouldn't be able to tell about the many more to come
A/N The song is called Als I Lay on Yoolis Night, basically a retelling of Jesus Christ's birth, but, still, a beautiful song.
