Tranquillity and Rememberance (PART ONE)

Tranquillity

Mycroft was far from happy when they appeared with a slight pop in his bedroom, dressed in his typical black suit and the umbrella that always stayed near his person, being thread through his long fingers. He had a face like thunder... literally, a small cloud was appearing above his head, spitting dry rain into the air and the occasional lightning bolt.

"Careful Mycroft-...remember the last time" Sherlock said pointedly with a raise of his eyebrow. Mycroft continued to glower but the cloud seemed to break apart and clear.

He swivelled those darker grey eyes onto John, glinting with maddening anger. Sherlock stiffened beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady the shaking, the shaking that John hadn't even realized he was doing.

"Don't you dare... Back off Mycroft." he hissed, causing his black curls to crackle with his forming electrical magic that both brothers were now displaying freely. Mycroft pursed his lips, his eyes fixed on John.

"He shouldn't know about us at all Sherlock, let alone performing magic on him... what on earth were you thinking? We should... cut him off now, save damage in the long run" he said, darkly, his eyes seemingly glowing from within, fixed on John with clear intent.

Sherlock moved in front of the now pale doctor, placing his thin but hardened body as a magical shield between his flat-mate and his brother.

"Back- off" he repeated, his hands beginning to glow red in the blue lit room. Fire sprung from his palms and Mycroft gave a hiss of indignation.

"Don't forget Mykra, who the highest in our order is. I may allow you to summon me but you do not order me around. And if, I place him under my protection, he shall be protected as by all." Sherlock growled, Mycroft flinching as the lights in the room flickered and the glow in Sherlock's hands intensified as if the light from the room was absorbing into him.

"It should have been me! I was the eldest son, our father was the- " "MYKRA!" Sherlock shouted, his face contorting into horrific and deadly features, his voice echoing throughout the house with a resounding boom. Mycroft sunk to his knees, dipping his head in a bow and looking up at Sherlock with cold but accepting eyes.

"As you wish... sir" he all but snarled, keeping those ferocious eyes on his brother who was now towering above him. Sherlock nodded, taking John by the shoulder. The ex.-soldier only had time to tear his eyes away from the knelt Holmes brother, and tighten his grip somewhat before the world dissolved and spun once more.


Sherlock eyes seemed to bore into him as he partially sat, partially collapsed onto the sofa, his own eyes set on the steaming cup of tea in his hands.

"So, your brothers a wizard like you?" he muttered finally. Sherlock sighed, sitting straight up in his seat. Here it was, the questions, unbelievable that Mycroft had been the one to finally scare John off.

"Well technically he's merely a warlock and I'm a sorce- but yes." he said as John's eyes turned onto him, freezing him in place with that uncanny, hypnotic effect that he'd always had on him.

"Is... is there a difference? I mean, between a wizard and a warlock and a sorcerer and... such?" John asked, pitifully wracking his brains for any other type of magic practitioner he knew off. Sherlock's lips quirked into a smile, his eyes liquid silver.

"Yes John, a big difference in fact. Put into... terms you'd understand, a wizard is a bit like a private, no more than your typical practitioner, can do some basic magic a bit of summoning here and there, nothing to big. A warlock would be the general, extremely powerful, and when you become one- you would be in charge of a small area of land in the country you preside in. Your also put forward into becoming Chief Warlock or as you would put it a sorcerer." Sherlock paused for a moment, allowing the continually paling John to take it all in. He nodded, signalling Sherlock to go on, but not before he noticed the tightness with which he gripped his cup.

"A sorcerer... how do I even begin to explain a sorcerer? A- being with possibly limitless possibilities, anything that comes to mind, within reason they can do. My father was one, his powers- you can't even imagine. He could control all of the elements and some that didn't even really exist. Mycroft should have inherited his powers but for some reason..." he trailed off staring at his palms that seemed to have taken on a silvery sheen, reflecting the colour of Sherlock's beautiful eyes.

John took one of them in his grasp, turning the palms over to face him, trailing his fingers over the glowing power within. Those eyes remained locked on him, the glowing intensifying as his fingers continued to almost tickle Sherlock's sensitive palms.

"Show me..." John whispered, his eyes flickering to meet Sherlock's, the chocolate brown impossibly warm and inquisitive. Sherlock's teeth came out to meet his bottom lip, and he gave a slow nod. It seemed an acceptable request for someone to ask him after discovering his secret.

"Alright" he said oh so slowly, raising his hands. A whispered mutter and suddenly Sherlock's eyes were brighter than ever and the fire dancing in his hands were reflected in them, the brilliant orange and red of the flame highlighted with that same silver.

John timidly reached out, placing his finger-tips in the flickering light, wincing slightly at the touch before moving further into the merely warm flame. A soft smile appeared on his lips as Sherlock tipped half the flame into John's palms, it freezing for a second before a quiet mutter from Sherlock's lips made it continue it's flickering.

"How..." John whispered in wonderment, allowing the flame to wander over his hands, a mild tickling sensation following in its path. Sherlock smiled gently, and touched the flame. It erupted into soft green flames at his touch and the smell of freshly mown grass and rain filled the air around them.

Sherlock's eyes flickered that brilliant silver colour again and a soft white cloud appeared in the roof above their heads causing dry rain to fill the air, the occasional droplet falling onto Sherlock or John's skin but caressing their cheeks like soft silk as it fell down the faces, evaporating and disappearing into the air as it left their skin.

"John... take my arm" Sherlock said gently. John's palm touched his wrist, the familiar calloused digits of his fingers tightening around his slender limb, and the world disappeared in a silvery pop.

John gasped staggering backwards, and falling into the long grass that surrounded them. It took less than a second for Sherlock flop beside him, watching his whole face light up in wonderment as he sat up taking in the magically controlled wind that circled them; blowing water into their faces in a gentle mist, the smell of cherry blossoms filled the air.

The sun shone brightly in the sky above them, flickering off the lake, casting Sherlock's face in glistening lines and shadows. John faced him for a single moment, his eyes wanting to continue roaming, taking in the heavenly place that Sherlock had taken him to.

"Where are we?" he whispered in wonderment, watching a brilliantly blue bird chase a yellow one in the blossomed trees, looking at the mountains with their snowy peaks rising up from the ground, majestically, tall, imposing and beautiful all in one go.

His flatmate which also fitted that description came to stand beside him, brushing the grass from him hair.

"Amuanaia , John... This, is Amuanaia- my world, my escape. A world of magic, peace, tranquillity and everything you could imagine. This is my life's work, the world I inherited from my father, the source of my powers and my life-line. And, you're the first person who's ever been in here except me" he said gently, touching a hand against one of the silk like trees. John watched the biggest smile on his face as the tree slowly bucked under his touch, and the leaves dropped down to caress both of their faces.


AUTHORS NOTE: Yeah, this chapter was getting a little too long for my liking so I've split it into two. 2nd part should be up today or tomorrow depending on exams and such... Coming soon: more about Amuanaia, Sherlock and John's forgotten past and more magic! Hope you enjoyed :)