Everything collapsed at that one moment. That one moment when my very most secret of fears was unravelled.
My mother… she wanted to kill me. It had been explained that she was goddess of the sun, fertility and therefore, life itself. As one would expect, she had grown tiered of giving life to plants and people, and when she conceived life herself, she reacted like Medusa and Chrona. Only much worse.
She finally had property of her own, which she could kill without question. The fact the Death could create Life was also an impact on her insane reaction.
She wanted to toy with other peoples lives. To make them hell. Well, not a normal persons life.
But mine.
Her own son… who see wanted to see dead, for the pure fact she wanted to prove she was capable of bringing death.
It was disgusting. It wasn't right. For anyone to kill another. Death came because a human's heart couldn't beat forever. My father just guides them to Yomi, or Hades Palace, where father's best friend, Susanoo god of Storms (and my uncle), weighed souls to send them to the High Plains of Heaven, or to new founded Eagle Nebula, to re-pay their injustice to my mother, the highest of all the Gods.
I had another uncle, Tsukuyomi, the god of the Moon, who can never see Amaterasu again, because he killed Uke Mochi, the goddess of Food.
Then I realised just how big by family was. And to think I was only child of my generation? It was absurd. Not even Ninigi, my mother's grandson had any children.
I wondered why I had never seen any of my relatives. I suddenly felt so lonely, because I knew that mother was keeping them from me. I knew how small I was, there where at least 30 of the Gods in the Celestial Plain, as my father had said it was formally called.
The Celestial Plain was home of the gods and the Celestials, the heavenly army of the Gods, created to fill the missing life of the Heavens.
It was about the size of the surface area of VY Canis Majoris, the biggest star known to man, only in island form, the top, life filled island floated around with its own sea, kept in place by a huge gravitational pull that only affected liquids blessed by Gods. It had two rings around it, one carrying an artificial moon, where Tsukuyomi lives, and a sun, which gathers solar energy from stars to full the Gods powers.
It travelled around the universe and even into the Beyond. It was currently by the Cat's Eye Nebula, collecting the Stardust from the Nebula itself.
I was just an outcast from a beautiful world, where the sun is in your very presence. The fresh, untainted air of the Celestial World. I could only stand here, on the roof of Gallows Manor, staring up at the sky, trying to spot the Sailing Civilisation of which I came from. Where father came from.
He had told me that he thought he knew the reason why I didn't smile much.
'Children learn to smile from their parents'.
He said it was because my mother hated my and I never saw my fathers face that I hadn't known what smiling meant to humans or to Gods. So I never did it much.
It sounded absurd, but just look at Maka. Her mother smiled around her, he father attempted to, and she smiled a lot. Blackstar learnt to smile from the teachers at the DWMA, Soul from his family, and Tsubaki from hers. While little no-smile me had no family to talk to. It was a depressing concept, but true in the least.
The stars where closet heavenly family I had.
Father had said, that once his wife has returned to normal, I could finally go home and rule the world as it was.
I had looked to him and told him I wasn't going to do that. He asked me why and I just smiled at him and walked away. I didn't go to school again that day. I just sat and read a book and corrected the symmetry of the house.
Now I was here, Liz and Patti where going out with Soul and the gang, since I wasn't invited. I never was, to be honest. I never went out with them.
I sat down, with a stem of cherry blossom from the rock garden out the back of the manor.
I had come to see that the paintings in the Remembrance Room where Japanese traditional portraits of the Celestial family; last name Bane.
Susanoo, Tsukuyomi, Uzume, Kami-no-Gaze, Inari, Toyotama-hime and Ryujin were some of them. 36- 38 canvases lined up neatly, symmetrically on the walls. At the very end was father.
Perhaps I'd have a place one day.
I let the cherry blossoms on the branch fly away into the breeze before going inside, and into the living room. I sat down on a sofa in front of a large wood burning fire.
I brought out a book a read quietly. When was father coming home? He said he would tonight for once, but it seemed unlikely.
I had stumbled across a book on unique soul changing abilities while roaming through DWMA's vast library.
Somehow it seemed important. I just didn't see why. They had never thought us about souls that could change. I wouldn't ask father about anything on this subject, Father would just keep quiet and move on to another subject. I scanned through the chapters, finding some very unusual information. Certain Weapons or Meisters can be born with the ability to cancel Soul Resonance of another partner, some can harness another's Soul Wavelength to add to their own power. The most intriguing of all of them was a Weapons ability to turn a Meister into a Weapon.
I'd never seen or heard of this kind of ability before. I only knew is that I had yet to sense a Meister with these powers before.
I shut the book, and went into the Remembrance Room. Out of all the pictures, the most recent painting on that wall was one of an 20 year-old girl with black hair with a single star on a slanting fringe, her silver eyes gleaming at me through the painting, dressed in a colourful kimono.
I had no idea who see was. Unlike the other paintings, it didn't have a name. Just the initials; L.B.
I went to bed early that night, pondering on everything I'd seen, just in case I needed it.
Just to be safe, anyway.
Ember POV
Damn it! I let myself slip! My barrier of defence was broken, right after I hugged the damn Reaper.
I had become ignorant! Why did I let that happen? Why?
'because I'm hungry, Emberlynn?' said the same high voice. Now it decided to come back? It even said something when I hugged Kid;
'Smells good, Ember! His blood feels nice and warm!'
Creep. This voice pissed me off to no avail.
'go away, I don't need you to run my life' I answered it
'your cruel, Ember! I haven't eaten in ages and you still won't let me eat the boy!"
The voice nagged. I tried to shut it out. Seriously. This thing was becoming absolutely annoying! Like Excalibur... but eats people.
I sat in my apartment, on the sofa, my hands over my ears while stomping my feet on the floor.
Cursed curse! Why did I have to be stuck with the monster!
I took out my ipod and played it as loud as it could go.
'ohhhh! Is that the new Avenged Sevenfold song?' It asked. I tried to ignore it.
'I love this song! Then again, I like everything! Especially when it involves killing and eating things raw!' the voice then seemed to move, facing another way. Then came the clattering bang, and it was gone. Damn I hate that voice so much! I keeps telling me to kill people! I can't do that for it! Not in a million years.
Loki and Drew stepped into the main room, poking my back.
"Hey!" Loki shouted. "We can here the music! Turn it off!" he yelled.
I looked up at him with wide eyes, then took out my earphones, then said; "What was that?". Just to be awkward.
Loki and Drew turned away, and walked out.
What was their problem? Anyway, I had work to do. I needed to figure out a way to silence the rasping voice in my head. It was very frustrating.
For now all I could do was pretend to ignore them, even though they knew I couldn't ignore them. They where too loud.
School the next day was much more interesting. We had a sparing contest, and I won that, obviously. After cancelling my opponents Soul Resonance. It was always good to see the look on their little pure-human faces.
Then Kid had fought. It had been the weirdest thing I'd ever seen. And that's saying something.
Kid's POV
I remember the fighting, Sid had told me to do my best. I had tried to show off almost, which wasn't who I was. Then I got this strange urge to scream something at the top of my lungs. I had no idea what it was though. I just backed off, and then shouted.
"Silver Blood, initiate!" the most peculiar feeling evolved inside my veins, burning my blood, my skin paling to ice white, as I was engulfed in a bright silver light, two golden rays pieced through the silver from my eyes.
Once the light had died down, I felt stronger, and my father was in the doorway, looking full of pride.
I lunged toward Sid, to fast for anyone to see, and struck him with Liz and Patti. I felt two huge objects burst from my back, then disappear, leaving feathers floating to the ground.
I backed up again, then threw Liz and Patti away. They protested, and I leaped.
"Zodiac Type, Transformer One!" and as soon as I knew, I was huge. Thick black fur, sharp golden eyes and a long furry tail and black claws. Absolute perfect hearing and sight, my sense of smell picked up even Spirit's coffee from the Death Room. I could have smiled.
A 10 foot wolf was what I became. Bloodlust glinting in me, fangs sharper the kitchen knives, harder than diamonds. I heard everyone gasp. My dad clapped to himself. I growled, and then yelped. I hadn't sustained this form for even a minute and it had drained me off my strength.
I transformed into my original body, falling to my knees, panting like a dog. I saw Ember smiling, the she looked petrified and covered her ears. Then ground started shaking, Ember shot up. "Its here" she whispered. Liz and Patti rushed over to me as rubble fell. What did she mean?
"Kid! We've got to get out of here!" Patti yelled, Sid and Father cut off from us as a chunk off the ceiling came crashing down. A huge talon crashed through the roof.
Then my eyes rolled into my head and I passed out.
Mist swirled around the grass and the trees of an unknown country side. Blue flowers bloomed on the ground, and a small cottage was overgrown in ivy and white roses. Thick trees surrounded the cottage in a semicircle, with a long rose bush out the back, with only a small gate into an opening, where the blue flowers grew thicker. On a small hill in the centre was a milestone, with words engraved, now unreadable due to the overgrowing weeds. That place too, was surrounded by oak groves. Only a car-sized gap led out onto a Moor, or plain, with two hills in the distance, and a lake shimmering in the pale moonlight. That was beyond the 20 foot drop just a few meters out from the tree-line.
The stars glinted, and although the place seemed eerie at first glance, it was a soothing, quiet place. Crickets chirped and owls hooted in the never-ending Soul Garden, tucked silently and undisturbed in my soul. Since life went back to normal after the defeat of the Kishin, I had discovered this place by accident. It had been on a long trip to Iceland on a plane. I had taken one glance out the window at the beautiful, mysterious place, and seemed to fall asleep, in a trance-like state. For only half a minute, I was sent to the depths of my soul, and to this moonlit, serene sanctuary know as a persons Soul Garden. In a Soul Garden, everything is perfect. It is always night, and no matter what the person who owns the Soul Garden thinks, it will always be beautiful.
It was not symmetrical, but I was always calmed by its splendour. The moon was always full, and no-one could intrude without my permission. In the Glade of the Milestone, grew an old yew tree. From one of the branches, came two thick robes wrapped in silky black ribbon. The ropes, strong and un-breaking, held a swinging chair. It was made of oak, with a thick grey blanket, and two cushions on each side.
I had retreated here, to calm, rest. I sat silently on the swinging chair, rocking backwards and forwards ever so slightly. Looking over the Moor. On my second trip here, I had ventured into the Moor, and climbed the tallest rocky Tor. I saw a perfect coastline, with a white sandy beach, calm dark ocean, and curved into a cove, with rising cliffs over 200 feet high. On one of the cliffs, sat a lonely Lighthouse, with no-one in it. To the left was a tall mountain range, the peaks stretching far beyond the cloud line, and to the right, were the meadows of heather, poppies and other wild flower. The only other creatures beside me, were sparrows, nightingales, sea eagle, horned and barn owls and one bold eagle. Nothing that walked on the ground, except from the distant howls of the mountains. In the old Lighthouse, a map lay, and it seemed to go on forever, as the further I travelled, the more the map grew.
I wasn't here to explore this still unfamiliar land, my Soul Garden. I cleared my mind. Trying to figure out what had happened to me.
Sitting there, in the windless world, the most unlikely thing happened.
Fire.
Fire erupted from the horizon of the Moor, lighting the sky with its evil hell red glow. The grass turned brown, and turned to dust, the trees lost their leaves, and in turn, burned without fire. The bushes lost their flowers, and the cottage scorched. Clouds gathered in mass in the sky, thick, black, and screaming with thunder.
I got up from the bench as it fell to the ground. The milestone black as coal.
From the clouds, hundreds of pairs of blood red eyes opened, black slits for pupils.
Voices ranged on the suddenly powerful wind.
"You are stealing your own fate, boy!"
"Don't go any further!"
"Those closest shall be burned!"
"Beware the Ravendragon! Ravendragon is waking! Be warned and beware!"
The voices were hoarse, and old, some high pitched, the others low. I felt the heat of the fire on my back, I looked around, panicking. What the hell was going on here?
I had nowhere to run, to go. I couldn't leave my soul, with my body so weak. The fire was everywhere now, in the flames, leaped a thousand hellhounds, with ripped skin and melted flesh, and deformities.
They barked, and leaped from the fire, and were whisked away by the air. From the pitch black sky came a claw like hand, huge and curved like talons. It reached downward, and ripped at the ground by my feet. The earth split with five huge claw marks, reaching down to the Underworld. The ground broke away, like something from 2012, leaning inwards to the cracks in the ground.
And soon I was falling down into the fiery abyss. The heat of molten core burned my pale skin. I thought I was melting at some point.
Then darkness. Silence echoed almost like a scream. If that were possible. I couldn't see my hand if I brought it to my face. I couldn't see my bangs when they passed in front of me, then repeating like waves.
I seemed to have passed out, and was woken by a howl of an emergency alarm. I woke up to screams, flashing red lights and steam. People in white coats and jumpsuits screamed in Russian, cursing, people trying to get out of the room we were in. I tried to move, but my leg was caught in a mass or bent iron poles. I cursed. This wasn't good.
I saw a huge cylinder shaped thing, the top was split into many squares, I could tell because the segments on the top were jumping up and down, steam swelling out of the top. Then, there was a huge bang, and everyone paused, before running again. A lizard and a snake were upon the platform, just before the huge…Reactor… exploded, sending toxins into the air, fires igniting. I though I would choke.
I thought that it was the end of me.
That was when I realised it was still a dream.
5 hours earlier; location unknown
"Valisen," murmured a high, wheezing voice, from the dark shadow of the tower. Storm clouds brewing.
"Yes?" replied a long, hissing tone. Like a snake. A long forked tongue darted from the shadows of a metal overhang, tasting the air, something sliding forward.
"The Reaper is growing weak, isn't he?" the high voice said. The other voice snaked forward, then nodded. The eroding building was ugly, yet beautiful. The ruins of a control room smelt like fire. This place had blown up 25 years ago, and people still didn't dare go back. It gave the two demons a rest. It was their fault they had ended up like they were now. They had been there when it had blown up, and they had survived. The snake voice laughed.
"The Reaper's boy, he looks familiar doesn't he" it said. The bigger creature nodded in the shadows. The spread his gigantic wings.
"Emberlynn is growing weak, from fear"
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