Chapter 6
The Secret Keeper
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I left next day, saying farewell to Carlisle and Esme and apologizing for not being able to say goodbye to the other Cullen members. I told them that it was urgent, and that I would not see them for a long time. Secretly I told Carlisle of the upcoming war with the Volturi. He told me he was secretly very glad that something was being done about them.
"This war will not be easy. My family has the strength but he has the numbers. I cannot guarantee that all three of us will come out alive. It takes a long time for us to come back from the dead. It takes at the least a few centuries until we return. That could be our demise, dear friend. A loss of a life before the wars end will mean a loss of the war. Even Derek is absolutely essential to our success."
Carlisle nodded. "Then I wish you luck on your mission. I hope that you will return safe and will a great victory to celebrate." He looked away, then, the hopefully saddened Carlisle now depressed as well as concerned. "Isabella, what will we do about Edward?"
"I know he is as attached to me as I am to him, but if he can wait as long as he did before, than he can wait a little longer. I cannot wait till the day that we can relax and become acquainted with such a fascinating vampire such as himself.
"Actually, I must admit to you that I am greatly anxious of the idea of getting to know someone's soul, rather than just facts about there life and about there person. Till the day I can put the reasoning behind their change in character. Learn their mind and get to actually share with them my life and my soul. This is a thing I have dreamt about for as long as I can remember (and that is a very long time as far as you are concerned). "
"May your dreams prevail.'
I knew that this journey would not be easy for me mentally, as I had to prepare myself for a meeting with the devil's right hand man. I mean literally his right hand man. Not a figure of speech. As a matter of fact.
Scary huh?
However it was not like I was going to him for judgment. I knew he would judge me but he could not inflict his power upon me because his power was my power. Our power is what keeps us unified as siblings, but by greed, what tears us apart. It's funny how that works, isn't it.
I learned along time ago that you cannot live your life by power. It is better to be poor and content than to be rich and greedy, with a mirage of contentment. But it goes farther than that.
I have a lot of power. I have access to a lot, actually. But the most important thing that I ever did was letting this go. Forgetting what I had to loose in terms of power and thinking of what the world had to loose. When you grow up with a family that used their power freely and easily, being selfless when it came to my power was something that did not come to me naturally.
I had to meditate on it. I had to practice; I had to act like my power was non-existent. The latter is much easier said than done. My ability is a part of me, so ignoring it is like trying to ignore that conscious in your head that though inaudible most of the time, it taps on your conscious until you listen to what it has to say.
You may wonder what my brother's so called abilities are. They areā¦both physical and mental. Derek has the ability to make people believe him. To make people follow him and to change their entire demeanor. This gift, having been stretched and used to the max, is extremely powerful and extremely deadly to the soul.
Once, when I tried to work with my brother, I could not stand it. It was physically harmful. Watching him manipulate a soul- it was like watching someone burn on a stake. It was painful to just stand there and watch their soul be consumed by the devil. It was hard to ignore the pleas for help and the screams of agony.
I could see what was happening to their soul, and it was like I was the soul. Not only did the pain drain my energy, but it also sickened my like an illness. I was in a weak and miserable mood for months afterward. It was scaring.
That, however, was just watching it. I could feel a dull ache every time I was near men that had been victim to such evil. The longer they had been like that, the lesser the pain got, and the less I could ever do to help them.
I never bothered helping them anyway. What my brother does to these people, can never be undone. It is as permanent to a human as the transformation to a vampire, and as permanent to a vampire as having an organ burned-specifically-their soul.
Now, what does Peruses do? As you would expect, his power reflects greatly on what he chose to dedicate his life to- doing what's right. His power is the power of healing. He can heal any soul, even one under Derek's control (though Derek never knew he had the ability to do this). In many ways, Peruses power outranked Derek's. I had told Peruses what I thought of his power, and he told me that I should not underestimate Derek's power.
But I knew better.
I told Peruses that I was not underestimating Derek's power- I was comparing their character.
He asked me what I meant by implying their character to be directly related to their power.
I refreshed the memory in my mind and love swelled up within me.
"What do you mean but this relation?" Peruses knew I was wise and always looked upon me as if I was wiser than he. Always taking any chance he could to asked me questions.
I would gladly divulge what I knew to my favored brother.
"I have seen Derek's soul, and I know one thing-our soul's are our center, not our brain, not our heart. Our soul powers us as people and determines our strength. What we do, what we say, what we feel- this all contributes to the strength of our soul that contributes to the strength of our whole being. Derek deals with his obstacles but eliminating the problem offhand and without risk to him and moves on. He does not stand and bravely bear his problems-he is a coward who relies on his power for strength."
"And me?" He was enraptured by my answer, but he wanted to make me squirm.
I would not spare him the truth.
"Your character is built more on facing your problems defensively rather than offensively, but at least taking that turn to face them makes you stronger. It's ok not to face your problems head on, that's not some people's style. You, however, have too much amnesty sometimes. Amnesty should be given to those who will take it and be better off; not those who will take it and be miserable."
He knew what I was referring to and it sent a pang of pain to my heart to see him with a guilty and upset expression.
Ever since I had joined him a few months ago, Peruses had been trying to fix the way he does things. People had suffered because he was not willing to let go of a broken spirit.
When I came to him and told him he must release the people, he would become unwilling and difficult, asking for more time and for more possible solutions to keeping them alive; ever life was dear and precious. To Peruses, killing someone who wasn't already dying was like murdering an innocent person-a life was a life.
What Peruses could not see and understand was that sometimes people are dying. They are dying or dead inside and their physical bodies wouldn't let them go.
He sighed. "You are right. I try to improve, but it is difficult to alter your own morals."
I shook my head. "You must not think that is what you must do. Your ethics are part of you. They are what make you. You cannot alter them. It takes a lot to, anyway. No, Peruses, I do not want you to alter your morals. I want you to stick to them. But when I say that it is right, you must understand that it is for the greater good when I release their spirit."
"Yes, little sister. You may be a younger, but your wisdom flows like the mighty Nile. Forever, and with a kind of richness one can never truly appreciate."
"Oh, but Peruses, your kindness and compassion exceeds mine by an infinitive amount; I could never love like you have, I could never look upon such a cruel and evil world with all of the forgiveness that you can."
"I love you, dear sister."
"As I do you, Peruses."
I sighed as I shook myself from the memory. It was time to board the plane to the Middle East.
People stirred at my mystic aura as I sat in my seat and stared into oblivion, meditating on memories and trying to forget my fears from this being the first time I had flown on a plane.
Suddenly, a memory from when I was younger flashed into my mind.
We were enjoying a stormy night by an unlit fire, looking into space with the dreams of the future that they would make for themselves. That was what the brothers were doing, anyway.
Isa, she was simply observing the souls of her brothers, still puzzling out her ability just as her brothers were.
At the time, she saw only an darker spirit and a lighter spirit. She saw two different people, not to polar ends of the magnet. Not even worth trying to get them together.
It was the small notion that invaded Derek's mind that stirred her comfort and set a warning of a gloomy future. Being young and foolish, she played it off as just a sinful though. One that would pass like the common cold, not spread like the scarlet fever. Not to be deadly like poison. Not to be pollution like plastic.
Life was a lot simpler back then.
Ok, so that was just a look into her past. I know it wasn't exciting, but don't you want to know a little more about Peruses? I know I did.
I will update as soon as possible.
-Gracegoddess
