The Last Spartan
Hey everyone, sorry about misspelling Mundus in my last chapter, don't know what happened. But I've reposted it hopefully it has the right spelling this time. Thanks to everyone who's continued reading so far and I'm so happy everyone's having as good as a time as I am. Here's another chapter that'll hopefully keep you on your toes. Hestic 3
Voice/action dream
Disclaimer: I don't own although highly wish to own Devil May Cry.
Chapter 7: It didn't occur to Evalen until she was pulling her covers up to her chin that as an aunt, her nephew appeared to be a year older than her. She let the question push thru her lips and heard a snicker before exhaustion took over.
Evalen drifted in and out of sleep, weather because of the voices in her room, or her dreams, she could not tell.
Two young boys pushing a truck back and forth for the infant girls amusement.
"Will she be able to take in everything?"
"She has no choice"
A woman with an angelic face in an emerald dress humming softly about clouds and waves.
"What if she turns out like Father?"
"As long as she's happy, I'm okay."
A handsome man laying on a couch holding her on his chest. He stifled a laugh as she poked at his face.
"My dear, lovely girl. I know you'll make me proud. My little half-breed."
"How will she be able to control it?"
"How has she kept herself under control all these years? It's not like she's lived and easy life you know"
Feathers everywhere. Black white, and silver. Drifting softly around the one year old. Her small hands balled into fists, a green vine twining its way across her lap blending into her jade dress.
"I don't care what you think. She won't make it. They'll attack her and rip her to shreds so quickly you won't have time to blink."
"Shut-up…Don't you think I know this already? But what choice will we have if she…"
"I am leaving her in your hands." Her father told a set of adults.
Before handing her over he whispered to her "I'm giving you our Mothers weapon, the Widow's Reaping. It will be there for you when you call it, when you are in danger." And with a kiss he let go of her for the last time.
It was the Morning Dove's song that gave her the final push from sleep, and true to their word Dante and Nero were slumped across her futon in the corner of her room, already awake.
"Morning." Evalen said groggily rubbing her eyes
"Glad to see your up." Nero smiled
"How long ya'll been here?" Evalen rolled over and pushed her feet into her worn slippers
"A while now." Dante shrugged
"Anyways, what do you want for breakfast?" Nero jumped up and headed for her small kitchen
"Oh please. You couldn't cook if you were Paula Dean" Dante snorted
"Oh? And you're any better? So tell me Oh Master Of Food, just what would you feed to your precious little sister?" Nero bowed to Dante whom, of course, acted as if he was supposed to bow.
"Pizza and Strawberry Sunday" Dante nodded as if he gave the only sensible answer
"I think I'll just have a bowl of cereal." Evalen edged her way around Nero and set to breakfast.
"I can make that" Nero chirped as he attempted to gain control over the small kitchen.
"Nero, the last time you tried to make cereal you managed to burn down half the soup kitchen and whatever you did make crawled under the refrigerator yet to be seen again." Dante criticized while stretched across Evalen's bed now.
Evalen couldn't help but giggle as she handed both of them a bowl and dug into hers. She plopped down next to Dante and the room grew silent.
"We can go when we're finished." Evalen said staring at her half empty bowl.
"Nero and I are ready when you are." Dante rubbed Evalen's back in reassurance
After Evalen washed the dishes she got dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a plain black tee-shirt. "All right, I'm ready if ya'll are." She chirped pulling her red hair bow tight.
Nero and Dante got up and followed Evalen to the small and disintegrating orphanage.
