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Updated Chpater: June 22, 2015
A/N: Hello, Reader. This was originally chapter eight but with spilt chapter one up into two, all chapters after will be push back one.
Thank you to anyone who has stuck around with this story.
Character thoughts are in Italic. Text Messaage/Read out loud are Bold. Telepathic thoughts are Bold Italic.
Reshaping of Worlds
Chapter Nine
Talking with an Old Friend
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Mycah's POV
I teleport from the Cullen's backyard to a familiar mountain cliff. I shouldn't have left the way I did, but I just couldn't be there any longer. Not after learning the reason why I have been with out Rosalie for the past eighty years. A prophecy, he kept me from my soul mate because of prophecy. I think, kicking a small rock on the cliff in anger. One that wasn't even about me to begin with. I can feel the pain Rosalie is in because of the pull and I want nothing more then to go back to her, but I can't in the state I am in. I don't want to lash out at her and say something I will regret later. I can't keep it in any longer and yell at the top of my lungs, letting large amount telepathic energy out. I drop to my knees on the dirt floor in exhaustion, not caring that I'm getting my pants dirty. How could my father do this to me. I think, feeling betrayed by my own family. Tears sting the corners of my eyes, but don't fall. I faintly here steps coming from the cave behind me, but pay them no mind, to wrapped up in my thoughts.
I feel light drops of rain starting to fall but make no move to get up and to the cave just behind me. The rain just started to pick up when I feel a large presence beside me and stops the rain from falling on me. I feel the heat radiating off them and keeping the chill away from me. We sit in silence for a few minutes before the large being beside me speaks.
"What troubles you, child?" My old friend asks in his deep voice. I don't answer him right away and he patiently waits beside me, which is the reason I come to him often when I'm having problems.
"He lied to me, Avrae." I say after minutes of not answering, looking at hands in my lap. Again he waits patiently, knowing I will continue. "My own father lied to me. How could a father do that to his own child?" I ask, looking into wise green eyes for an answer. It's my turn to wait patiently for an answer.
"Let's head into my cave so you can get warm." He says, slowly getting from where he was laying next to me, turning around to face the cave but keeping his wing over to keep the rain away. "Then you can tell me the story, so I can give you an answer to your question." Nudging me gently with his snout to get up. I slowly do and walk to his cave in silence with his wing over my head.
In my three hundred and sixty seven years, Avrae is the only being I can truly call my friend. Our friendship is unlikely because of what each of is, but that has never bothered either of us in the two hundred years we have known each other. Avrae being a Mountain Dragon has no reason to trust a Mage, seeing as when he was still young, long before I was born, Mages nearly wiped out all types of Dragons in a war. He is one of thirty of his type of Dragon, making him luckier then other types. Two hundred years ago, I helped Avrae out with a number of Giants that had ganged up on him. Mountain Dragons are not very large, standing nine feet on all fours and twelve feet on their hind legs. Avrae could have handled one or two Giants on his own, but not six of them. Which is where I came in and since then we have been friends. My family know I am friends with a Dragon, but have never met Avrae and I wish to keep it that way because his mountain cave is my sanctuary. Where I go when I need to be away from my family for a short time. Avrae is who I came to after that night eighty years ago.
As soon as I enter his large cave, I head over to a cabinet Avrae allows me to keep in his cave. Being a Dragon, Avrae doesn't need material things, like a chair or bed, but he allows me to keep those things here for when I visit for more then a day. He doesn't mind, enjoying having me stay with him for awhile. I feel bad that my last visit was five years ago, but I haven't been able to get away to spend a few days with my old friend. I open the doors to the cabinet and grab a glass and the bottle of Scotch I keep here. I pour myself a good amount in the glass.
"Is it wise to drink in the state you are in?" Avrae asks, concern lacing his voice.
"After the information I just learned, yes it is." I say after taking a sip, feeling the burn in my throat as it goes down. "I promise to drink it slowly and it will be my only drink." I promise him, turning to face him where he lay by the fireplace I made for him when he moved into this cave a hundred and sixty years ago. He was much appreciative of it, saying its better then what he did before. He nods his head at my promise and motions to the large chair I keep by the fire.
I plop down in the large comfy chair, almost getting swallowed by the cushions, which is the reason I like it so much. I stare into the fireplace while taking a small sip of my drink, mindful of the promise I mind to my old friend. We sit, or lay in Avrae's case, in silence by the fire, listening to crackling of the wood. Avrae never pushes me to speak, just patiently waits for me to speak about what ever is bother me. It's the reason I come to him often with my problems.
"Rosalie is alive." I state after several minutes of sitting in silence. "Or as alive as a vampire can be." I add on, taking a sip of my drink and watch Avrae shocked face. He stares at me with wide eyes, most likely waiting for me to tell him I am joking.
"Your serious." He exclaims after staring at me for a couple of minutes and I nod my head. "How is that possible?" He asks.
"I'll tell you." I say after taking another sip of my drink.
For the next hour and half I tell him everything, from seeing Rosalie in the parking lot, the confrontation with Edward, even the discussion I had with the wolf shifter earlier this week, right up to the minutes before I arrived here. Avrae just lays there listening to everything, I see his eyes sparkle in happiness that I will have my soul mate. We fall into a comfortable silence after I finish, Avrae thinking over what I just told him.
"You finally have the answers you have been seeking." Avrae says, looking at me happiness. "How does feel?"
"I feel like a weight has been lifted from shoulders." I answer, watching the different colours in my drink from the fire. "I also feel anger and betrayal at what my Father did." I say, glaring into my drink which I haven't taken a sip of in a while. Maybe Avrae was right, I'm not in the right state to drink. I think, swirling around what remains of the Scotch.
"He thought he was doing the right thing for your people." Avrae says calmly.
"Bullshit!" I yell, turning my glare on Avrae. "I'm his daughter, his blood. How could he do that me, knowing what I'd be going through for the rest of my life. He kept me from my soul mate, because of a stupid prophecy that wasn't even about me to begin with. This is why only a small number of our kind know the details of prophecies." I rant, feeling my anger starting to raise, like it had at the Cullen home. I hear Avrae start to hum a familiar tune, one that has calmed me in the past and does again. Avrae lays patiently for me to calm before continuing our conversation.
"How did your Father hear of the prophecy, anyway?" Avrae asks, furrowing is brow in confusion, having basic knowledge of Mage laws from our many conversations over the years. "From what I know about the Council from you, that only the Council members and a select number know the details of prophecies. So, how did your Father hear about it?" He asks again.
"I don't know, Avrae. That's what bothers me. It wasn't my Grandmother, because she wasn't with the Council yet. Even if she was, I don't think she would betray the Council like that. Even the Council, who know the prophecies, don't interfere like my Father did. My grandmother told me if they figure out who it is about, they may send someone to observe from a distance but that's all." I inform him. I have been wondering since my Father told me why he did what he did because of a prophecy. Whoever told him the details of the prophecy will be in great trouble, if found out. Prophecies are not to be messed with, they must happen has for told.
"It couldn't be one of the Council members. So, it must be one of the select few who told him." Avrae muses, bringing me out of my thoughts.
"More then likely, I'm sure my Grandmother will find out. She won't let this matter pass, even if it's her family involved." I tell him, watching him scratch his belly.
"Probably why she was asked to be a Council member." Avrae states, shaking his head in agreement.
"He must know that he could in trouble as well, if he were found out. He interfered with a prophecy or tried to, seeing as it wasn't really about me to begin with." I say, rubbing my forehead with my hand. "See, this is why only a small number are trusted with knowing the details of a prophecy." I exclaim, throwing my hands up in the air. Avrae doesn't say anything just nods his large head in agreement at my statement. "Ugh, I'm tired of thinking about this." Running my hands through my hair.
"Then stop thinking about." Avrae states softly. "You thought about it enough the last eighty years, just stop thinking of things you can't change and live in the now. You have your soul mate, that you must complete the bond with, and new family to get know. Yes, what happen was tragic and kept you from Rosalie, but against all the odds, you have her again to have by your side. Think about the future you will have with her and not the past. You will only frustrate yourself more and not enjoy the here and now." He advises me, smiling his all knowing smile.
I just sit in my comfy chair thinking over what Avrae just told me while staring at the fire. Avrae has always given me wise advice and I know what he said is truth. Thinking about the past eighty years and the what if's, I will not enjoy the present and future I will now have with Rosalie. I can now have all that I imagined I would have with Rosalie and more. Now that the times have changed it is acceptable for us to get married, where back when we met it was not. I imagine Rosalie in a beautiful white dress walking towards me. Yes, that will be happening. I think with a large smile.
"I take from the smile on your face that you will take the advice I gave you." Avrae's amused voice breaks me out of my happy thoughts of Rosalie.
"Yes," I say, looking up at him with an appreciative smile, "Though I am not ready to home, I don't think I can be under the same roof as my Father right now." I say quietly, looking up at the cave ceiling.
"Then don't go home, stay with Rosalie." Avrae points out, "She is your world now, where ever she is should be your home." He says with his wise smile in place. I smile back at him and his infinity amount of wisdom.
"As always my old friend, you are right." I say, looking into his green eyes, lifting my nearly empty glass is a toast. "But, if you don't mind, I'd like to stay here for awhile longer." He nods his head and lays his head on his crossed arms. We fall into a comfortable silence, enjoying each others company, as we don't see each very often.
"You have changed." Avrae states after while of silence. I turn away from the fire to look up at him with a confused look. "I have known you for two hundred years, Mycah. I like to think I know you and the past eighty years you changed. It sadden me to watch the girl that saved me from a gang of Giants disappear. Watching the sparkle go away from your eyes and the bright smile that always brightened my day. I like to think when you lost Rosalie, we all lost that girl. I can slowly see the girl I met two hundred years ago return and I know it's because you have the soul mate you thought you lost. It doesn't change what happened, I know that, but even you didn't like who you became."
"No, I didn't." I say, looking off into the distance. I closed myself off from my family, only really interacting with Serina. I feel bad, because Xander as only known this person. He gave up on trying to get me to do things with him when he was six, turning to Serina, Morys or Blanche. I feel guilty about that, but maybe that could change now. Everything will be different with my family now, though I don't see my relationship with Father changing anytime soon.
"I'm glad to have my old friend back." Avrae says quietly, looking at me fondly. "You must bring Rosalie here someday, I would very much like to meet her in person." Eyes lightening up at the idea of having someone else visit him.
"I will bring her, maybe after graduation." I reply, smiling at him. He nods his head and lays is back on his crossed arms.
I take the last sip of my drink and place it on the small table beside my chair. Borrowing myself comfortable in the chair, enjoying sitting in silence with my old friend. I don't visit Avrae enough, but he knows it takes a lot out of me to teleport the large distance to his cave, which is why I'm staying for a while longer. I'll stay for a couple of hours, then I'll return home to get a few things before heading over to the Cullen home. I think, while staring into the fire. For now, my home is with Rosalie and her family. Is my last thought before my eyes close from the tiredness I didn't feel until now. I fall asleep with thoughts of my future with Rosalie filling my head.
The future I thought I would never have, but can now come true.