Chapter Fourteen: From Revenge To Forgiveness.
Note: This chapter will show conflicting emotions of Titan, Dulcea, Kim/Tommy, Jen/Sky. This will be a songfic. I did not want to double space where it did but for some reason the site won't let me do it any other way. The combined songs are from a composer talking about 9/11 but only 5/7 will be featured.
1) Revenge- By Charles Henry Webb (1834-1905)
General Joseph Dickson/The Titan
Mercury Graveyard 7 AM, June 9, 2030.
Revenge is a Naked Sword;
It has neither hilt nor guard;
Woudst thou wield this brand of the lord?
Is thy grasp then firm and hard?
James Walter Dickson
Born: Died: June 9, 2008
Here lies the final piece of a child taken before his birth.
"Though we never knew you Mommy and Daddy will always love you."
As he read the very words he said the day his world officially died. The day he honored a life that never was General Joseph W. Dickson cried thinking of the day he had to honor the memory of his only son. He hated this day. It was June ninth, the last day he saw his wife, the day his son died. The day his world died. He wanted nothing more than to destroy the being that caused this pain.
But the closer the clutch of thy blade,
The deadlier blow thou wouldst deal,
Deeper wound in thy hand is made-
it is thy blood reddens the steel.
As the moments tick by his tears grew thicker as he clutches his blade. Ninjetti or not he was a scorned father and had hated and hurt for far too long. Only nothing could ease this pain.
And when thou hast dealt the blow-
When the blade from thy hand has flown-
Instead of the heart of the foe,
Thou may'st find it sheathed in thy own.
"Your little sister leaves to become a Ninjetti Warrior today. I wish you were going with her, but I guess I screwed that up. I'm sorry Jimmy, god knows I'm so, so, very sorry. I Swear I will avenge you Jimmy, you and your mother. I will not rest until that day." Dickson said as he finally sat down the flowers and walked home in the rain.
2) Vision of Armies- By Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
Jen Scotts and Sky Tate
SPD Academy 5 AM, June 9, 2030
I saw the visions of armies;
And I saw, as in noiseless dreams, hundred of battle flags
Borne through the smoke of the battles, and pierc'd with missiles, I saw them.
And carried hither and yon through the smoke, and torn and bloody;
And at last but a few shreds of the flags left on the staffs, (and all in silence,)
And the staffs all splinter'd and broken
The images of February sixth 2008 haunted her dreams. The battle that took her fiancés life. There was not one criminal in that warehouse but a small army was in that warehouse. SPD sensors were young then, they did not pick up the numbers hidden inside the rare alien metals that made up the building. She quickly sat up in sweat and tears. "Wes!" was all that was heard. When her eyes opened her son was by her side and trapped her in a huge hug. He couldn't tell her he knew how she felt, because he didn't. He couldn't tell her everything was okay, because since that day nothing would ever be alright again. His father died that day, on duty. Not even knowing he saved hundreds could make his family feel better.
I saw the battle-corpses, myriads of them,
And the white skeletons of young men-I saw them;
I saw the debris, and debris of all the dead soldiers;
But I saw they were not as was thought;
They themselves were fully at rest-they suffer'd not;
The living remain'd and suffer'd-the mother suffer'd
And the armies that remained suffer'd.
She remembered that she had seen the explosion, a man that had become her brother in more ways than anyone would know, Eric Meyers caught her as her knees buckled and she cried out in pain. She and Eric had powered down instantly. A pain that remained as strong as ever to this day. She saw the bodies Wes didn't save but it did not matter to her. Her life had just been destroyed.
3) Suffering: War Is Kind-Stephen Crane
Dulcea
Phaedos, Dulcea's Bedroom 3 AM Earth Time.
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the affrighted steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
War is kind.
The warrior priestess lie in a restless slumber. The day she sent her daughter off planet pained her more every night. He promised they would be together again, they both did. The Titan, a brother, and The Frog, her lover, convinced her she could not protect the child even with their help during the impending invasion. Phaedos was under attack. The Shadow Force and Black Knight Armada's and troops awaited to help defend her home. Finally the mother agreed.
Do not weep, Babe, for war is kind.
Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches,
Raged at his breast, gulped and died,
Do not weep.
War is kind.
What if are the words running through her mind? "If they all would have stayed, would they end up like The Titan's family? Would they all have died? Would he or she die, leaving me alone?" The questions and visions running through her dreams were many, but the answers were coming few.
Mother whose heart hung humble as a button
On the bright splendid shroud of our son,
Do not weep.
War is kind.
She finally woke up in a pool of her own tears. She was feeling the pain of lost love, a lost daughter, and she knew she would have them both back in a weeks time. Knowing this her tears turned to that of grief, to tears of joy.
4) Grief: Gaius Valerius Catullus (84 BC-54 BC)
Kim and Tommy Oliver
Oliver Residence, Reefside California, 4AM
Grief reached across the world to get me,
Sadness carries me across seas and countries
To your grave, my daughter.
She shot up in a bed of tears. However she never got a chance to drown herself because her Falcon, her White Knight was there to hold her tight.
To offer the only gift I can still give you-
Words you will not hear
Her White Knight, her husband, pulled her into as tight a hug as he could and rubbed circles on her back to calm her as he kissed the top of her head.
Fortune has taken you from me. You.
No reason, nothing fair.
I don't deserve losing you.
"Why Tommy? Why us? Why did T.J have to die? Why was Sydney taken?" The day she lost her first bornchildren still engulfs the poor woman's dreams, haunts her nightmares.
Now, in the silence since,
As the ancient custom of our people,
I say a mourner's prayer,
Do the final kindness.
The Falcon knew it was time for The Firebird to take flight, to take her place by her mother and father's sides ruling the skies. The Falcon voiced a silent prayer, not saying a word.
Accept and understand it son.
My head aches from crying.
Forever, goodbye.
"I want my son back." The Crane cried into The Falcon's chest. For nearly another hour before falling asleep in her husband's arms. "I want him too, beautiful. I want him too."
5) Remembrance: Sorry but I can't think of four Rangers who have died and only General Dickson knew The Original Black Knights and I already did him so that is no longer useable. Sorry Remembrance will not be used. Sorry.
6) Hope: Damn It! Rangers don't die enough. More war and death that THIS group has been through. It was hard enough for me to kill off Jason Lee (You will finally after six stories find out how Jason died on Phaedos).However for my stories to make since in the long run Jason had to die After "Countdown Resurrection". I know people are going to criticize me for only doing 5/7 poems turned songs, oh well. So Once again Sorry.
7) Peace: Mathew 5:1-9
All
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of god.
For the gone but not forgotten prince of peace, the one who died before his life was given a chance to soar. For the mother and child, knowing they would never again see their loving husband and father. For the lost mother torn between duty and daughter. For the great warriors, royal family of the skies, keepers of peace for over thirty-five years as they travel through life picking up pieces of their lost children. And for the great warrior. The one who fights on even though his soul was taken and heart violently and needlessly ripped from his chest twenty two years ago. Through each pain strength is replaced by it. Through the turmoil they continue to fight to find what was lost and taken from them. Their hearts are pure yet filled with sorrow. They are the keepers of universal peace and tranquility and one day they will all truly find peace.
Note: This chapter was hard as hell to write. The italic were written by the authors at the top, the regular font I wrote. I know it wasn't long but it took a lot of hours to write. I truly hope you enjoyed it. Please if you read it review.