Title/Link: What is Fear? That Which We Call Love

Team: Wimbourne Wasps

Word Count: 1155

Position: Beater 2- The Creator- Goal: realize vision OR Fear- mediocrity

Prompts: (quote) "The excitement of dreams coming true is beyond the description of words."- Lailah Gifty Akita And (song) "Go to War" by Nothing More

Reserve: No

What is fear? That which we call love

By any other name makes no sound.

"You know I can't follow you, Queenie." Jacob looked at the flaming entrance with saddened eyes. He knew the second he stepped over those flames, he'd be vaporized by the fiery passion of her devotion to Grindelwald. She begged him to join him, but he refused to see what she saw. He desperately wanted to join her, but their differences were all too great and he had to let it go. Most people longed for a life that was simple and planned. He watched her cross that fiery red sea, but he knew that he was safer on land than to tread on unfamiliar terrain. If this was what she had in mind—the carnage, the debauchery of enslaving humanity, and war—he knew he would've let go of her hand a long time ago.

Love did all sorts of crazy things to a person.

Yet, they stood on opposing sides.

A war raged furiously within her eyes as she turned around to stare at him. Those wide eyes of hers made his heartache and for a transient moment, he was hooked. Jacob stepped closer to her and she remained still as if trying to gauge his next move. Instead of speaking, she only stared at him.

Of course, she was trying to read his mind.

"Isn't this what you wanted," she whispered finally, looking back at Grindelwald as he continued to offer her his hand. When she turned to look at Jacob, she asked, "Can't you see it, sweetie? This is what we've always wanted! We can finally be together. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Her eyes momentarily glossed over with something Jacob didn't recognize.

There was nothing more he wanted than to go off to the great unknown. He wanted a world to call his own, a world he could share with her. She extended her hand to him; she promised she would never let go. They were going to walk this tightrope of destruction, and there was no telling if he could make it. High on this impregnable smoke, he could see the world which Grindelwald envisioned. However, this wasn't the way. It was an adventure with no breathtaking view; there were no spectacular sights or marvelous structures. There was only death and mayhem. Every instinct was screaming at him. Jacob glanced at Grindelwald and suddenly a mirage appeared. He didn't know who he could trust. He stood right behind her in a place he knew he felt safe. On the other side, there was no telling what he'd meet. If he survived, if his morals reigned supreme, then he didn't know what he'd do because he honestly believed he wasn't going to make it.

If he could let go of everything and everyone he loved to join her.

He'd move mountains and cross valleys; he'd tread the scorching hot desert and sail across the ocean to please her, but this was the one thing he couldn't do.

It was a dream he couldn't see.

"Oh, sweetie," Queenie shook her head as if she didn't believe what she was hearing. "What are you afraid of?"

Jacob didn't immediately voice his concerns.

A mountain of doubt separated them.

Together, they were lost in a dream that Jacob wanted to pull her away from.

"Everything, Queenie," he finally told her. "I'm afraid of everything. Whatever he's trying to sell, I want no part of it."

"This is everything we've ever dreamed of," she said. "Can't you see it?"

Jacob shook his head at her affirmation. "I can't," he confessed bitterly.

No, he wouldn't see it. Whatever he saw, he wished he could forget.

They wanted to live in a world without prejudice. If such a world existed, they wanted to be a part of it. It wouldn't be some fugal dream of some lone imaginer; it would be a world of their own. It would consist of compassion between the No-Mag and Wizards. There would be no war or fear. But, this wasn't the world they lived in. Beyond that veil of fire lay an unknowing world of uncertainty, and Jacob didn't want a single part of it. Queenie, on the other hand, was certain. If her eyes could speak for themselves, it would say that this was truly what she wanted. There was a vision she saw that Jacob had a hard time imagining. It was so hard to see what she saw in Grindelwald; what he showed them was frightening enough, but it didn't deter her in the slightest to join him.

"Come with me," she screamed hysterically, momentarily forgetting herself.

Red flashed across her eyes and he was taken aback from the sheer will of her proposal. He took a step backwards, frightened by her booming voice. It ricocheted off the large walls of the secret auditorium, sending shivers down his spine. It was an unpleasant feeling that was sure to break them. The volume of her words weighed heavy on his conscience. If he were to join her, there would be nothing left of him; if he didn't join her, he'd lose everything. It was a demoralizing dilemma if he'd ever heard of one.

"He refuses to follow you, Queenie," Grindelwald murmured gently. "He is not one of us. We are just too different."

She shook her head in retaliation." No," she whispered, looking pleadingly at Jacob. "He wants to join us, I know he does. I read his thoughts, but he's too frightened."

"Too frightened of the future, or what you have become?" questioned Grindelwald uncertainty. "There is a significant difference, my dear."

Queenie tensed up considerably.

Of course, she knew.

She was looking right at him and Jacob knew that she finally understood. Neither of them could fight this war on the same side, but what if they were at opposing ends? That way, they both had something worth fighting for. One minute, she was calm. The next, she was screaming at the top of her lungs as she finally acknowledged the fact that Jacob wasn't going with her. They'd lost everything, but they would continue to fight. Jacob would get her to see the light, and Queenie, it was evident that she lost hope trying to get him to see her dream. It was as if they forgot who to trust on grounds where they felt the safest.

Could he remain oblivious to the fact that this wasn't right or flow with the uncertainty of fate? Queenie was drunk on the euphoric flames. She was retaliating, leaving Jacob in the dark. She had his heart, but he had her soul and they were better off on separate sides of this endless battle. With every battle, they'd lost themselves. Jacob knew that even if he lost everything, he'd still have something worth saving and that would be her.

What is love that we call fear?