Chapter 45
Anton waited on the roof, he held one of the acorns from the oak, His mind was wandering through the history he knew of his family, a path that fate had destined his bloodline to walk.
Ever since the first of his line had run for it, choosing his own destiny as opposed to the one laid before him. A destiny that would have to be faced if there was to be hope, true hope and not an illusionary one, one that he was now faced with. His life was such a tempest recently, and something tied him to the elf, it was as if the first destiny had grown through the barriers separating the world of the first Black and the last had fallen enough to give it a power of its own.
He touched the nut and it glowed silver for a moment, the light glowing against the light chill wind, the first of the coming storm. He looked at the horizon, watching the flashes of distant lightning as he held the small nut close to his chest, feeling its power, its hope for a new life.
He slowly drew his gun and stared at it, the glistening metal of its polished surface. His mind flashing through all of the times the weapon had been used as he laid it down before him and felt the power of the blade he carried.
Anton felt the souls of three creatures flowing within him as well as his own. The phoenix, unicorn, and kraken were parts of himself that he now held within. The creatures that had sacrificed themselves to be the salvation of a world that they didn't even know would require them.
He held the blade in one hand and the acorn in the other as he leaned against the chimney, both were glowing in the same glistening light, a light that was the same as that of the full moon itself.
"Have I ever truly believed that the past." he whispered softly as he stared at the glowing acorn, "That the past was real."
He sheathed the blade slowly as he held the nut closer to his face as its light grew brighter.
"Did I just think that they were legends that spoke of my family?"
He stared at the sky, feeling as if water was rushing around him.
"Is it just now with the powers unfolding that I see them for the truth?"
He wanted to scream, everything was going as it shouldn't. The powers that had been sealed away within his families blood was awakening, a time when he didn't want or need them. He wished that the psion ability had never awakened within him, that he had never gone into the shadows.
"Do I believe, do I believe in the hope, do I believe in Angels?"
He held the nut up again, watching the light flow from it, the one thing that seemed so different and yet so strong before him. Why was it that his family was the family he was in.
"Fate stands before me, and the past behind me," he whispered as he dropped the nut and watched its glow slowly recede as it hit the roof and roll off to land in the mud besides the river, "I guess that I could go there and face the people my family left long ago."
Anton waited on the roof, he held one of the acorns from the oak, His mind was wandering through the history he knew of his family, a path that fate had destined his bloodline to walk.
Ever since the first of his line had run for it, choosing his own destiny as opposed to the one laid before him. A destiny that would have to be faced if there was to be hope, true hope and not an illusionary one, one that he was now faced with. His life was such a tempest recently, and something tied him to the elf, it was as if the first destiny had grown through the barriers separating the world of the first Black and the last had fallen enough to give it a power of its own.
He touched the nut and it glowed silver for a moment, the light glowing against the light chill wind, the first of the coming storm. He looked at the horizon, watching the flashes of distant lightning as he held the small nut close to his chest, feeling its power, its hope for a new life.
He slowly drew his gun and stared at it, the glistening metal of its polished surface. His mind flashing through all of the times the weapon had been used as he laid it down before him and felt the power of the blade he carried.
Anton felt the souls of three creatures flowing within him as well as his own. The phoenix, unicorn, and kraken were parts of himself that he now held within. The creatures that had sacrificed themselves to be the salvation of a world that they didn't even know would require them.
He held the blade in one hand and the acorn in the other as he leaned against the chimney, both were glowing in the same glistening light, a light that was the same as that of the full moon itself.
"Have I ever truly believed that the past." he whispered softly as he stared at the glowing acorn, "That the past was real."
He sheathed the blade slowly as he held the nut closer to his face as its light grew brighter.
"Did I just think that they were legends that spoke of my family?"
He stared at the sky, feeling as if water was rushing around him.
"Is it just now with the powers unfolding that I see them for the truth?"
He wanted to scream, everything was going as it shouldn't. The powers that had been sealed away within his families blood was awakening, a time when he didn't want or need them. He wished that the psion ability had never awakened within him, that he had never gone into the shadows.
"Do I believe, do I believe in the hope, do I believe in Angels?"
He held the nut up again, watching the light flow from it, the one thing that seemed so different and yet so strong before him. Why was it that his family was the family he was in.
"Fate stands before me, and the past behind me," he whispered as he dropped the nut and watched its glow slowly recede as it hit the roof and roll off to land in the mud besides the river, "I guess that I could go there and face the people my family left long ago."