Why are you putting
yourself through this, Duo? Quatre walked away from the room. Boots
resounded the silence that had settled in the house. Usually, it would
be rustling with noise, people working here, others going there, but not
tonight, why?
The Arabian boy found
himself stopped in front of the library. It was his family's house, after
all. But something with the library's atmosphere made Quatre want to stay,
and he did so, gently closing the door behind him.
"Dammit, where's that
light switch?" Quatre swore under his breath after he saw that he was enclosed
in darkness. His hands reached alongside the wall and finally he found
the contour of a lamp in which he pulled a dusty rope so that the light
filled the room.
He winced, his eyes
not completely used to the bright rays. A hand wiped the side of
his face, and he clumsily walked towards a couch laying against the wall.
The fabric was soft, except for all the dust that covered it.
"Why didn't I even
notice that we had a library before?" Quatre never recalled having a library,
oh well, maybe it had just slipped from his mind. Many things seemed to
have slipped his mind lately, more or less, they always had.
A row of books were
maintained on his left, his right, and behind him. Towers they seemed,
hovering titles and titles of all different languages, French, Spanish,
old English, and even Latin. It must have taken years if not decades to
collect so many books. What were their purpose?
Something caught Quatre's
eye. The letters were almost altogether covered with a layer of dust, but
were still readable. The Arabian stood on the couch and reached on his
left, his hand swinging back and forth to attain his destination.
Eventually, after two
or three minutes, the book laid on his lap. His fingers brushed away the
dust delicately so that he could read the inscription on the ruby red cover.
"From Life to Death,
by... I can't read the author. Oh well. It looks like an autobiography...
no, more like a journal." He put the book back on the small shelf that
was next to him. "I shouldn't read this, it wouldn't be respecting the
author... but... what makes me want to read it so badly?"
Quatre's gaze kept
returning to the book. It was almost as if the book called his name, or
someone else's name instead. It burned through him, as if a part of him
were being pinched. In a gasp of pure curiousness and exasperation, he
took the journal again and opened to the first page. The writing looked
fairly old, and the paper was crisp with years, but it was the way it was
written that looked more extravagant, each letter seemed to have a meaning,
every word an illusion.
To whomever reads
this,
I surely hope that
someone will read this, to continue what I first started when I was merely
a young boy. These writing, they are so much more than just letters, written
words, paragraphs, they are like the whisper of a fallen angel, the sweetest
voice imaginable. You put your eyes on these words, and I put my eyes on
you, my feathers falling upon your head, young one. My time is gone, and
I will go, but not without forgetting a secret that I must share and entrust
with you. Please, save my son from the war, never let him see another man
die in front of his eyes, never let him touch a weapon of death, and I
beg of you, never let him kill another. I'll be watching...
Setheus
Quatre's eyes misted,
and he wiped at his eyes continuously. He turned to the next page, but
found it blank. He continued turning the pages, but they were all completely
blank!
"Who is... he?" Quatre
closed his eyes and hugged the book closely to his chest. His eyes closed
and sleep overcame him. Maybe tomorrow he would continue searching for
more information on this author.
But it seemed that
another mission was already scheduled to be taken place on tomorrow.
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Author's note: Well,
what did you think of it? Confusing, ne? I don't know who Setheus is, I
just really liked the idea. It'll probably grow more as the story deepens.
You guys better be glad, it took be 3 hours to write this! I hurt my left
hand pretty badly, and it's like hell trying to type. Oh well, I'll finish
rambling on and on now, please review!
