Against All Odds:6
BATTLING SIMILAR DAEMONS
She sat across
form him at the kitchen table waiting for him to fill in the blanks of the
Daemon War. She knew most of what had
happened, but she had been cut off before the end of it, and she had no idea
how things had resolved them selves.
"Lets
move to the living room, we should be more comfortable in there." Bob said with a slight smile.
As they sat down she began to feel
the comfort that had settled between the two of them. They were slowly becoming good friends. And as they both headed for the same chair and she easily changed
her direction after realizing he didn't want to without any nervous laughter
she knew she was truly at home with him.
"As
you know I was involved in the Daemon war. I didn't exactly win it for us, but
I was part of the team that came up with the plan to do so. I was sort of dragged into participating on
that team being one of the only two uninfected guardians. Being on the team, besides the obvious
dangers, had its drawbacks. It also had
its pluses, although few they were there, at least in the beginning. Dot was on the team. After coming back from the web we decided we
were sole mates, and vowed never to leave each other again.
Let me tell you
promises are not as strong as they are made out to be when you are a child and
a broken promise seems to condemn you to the worst punishment a preschooler can
suffer. They actually hold very little
power in the adult world. I'm sure you
have become aware of this by now, but I was naïve when we made this promise to
always be together. I believed that it
would be as we promised because it had been promised.
During the war I
had the job of setting the distraction.
I had been wounded, so they gave me an easy job. The distraction was going to be a small
explosion at one of the gates of the academy, Daemons fortress at the
time. I was supposed to get in and
out.
Unfortunately
there had been a traitor among us who rigged the explosives to go off
early. The explosion sent me flying
into the academy where I was captured. I was believed deleted by my friends
after several attempts to recover me were unsuccessful, but to make matters
worse, Dot had been on one of those missions.
She was captured, and turned viral.
A man named Rune rescued, and cured her back at base camp. She heard I was believed deleted. She is now married to Rune.
The day she was
infected I cried, the day she told me she was married after I found her I had
no more tears to cry. She turned her
back on me, and that day she became deleted to me.
The original draw
back to being a part of the team was leaving another woman who was special to
me. She had saved me when I had entered
the web, and after I left, we continued to correspond. We had a sort of long-distance relationship. I really loved her. It was sort of a miracle
when I heard from her after I left the web.
I had expected to never hear from her again, but she found her way back
into my life. I guess I used up my
miracles then, because once the war was over, so were we. I haven't heard from her since the very
beginning of the war. I almost hate her
for not being there for me when I got back.
But I can't hate her. I still
believe somewhere that she can't reach me.
I still trust that she would reach me if she could. I guess I still believe in promises even
though I know I shouldn't. But she
promised to be here for me, and I almost believe she will be someday. Not to say the thought of her unable to
contact me makes me feel better, but at least it keeps me from hating her.
So that is all I have been through. That's what Matrix was referring to."
All Sira could think was how awful
he must have felt having both women he loved leave him. She slowly moved over to the chair were he
sat, and put her arms around him in an embrace. She hugged him tightly.
He gently rested his chin on her shoulder and rapped his arms around her
strong back. As the hug ended she
kissed him sweetly on the cheek.
"If
it's any comfort you have me." She said
gently.
The only response she got was a
small smile, and a pat on the back as he walked toward his bedroom. That was the only room she never went into.
She felt it would be crossing a line, and with the work she was in she worried
he would feel uncomfortable. So he
disappeared out of her reach. She felt
it was probably better that way. The
guilt she had felt after hearing his story's end had been somewhat relieved
when he left the room. It was as if his
presents magnified her guilt. Yet along
with the guilt securities lingered near him.