Alright, this story is going to move along kinda slowly. If you're having a little trouble understanding, grab some kool-aid and read it reeeeal careful and then let it flow through that gap between your ears. ^_~ It will all work itself out eventually, trust me. This is a narration, and does not come from a character's point of view. Sorry if that's too warped a concept for anyone ;-)
Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Cloud. Sorry.
Chapter Two : Creation
Many people have wondered, few people have answers. This is because few people have transcended the gap between space and time that allow perception of the abstract to feel a little less so. Scarcely any, in fact. The concept of it is incredible, but just within the realm of understanding. Just at the point where you think you'd be like, "No… that's not possible, but…" Yes, at that exact moment, where the operative word is "but"… that is the category that this falls into.
Have you ever wondered how a Genie is born?
If you haven't, just think. A Genie by the normal conventions of the word is a wish caster, they pop out of a little lamp and go on with the whole "How do you do," and "What is your wish, master?" shtick. Isn't it curious how they just suddenly show up? Isn't it curious how they just happen to pop up whenever you need 'em? Aladdin got his ass stuck up in a cave with a dirty little monkey. How did he miraculously make his way out- yup, you guessed it, a Genie.
Of course, every Genie is different. Just like no two wishes are the same, no two genies are exactly the same. They all come from the same intent, but they are never quite the same. Allow me to explain.
A Genie is entity, not a being. They are tangible embodiments of an existing life force. They are the essential second chance for many them deem with their presence. No Genie is formed without a purpose. And every Genie has limitations. No resurrection, killing, imposing on others' feelings, inflicting their wishes on themselves… etc. A Genie is created to find its purpose. Every Genie has that one purpose- only one specifically, no matter what they may accomplish, and only then are they free from the magical confines that bind them to their lives. They are not invincible, they live within an almost mortal coil- feeling as humans do, and leaving as humans do. I say leaving because a Genie will not die, only essentially evaporate… return into the life force from whence it came.
This is how it happens.
A Genie is hope. They are given the ability to grant wishes, to transfer that hope unto others. Their power is not absolute, when they are created they wander with pride, creating a life for themselves, and fixing the lives of others. They are the sustaining hope for one individual, their purpose? To complete the task for which they were summoned. Not out loud, not the wish demanded by the mouth- but the deepest and possibly darkest wishes of the heart. This allows for even the most terrible and foul things to happen in the world, no two Genies are alike, not all Genie's live to create hope.
On the night 400 years ago, a chilling and terrifying will cast over a young man's heart. His heart was bleeding, coursing out black blood to spill over through his veins. The moment that terrible wish, that impulsive and burning wish within the soul of a King created a most dark and terrible force. Born from this tainted hope, the most powerful Genie in recorded existence surfaced from Seda's body… the Dark Genie. Made up entirely of hatred, disgust and treachery- the hope creating the existence of this force was infinite. The mixture of blood was strong, and almost completely obliterated the flow of hope surrounding the Blue Terra.
The beautiful beams of hope, waiting to be found fluttering around in orbit were completely destroyed. For it is in the nature of these Genies to be the only means of destroying each other. It is not possible for a mere mortal of any sort to completely destroy a Genie. They may tatter it, or destroy its physical form, but assuredly it has not been completely obliterated.
So naturally it was the first move of the Dark Genie upon his power, to completely absorb and destroy the ring of hope. No lingering sense, no voice for the hope remained except that which was born on that fateful night. Feeling that he had completely secured himself, the Dark Genie awaited in Dark Heaven Castle, enjoying the game he was playing with the Hero of Atlamillia. But something had happened that the Dark Genie did not intend…
The night of his birth, there was black blood surging through the broken King. It had mixed in with Seda's blood, but was not his own. A part of him raged and cried out, creating the will needed to propel the existence of the Dark Genie. But the blood pumping into Seda's heart was his own, and not all of his thoughts were of dire straits. His cry was not only vengeful and cruel, but of pleading and hope…
Thus, another Genie was born.
Another Genie was created through the desperate need of a remarkable individual. And both with very different purposes… oh? Right, I'm sorry.
You need me to rewind a little. No, I have not forgotten that the Dark Genie has been destroyed. Ahh, and I'm not forgetting our Hero of Atlamillia. Yes, no one can argue that Toan is a true hero. I would never dare dispute it. But the one who vanquished the Dark Genie? Well. You decide for yourself.
The legendary fight raged on, the journey through the Gallery of Time showing Toan exactly how the Dark Genie came into being. The death of Sophia, the tears and rage of Seda. The Genie's taunt about the futility of his coming. And it was true, it would have been quite futile, he had not miscalculated that. He had miscalculated the strength and valour of the boy. Toan fought tirelessly and possessing a strength of character which went unexpected to all but one resulted in him ripping the Dark Genie from mortal form. He was reduced to a small shadow and vapour. The whole team rejoiced, he was destroyed. Right?
Hmmph.
The cry went out throughout all of Blue Terra, all the way up to the furthest point of Yellow Drops, the Dark Genie has been destroyed! For not much is known of the old ways anymore, the Moon People having corrupted themselves by acclimatizing to the traditions of the new. Having made alliances that would remain for life, everyone was eager to head home, and Toan was an instant hero. Once more, I'm not doubting that. But there was more going on that night then one helluva party. There was a bit of an unemotional reunion underway in the midst of all of this…but don't take my word for it, as I already can tell you are skeptical. I would expect nothing less. Let me take you there…
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He lay there. Beaten. Beaten by a little boy with a stone. He had not expected this, it did not lie within his plans it was true, but it didn't mean, he reflected with a grin, that it could not also be fun. He grimaced, the pain was severe and he felt lowly and weak. No matter, he thought, it will take mere weeks to regenerate and then they will never know what hit them. The Hero of Atlamillia, and all creatures in existence. His low rumbling laughter echoed in his mind so loudly he did not hear the sound of soft footsteps approaching.
Slowly the footsteps came closer, slowly, but deliberately. The Dark Genie swiveled his gaze around to see a form almost glowing in the shadows. He was caught so off guard he was wondering whether or not she knew he was there when the figure spoke,
"Don't…move."
They spoke as if reading his thoughts. "I've come to finish this."
Caught up in his own arrogance, the Genie let his laugh echo out loud. "Fool," he spat quietly, "Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?"
The figure's green eyes gleamed. "As a matter of fact I do." There was a furious confidence in this stranger that unnerved even the mighty Dark Genie. But his pompousness would not allow him to show it and he yelled angrily,
"Who are you?!"
The figure let out a manic giggle that would have turned the hairs up on the Dark Genie's spine. "You act like you don't know me," she purred, "But we're family, remember?"
Memories. They came flooding into the deteriorating mind of the Dark Genie, Seda's blood, the granting of light, feeling the light split two ways. One light flowing into his foundation and the other…
"No," he felt his eyes widen in horror as comprehension dawned on him.
"Yes," she countered, as she charged her armlet with a most awesome power. She allowed it to gather there, mustering all the energy from the air surrounding.
"You can't be!!!" as recognition set in, and he realized the identity of the floating lavender-haired woman in front of him.
"I can, and I am." she replied fervently as she released the devastating blow obliterating the Dark Genie in every form of existence. She smirked.
"Say hello to your little sister."
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