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Renaissance
Chapter Two: Transition to Reality
I asked myself why I had considered this return to my much reprieved home. I found myself pacing in my room that night, thoughts set on determined actuality. My chest throbbed painfully, but this often happened so I discarded it without another thought. My memories were oddities sculpted into a tempest inside. Emotions wound about my mind, enclosing me inside a black barricade. My knees gave in, causing me to collapse on the oaken floor of the bedroom.
Overcome with a crescendo of fear, my lungs fought for oxygen and my mind battled for sanity. All I had needed in life was gone, but this I knew I had to accept. Death was something no one could escape, but I had strove to counter it. Satine was taken, but her spirit lived on and I had fulfilled my promise to write our love, to share it with the world so that no one would be lost forever.
I often saw her, drifting aimlessly throughout the halls which were my sanctuary. Together we sang, though mournful were our melodies. Euphony of spirits was what I called it now, for I knew her spirit was entirely alive. Poor Toulouse had desperately tried to convince me that Satine was gone, but in my heart, she was infinite.
Meticulous fingers wrapped around my wrists and I felt myself being heaved onto my own bed. The world was a blank, sadistic mass of incredulous interpretation that I would never be able to comprehend. Yet, in all my years of suffering, this was the first time I had felt truly serene.
A touch of insolence was directed upon my forehead and this woke me from my delusional state of mind. Precarious and clearly astonished, I rose from my position, vision clearing with the blink of an eye.
Felicity sat before me, though her appearance was quite different from her last. Her color was gone, leaving her pale and fragile under my stare. But a fiery strength reigned within and this I could see indefinitely. She said nothing to me and for that I am eternally grateful. Gently, she coaxed me into lying back down so not to harm myself nor her in my condition. I agreed, though however reluctant.
The damp moisture that had affected me so had been a cloth that had been soaked in iced water. She spoke calmly and softly as she refreshed the bandage. I wished for her to speak louder so I could find more comfort in these words, but I did not.
A shudder ran pitilessly down my spine and I felt the uncontrollable urge to scream in objection to this cruel torture. But Felicity's sanity reminded me of my own and I was left to contemplate in my distress, though not alone.
"Satine," I murmured, seeing her in place of Felicity's attraction. Her red locks her pulled back in a prim knot, allowing her eyes to sparkle without distraction. Her gaze flickered in the candlelight, which seemed to loom before her. "I finished it, Satine. I finished it and now you can live again." She smiled, her gesture glorious in every account. "Please, Satine," I begged, but I did not get to finish my query.
"Christian, I am not Satine. My name is Felicity. Felicity Tyson, remember?"
I was horrified to find myself waken from my spectacular dreamscape. My morbid sorrow rose inside my chest and I choked back on the words I so wished to utter. Felicity wiped her mouth clean of crimson fluid and lifted the cloth to dress my own. "You're bleeding," she told me.
Torn from the unreal, my body was fractured into a state of turmoil. I feared the worst and now I regret to admit that the worst I could've expected had happened. "I Felicity" I stuttered, my actions abominable in all ways possible. But her reassuring smile lifted my gloom.
"Don't worry, Uncle Christian. Worse has happened before," she told me. "You were in no grandeur and I do not hold anything against your judgement."
A girl of her age should not have had the ability to take such a mistake as something so usual. Once again I found myself facing her, completely astounded and intrigued by this person before me. She met my gaze and held it with extrinsic endurance.
"Christian! I heard a Why, hello, Felicity. Is everything alright?"
I turned to face the intruder, shifting my attitude into something more confident. A man of about my age, though slightly younger stood in the doorway to the room that was lent to me. His hair was longer than most men's for it was able to be tied back, though very slightly. His eyes, umber brown in color, almost pure ebon. But what really distinguished him as a foreigner was his skin. Tan instead of pale, but not dark enough to resemble that of an Islander.
His name was William Cooper and he was my adopted brother. Living for over twenty years in the same house as I, he was accepted as my sibling. His parents had been imprisoned in his childhood years and they had been good friends of my parents.
"Good evening, William," Felicity retorted placidly. "Everything is quite alright."
I was impressed by the punctuality and reverence supplied by this young female. Was she always so composed and moderate?
My head ached with frustration and ignorance, for it seemed impossible that my own intellect was unable to understand her own. I lay back once again, though this time by my own will. I felt Felicity glance at me sharply before returning her attention back to Will.
The girl stood and I watched her, for the first time realizing why she looked so different. Her hair was no longer curled, but naturally wavy. Also, she no longer wore a dress, but a pair of trousers and an emerald green blouse. I was allured by this unknown behavior, but my captivation soon vanished.
Her back was to me, hence I was branded to sit and listen to one side of the conversation. Will, however, had a strange way of talking in complete whisper. I prayed that Felicity would not reveal what had happened, but my judgement reassured me that the girl was not the sort to do so.
I rubbed my forehead, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, but I was shocked at what had happened right then. William, being much taller than my niece, leaned forward and kissed the young woman. But, instead of refusing, she allowed this to happen and kissed him right back. I don't know why, but a rush of anger filled me to the rim, however it subsided as William took his leave.
A/N: Alrighty, here's chapter two! I think chapter one was bettoi, don't you? Please tell me in a review and if you have any suggestions, they are welcomed with an open mind! ^_~ Thank you, Beetle, for you review. I tried to fit in an explanation of how Christian came to terms with his alone-ness. Hee hee
Oh yeah, here's the jiff. Tyson is Felicity's mother's last name, therefore it is also Christian's last name. (I hope that's ok.) Will is not blood related to Christian nor Felicity in any way. And um I think that's it. * Shrugs * Please review since you have taken the time to read this chapter! THANKIE! * Bounces away *