The Silence is Broken
By Onyx-dreamer
Disclaimer:
Me: Grr. . .You all are lucky I like this story and am continuing to write it. . .with the lack of responses I'm guessing you people hate the idea. . .And for those that hate me and came back to read a story that you hate, go ahead and tell me to go to Hell. . .I REALLY don't give a damn. . .
Bit: o.0 I can see why you won't be going to heaven when you die. . .
Me: =] Hell ya! And Hell probably won't take me either!
Bit: 0.0 I haven't heard this one before. . .Why don't you think Hell will take you?
Me: 'Cause I might take over. ^-^
Bit: -.-;; Oh boy, you're hopeless. . .
Me: ^-^ Aren't I? *turns toward audience* I do not own Golden Sun, it's characters, Camelot, Nintendo, and the Bible(an early warning to you 'I- will-not-accept-any-changing-of-the-Bible-I-will-flame-you-for-just- thinking-such-a-thing' Christians)
"I need to tell you something," I said. My first words. In my own voice. I had never heard my own voice before. It was deep and sultry. It also had a haunted tone to it.
Mia looks at me and covers her mouth. She starts to cry.
I just now notice how she is dressed. I would never have believed that Mia wore a thong. She had a midriff, spaghetti strap top on. Both pieces of scandalous clothing matched the color of her aquamarine hair. I quickly ignore her underdressed state.
"You-you can talk. . ." she sobbed.
I nodded. I walked across the room and sat next to her. She looked at me. "What do you need to tell me?"
I look away and stare at the door. How do tell someone that the ultimate good had died and that you were the world's last hope? Not to mention getting them to believe you. I sigh deeply.
"I don't know how to explain this Mia." I pause and think. I rub my temples in slow circles, trying to think through the demons. They've gotten worse since God died. Where to start?
Mia was staring at me, her face blank of expression. Would she even believe me?
"Mia, do you believe in Heaven?" I ask slowly. I continue to stare at the door. My hands return to my lap and were now clasped together.
After thinking Mia answers, "Yes. Why?"
"Now, do you believe in the battle between good and evil? Do you believe that one could defeat the other and disrupt a delicate balance?" I ask. I rub my hands together. My eyes are closed, trying to concentrate through the din that the ghosts are creating. They're mad that I have broken the silence. I am now capable of exorcising them.
Mia gives me a funny look. I think she's getting frustrated at my questions. "Isaac. . .Yes, I believe the first question but not the second. What does this have to do with anything?"
"What if I told you God and Heaven no longer exist? That Satan and Hell defeated them? Would you believe me?" I now turn and look her in the eyes. This is where I learn if breaking the silence is worth it.
She is now truly confused. Her face, body, and aura scream it. "Are you telling me that-that Heaven is gone? Angels and everything?"
I smile grimly. Bingo. Thank you Captain Obvious. I nod my head.
Her confused expression has now changed to one of complete terror. "How do you know?"
"How would anyone know?" I answer cryptically. The demons. . .they're shrieking. . .it hurts. . .I can't concentrate enough to give Mia a straight answer.
Mia looks ticked off in her newfound terror. "How Isaac? How do you know?" she whispered hoarsely while grabbing and shaking my arm.
Her shaking has sent them into a tizzy. They attack me, hissing at me. The cycle of accusation starts all over again. This time ten times louder. I clench my teeth in pain and close my eyes. I'm going to have to ignore them and answer Mia. I struggle through the noise in my head.
"I heard him. . ." I answer, my voice wavering along with my resolve to stay conscious.
"Who? Heard who?" Mia asked desperately. She knew I was going to black out.
"God. . .As he screamed throughout. . .the cosmos. . .as he was murdered. . ." I panted. I was now drenched in sweat. As I finished my statement, the heinous overture rose to a climax. I clutched my head and yelled in torment. I then passed out.
Hnn. . .My head feels like it's been used for staff practice. . .There are voices. . .they sound familiar. . .All I care about right now is that the ghosts are now only whispering, having receded into the depths of my mind to recuperate and plan some new way to bring my self-confidence down. The silence has returned and been reestablished. I've learned my lesson.
I slowly open one eye, then quickly shut it as a piercing light stabs into my brain, making the throbbing worse. The demons chitter happily. My pain is their pleasure. So instead of opening my eyes to let my current company know I'm awake, I simply sit up.
I hear multiple gasps, and one set of footsteps approaching. They are light and even. Mia.
"Are you alright Isaac?" she asks pensively.
Crap. She wants me to answer in my voice. I shake my head slowly and point toward it.
I hear her sigh. "Ivan, see what he wants. . ."
I hear another set of light, hurried steps. I feel a light feather tickle on my mind as he reads it.
"He wants you to heal his headache. Sounds like it's real bad too," Ivan spoke. From his voice I could tell he was wincing. My mind must be a hell hole to him. I listen as Ivan walks back across the room and as Mia approaches again.
Through my eyelids I could see a blue light growing and then suddenly disappear. I feel the throbbing stop. Slowly, I crack one eye open and look around.
Jesus. Did she tell everyone that I had spoken? Of course they know I'm able to because I yelled, but still. . .
Mia was sitting next to me and across the room I saw Garet, Jenna, Ivan, Felix, Sheba and Kraden. All of them were staring at me expectantly. I don't mean to disappoint them, but after listening to an orchestra of shrieks, yells, and screams all mixed together sounding like a thousand nails screeching down a blackboard through an amplifier, no thanks. I'll keep my mouth shut. But at least I told her. . .
I open both my eyes and swing my legs over the bed. Mia reluctantly stands up and walks back to the group at the door. Now that I notice, I'm in Mia's bed. Hn.
Mia looks at the group, shoves them out the door, and closes it. She reapproaches me. "Are you better?" she asked.
I nodded, still looking at the door. I stand up and notice I feel lighter. I look down and see that Mia removed my armor and weapons. I glance at her.
Knowing instinctively what I want, she points to a large basket in the corner. I walk over to it. "Why did you tell me Isaac? It's not like you can change anything," she sighed.
I look up from gathering my armor. Oh really?
She knows the look on my face. She grows furious. "No! Isaac, I won't let you go! There's only one way to go to Hell and I won't let you! We all care about you too much to let you do that!" she yelled.
We? Who the hell is we? You've got a mouse in your pocket? To make my point I exaggerate looking around the room.
"Ha ha Isaac. You know who I'm talking about. You can't do it!" she whined.
Uh huh. . .and who's going to stop me? I place my armor on and secure it. Out of the corner of my eye I see a streak of blue come flying at me. Mia swung at me. I caught her fist mere centimeters from my face. I turn and glare at her. You think I WANT to do this?!
I look into her eyes and among the new tears I see anger, frustration, sadness, and a hint of something unidentifiable.
Mia's face crumbles as she begins to cry again. "I-I. . .I'm sorry Isaac. I know you don't want to go. It's just. . ." she bites her lip searching for something to say. She then shakes her head as if to clear something away. "Would you at least stay until we're all asleep tonight?" she asks, hopeful.
I nod. It's the least I could do for my friends. Give them one last chance to say goodbye. Plus, I need to explain something to my Djinn. They can read my mind so I have no fear of starting the ghosts up again.
My Djinn. . .they're going to feel so very betrayed. Their own friend was going to abandon them in the land of the living. But I would give them a mission to keep their minds off of me. I had a special request of Flint.
A/N: I am SSOO sorry for not posting sooner. I am writing this story in a note book and I gave it to someone so they could read it and couldn't get it back from them for two weeks. Pwetty pwease review???
Disclaimer:
Me: Grr. . .You all are lucky I like this story and am continuing to write it. . .with the lack of responses I'm guessing you people hate the idea. . .And for those that hate me and came back to read a story that you hate, go ahead and tell me to go to Hell. . .I REALLY don't give a damn. . .
Bit: o.0 I can see why you won't be going to heaven when you die. . .
Me: =] Hell ya! And Hell probably won't take me either!
Bit: 0.0 I haven't heard this one before. . .Why don't you think Hell will take you?
Me: 'Cause I might take over. ^-^
Bit: -.-;; Oh boy, you're hopeless. . .
Me: ^-^ Aren't I? *turns toward audience* I do not own Golden Sun, it's characters, Camelot, Nintendo, and the Bible(an early warning to you 'I- will-not-accept-any-changing-of-the-Bible-I-will-flame-you-for-just- thinking-such-a-thing' Christians)
"I need to tell you something," I said. My first words. In my own voice. I had never heard my own voice before. It was deep and sultry. It also had a haunted tone to it.
Mia looks at me and covers her mouth. She starts to cry.
I just now notice how she is dressed. I would never have believed that Mia wore a thong. She had a midriff, spaghetti strap top on. Both pieces of scandalous clothing matched the color of her aquamarine hair. I quickly ignore her underdressed state.
"You-you can talk. . ." she sobbed.
I nodded. I walked across the room and sat next to her. She looked at me. "What do you need to tell me?"
I look away and stare at the door. How do tell someone that the ultimate good had died and that you were the world's last hope? Not to mention getting them to believe you. I sigh deeply.
"I don't know how to explain this Mia." I pause and think. I rub my temples in slow circles, trying to think through the demons. They've gotten worse since God died. Where to start?
Mia was staring at me, her face blank of expression. Would she even believe me?
"Mia, do you believe in Heaven?" I ask slowly. I continue to stare at the door. My hands return to my lap and were now clasped together.
After thinking Mia answers, "Yes. Why?"
"Now, do you believe in the battle between good and evil? Do you believe that one could defeat the other and disrupt a delicate balance?" I ask. I rub my hands together. My eyes are closed, trying to concentrate through the din that the ghosts are creating. They're mad that I have broken the silence. I am now capable of exorcising them.
Mia gives me a funny look. I think she's getting frustrated at my questions. "Isaac. . .Yes, I believe the first question but not the second. What does this have to do with anything?"
"What if I told you God and Heaven no longer exist? That Satan and Hell defeated them? Would you believe me?" I now turn and look her in the eyes. This is where I learn if breaking the silence is worth it.
She is now truly confused. Her face, body, and aura scream it. "Are you telling me that-that Heaven is gone? Angels and everything?"
I smile grimly. Bingo. Thank you Captain Obvious. I nod my head.
Her confused expression has now changed to one of complete terror. "How do you know?"
"How would anyone know?" I answer cryptically. The demons. . .they're shrieking. . .it hurts. . .I can't concentrate enough to give Mia a straight answer.
Mia looks ticked off in her newfound terror. "How Isaac? How do you know?" she whispered hoarsely while grabbing and shaking my arm.
Her shaking has sent them into a tizzy. They attack me, hissing at me. The cycle of accusation starts all over again. This time ten times louder. I clench my teeth in pain and close my eyes. I'm going to have to ignore them and answer Mia. I struggle through the noise in my head.
"I heard him. . ." I answer, my voice wavering along with my resolve to stay conscious.
"Who? Heard who?" Mia asked desperately. She knew I was going to black out.
"God. . .As he screamed throughout. . .the cosmos. . .as he was murdered. . ." I panted. I was now drenched in sweat. As I finished my statement, the heinous overture rose to a climax. I clutched my head and yelled in torment. I then passed out.
Hnn. . .My head feels like it's been used for staff practice. . .There are voices. . .they sound familiar. . .All I care about right now is that the ghosts are now only whispering, having receded into the depths of my mind to recuperate and plan some new way to bring my self-confidence down. The silence has returned and been reestablished. I've learned my lesson.
I slowly open one eye, then quickly shut it as a piercing light stabs into my brain, making the throbbing worse. The demons chitter happily. My pain is their pleasure. So instead of opening my eyes to let my current company know I'm awake, I simply sit up.
I hear multiple gasps, and one set of footsteps approaching. They are light and even. Mia.
"Are you alright Isaac?" she asks pensively.
Crap. She wants me to answer in my voice. I shake my head slowly and point toward it.
I hear her sigh. "Ivan, see what he wants. . ."
I hear another set of light, hurried steps. I feel a light feather tickle on my mind as he reads it.
"He wants you to heal his headache. Sounds like it's real bad too," Ivan spoke. From his voice I could tell he was wincing. My mind must be a hell hole to him. I listen as Ivan walks back across the room and as Mia approaches again.
Through my eyelids I could see a blue light growing and then suddenly disappear. I feel the throbbing stop. Slowly, I crack one eye open and look around.
Jesus. Did she tell everyone that I had spoken? Of course they know I'm able to because I yelled, but still. . .
Mia was sitting next to me and across the room I saw Garet, Jenna, Ivan, Felix, Sheba and Kraden. All of them were staring at me expectantly. I don't mean to disappoint them, but after listening to an orchestra of shrieks, yells, and screams all mixed together sounding like a thousand nails screeching down a blackboard through an amplifier, no thanks. I'll keep my mouth shut. But at least I told her. . .
I open both my eyes and swing my legs over the bed. Mia reluctantly stands up and walks back to the group at the door. Now that I notice, I'm in Mia's bed. Hn.
Mia looks at the group, shoves them out the door, and closes it. She reapproaches me. "Are you better?" she asked.
I nodded, still looking at the door. I stand up and notice I feel lighter. I look down and see that Mia removed my armor and weapons. I glance at her.
Knowing instinctively what I want, she points to a large basket in the corner. I walk over to it. "Why did you tell me Isaac? It's not like you can change anything," she sighed.
I look up from gathering my armor. Oh really?
She knows the look on my face. She grows furious. "No! Isaac, I won't let you go! There's only one way to go to Hell and I won't let you! We all care about you too much to let you do that!" she yelled.
We? Who the hell is we? You've got a mouse in your pocket? To make my point I exaggerate looking around the room.
"Ha ha Isaac. You know who I'm talking about. You can't do it!" she whined.
Uh huh. . .and who's going to stop me? I place my armor on and secure it. Out of the corner of my eye I see a streak of blue come flying at me. Mia swung at me. I caught her fist mere centimeters from my face. I turn and glare at her. You think I WANT to do this?!
I look into her eyes and among the new tears I see anger, frustration, sadness, and a hint of something unidentifiable.
Mia's face crumbles as she begins to cry again. "I-I. . .I'm sorry Isaac. I know you don't want to go. It's just. . ." she bites her lip searching for something to say. She then shakes her head as if to clear something away. "Would you at least stay until we're all asleep tonight?" she asks, hopeful.
I nod. It's the least I could do for my friends. Give them one last chance to say goodbye. Plus, I need to explain something to my Djinn. They can read my mind so I have no fear of starting the ghosts up again.
My Djinn. . .they're going to feel so very betrayed. Their own friend was going to abandon them in the land of the living. But I would give them a mission to keep their minds off of me. I had a special request of Flint.
A/N: I am SSOO sorry for not posting sooner. I am writing this story in a note book and I gave it to someone so they could read it and couldn't get it back from them for two weeks. Pwetty pwease review???