Hey Hey. Thanks for the uplifting reviews there, those two negative ones just kinda brought me down (even though I understand I have to take the bad to get the good, but c'mon... my first story!! My ego got busted, lol) but major major thanks to the people who stood up for me. It gave me a bit more confidence to go on with the story. And I also wanted to clear up two things. Firstly, I am sorry for the mix-up with the dates, but I intended for the story to be in the 1800's because that is the era that I truly know well, and can write clearly about. Secondly, I wanted to clear up the fact that Fairenth wasn't the first witch to be put to death, she was the first in BAYVILLE to be killed for inappropriate reasons. But, on with the story; this chapter is important. Here is the introduction of the all new, reborn Fairenth... hope you enjoy!
A/N: just like all the other ones, read this chapter carefully.
DISCLAIMER: Perdition River is mine. Fairenth is mine. Heck, even the rock I described somewhere here, is mine, lol. BUT, I don't own the X-Men, or anything of that nature. Damn, huh?
'A Soul Reborn'
By BlueEyes
Everything seemed normal.
Well, it at least looked that way. The seasoned Elm trees swayed with the cool evening breeze, and the river kept on with its respected current. Ducks feed gently off to the side, and the stained bench still sat at the waters edge, looking slightly out of place. A hawk circled the river, searching for it's missing evenings meal. And if you looked closely, you could see a pair of deer, watching the river with their cautious doe eyes. Their brown eyes remained steady on the river, till a breeze picked up, and they turned abruptly, scattering to the safer parts of the woods. Wildlife seemed to thrive on Perdition River, ranging from deer, to birds, and even to wolves. People came to the conclusion that Perdition River was just a peaceful habitat, a splendid retreat. But animals are vastly different from people. They sense things we don't, see things we shouldn't, and feel things we couldn't imagine. But that's how they knew.
That's how they knew everything only SEEMED normal.
In their eyes, they witnessed not the gentle swaying of the elms; but the peculiar motion of the leaves in the wind. They sensed that the ducks were preparing for a trip, feeding so their stomachs would be full. The hawk stalked the river, keeping a keen eye on the other animals, curious as to what would come of the situation. And the pair of deer, they only stood by to watch the spectacle, to watch the one they knew so long ago, rise again. Animals came to Perdition River to be close to the familiar tranquillity of the one they connected to. Plants thrived there with their pure soul keeping them alive. They all prospered there, because they KNEW.
Time seemed to stop at the river as a few ripples ruptured the complacent river.
The hawk stopped its circling. The ducks stopped their feeding, and flew off to the distance. The two brown eyes of the deer watched steadily from their safe coves. Even the wind seemed to stop, causing silence to break the natural environmental sounds. The ripples broke into intervals, sending the swift currents into little breakers, crashing into the rock lined sides of the river. The wind started to kick up again, this time stronger and more demanding. A few bubbles started to accompany the ripples.
The bubbles started to gain more frequency, and the wind continued his hollowing. The animals took shelter, and the plants stayed firm, their leaves and stems tilting with the strong wind. In all but one moment, a body burst from the water, gasping for air.
She coughed and sputtered, her breathing ragged. Her hair stuck to her face unevenly, and her face was an unpolished pale. Her eyes exhibited nothing but fear and fatigue, and her arms flailed to keep up in the water. But even through the tears, the ragged appearance, and weary body demeanor, she was still Fairenth. Fairenth Croix, respectable daughter of Laura Marie and Dave Mathew Croix. Fairenth Croix, passionate girl with nothing but solid sensitivity keeping her alive.
She was Fairenth Croix, first suspected witch in Bayville to be killed without trial.
She choked and whined with pain, and splashed to keep herself together amongst the strong winds, and objecting currents. Lassitude was taking over, and she could feel her eye lids starting to shut against her will, and her legs and arms getting heavy, as if they had weights berated on them. Slowly, her breathing got slower, and her head tilted back as her body started to descend into the water again. Just as her eyes made it under water, something seemed to tug on her. That rocked her mind slowly, and she held fast to consciousness as she tried to evaluate the situation. She had been dragged to the river, and the towns people threw her into the deepest part, knowing she had no knowledge to swim. Lastly, she remembered her mind starting to drift as she lost all comprehension of the real world; a strange placidity taking over her.
Now all she felt was the harsh air burning her lungs, and still the tugging at her legs and hips.
Her mind was still blurred, as if drugged, and she tried to make everything out through her bleary vision. Nothing. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, but was startled when she felt her hip bump against something hard. Even with her obscure eyesight, she saw a sharp rock. Fairenth's mind started to spin.
Rocks. Rocks at the edge of the river.
She pulled her hand out with a moan, and pulled herself onto the cool ground, her soaked dress dragging behind her. She laid just like that, her feet still in the water, but her body on the ground, drying as her breathing calmed. Fairenth was insubstantial, and her heart was pulsating fast in her chest. Was this her Purgatory? Her mind questioned, and her glowing eyes seemed to shine brighter than ever. Once again, instinct won over her mind, and her eyes started to drift shut, determined to get some strength from sleep.
She must not have gotten far, because a voice broke her from her short, but strength-gaining sleep.
"Look what humanity has down to you" a voice boomed over her, and she whimpered as she flipped her body onto her back so she could at least see. She let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding, and tried to clear her vision to see who in the world came for her. Was it the Pastor? Were they going to sentence her to the same death twice? Fear settled in her mind, but all she could do was listen as he went on.
"They saw something different in you, and they destroyed it, not knowing what the could gain from the situation. But I...I am so much more intelligent than they were" he seemed to say with humor lifting in his voice. Something about his voice worried Fairenth. It had an edge to it, a very dangerous edge. Her eyes watched as the man knelt beside her, and stared down at her. She watched with no emotion, her face imperturbable. Fairenth's mind was set running on fear and instinct, a lethal mix of her sorts. Her familiar fear of people grew, and her mind decided on two things: fight or run. Still confused, and her mind jumbled, all she could do was look threatening till she figured out a sensible way to get out. Fairenth narrowed her eyes, and let them darken as he continued...but then eased with unsuspected conjecture as he whispered in a seemingly humane voice:
"They broke you Fairenth, and I'm here to fix you" Magneto whispered.
Hmm. Okay, I had to put who was talking there, although it kinda interferes with the whole 'from the eyes of Fairenth..' deal. The next chapter will be long, and it has to do with this, so it was a must to be put there. Anyway, on with my usual 'end of the chapter summery' lol. Fairenth is a confused character. Fairenth doesn't know people, because she was basically locked up as a child due to her secret. All she knew were her parents, who didn't treat her as parents should. She also knows nothing of the new world she was reborn to, and she knows no one, rather their antagonist or protagonist attitudes. So when she is seeing Magneto, and hearing that fake compassion in his voice, her heart wants to believe that there are truly people to trust and confide in. And Fairenth is the type to follow her heart, unwillingly. So, R&R, tell me what's up, or wrong with this, and it will be updated soon!
A/N: just like all the other ones, read this chapter carefully.
DISCLAIMER: Perdition River is mine. Fairenth is mine. Heck, even the rock I described somewhere here, is mine, lol. BUT, I don't own the X-Men, or anything of that nature. Damn, huh?
'A Soul Reborn'
By BlueEyes
Everything seemed normal.
Well, it at least looked that way. The seasoned Elm trees swayed with the cool evening breeze, and the river kept on with its respected current. Ducks feed gently off to the side, and the stained bench still sat at the waters edge, looking slightly out of place. A hawk circled the river, searching for it's missing evenings meal. And if you looked closely, you could see a pair of deer, watching the river with their cautious doe eyes. Their brown eyes remained steady on the river, till a breeze picked up, and they turned abruptly, scattering to the safer parts of the woods. Wildlife seemed to thrive on Perdition River, ranging from deer, to birds, and even to wolves. People came to the conclusion that Perdition River was just a peaceful habitat, a splendid retreat. But animals are vastly different from people. They sense things we don't, see things we shouldn't, and feel things we couldn't imagine. But that's how they knew.
That's how they knew everything only SEEMED normal.
In their eyes, they witnessed not the gentle swaying of the elms; but the peculiar motion of the leaves in the wind. They sensed that the ducks were preparing for a trip, feeding so their stomachs would be full. The hawk stalked the river, keeping a keen eye on the other animals, curious as to what would come of the situation. And the pair of deer, they only stood by to watch the spectacle, to watch the one they knew so long ago, rise again. Animals came to Perdition River to be close to the familiar tranquillity of the one they connected to. Plants thrived there with their pure soul keeping them alive. They all prospered there, because they KNEW.
Time seemed to stop at the river as a few ripples ruptured the complacent river.
The hawk stopped its circling. The ducks stopped their feeding, and flew off to the distance. The two brown eyes of the deer watched steadily from their safe coves. Even the wind seemed to stop, causing silence to break the natural environmental sounds. The ripples broke into intervals, sending the swift currents into little breakers, crashing into the rock lined sides of the river. The wind started to kick up again, this time stronger and more demanding. A few bubbles started to accompany the ripples.
The bubbles started to gain more frequency, and the wind continued his hollowing. The animals took shelter, and the plants stayed firm, their leaves and stems tilting with the strong wind. In all but one moment, a body burst from the water, gasping for air.
She coughed and sputtered, her breathing ragged. Her hair stuck to her face unevenly, and her face was an unpolished pale. Her eyes exhibited nothing but fear and fatigue, and her arms flailed to keep up in the water. But even through the tears, the ragged appearance, and weary body demeanor, she was still Fairenth. Fairenth Croix, respectable daughter of Laura Marie and Dave Mathew Croix. Fairenth Croix, passionate girl with nothing but solid sensitivity keeping her alive.
She was Fairenth Croix, first suspected witch in Bayville to be killed without trial.
She choked and whined with pain, and splashed to keep herself together amongst the strong winds, and objecting currents. Lassitude was taking over, and she could feel her eye lids starting to shut against her will, and her legs and arms getting heavy, as if they had weights berated on them. Slowly, her breathing got slower, and her head tilted back as her body started to descend into the water again. Just as her eyes made it under water, something seemed to tug on her. That rocked her mind slowly, and she held fast to consciousness as she tried to evaluate the situation. She had been dragged to the river, and the towns people threw her into the deepest part, knowing she had no knowledge to swim. Lastly, she remembered her mind starting to drift as she lost all comprehension of the real world; a strange placidity taking over her.
Now all she felt was the harsh air burning her lungs, and still the tugging at her legs and hips.
Her mind was still blurred, as if drugged, and she tried to make everything out through her bleary vision. Nothing. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, but was startled when she felt her hip bump against something hard. Even with her obscure eyesight, she saw a sharp rock. Fairenth's mind started to spin.
Rocks. Rocks at the edge of the river.
She pulled her hand out with a moan, and pulled herself onto the cool ground, her soaked dress dragging behind her. She laid just like that, her feet still in the water, but her body on the ground, drying as her breathing calmed. Fairenth was insubstantial, and her heart was pulsating fast in her chest. Was this her Purgatory? Her mind questioned, and her glowing eyes seemed to shine brighter than ever. Once again, instinct won over her mind, and her eyes started to drift shut, determined to get some strength from sleep.
She must not have gotten far, because a voice broke her from her short, but strength-gaining sleep.
"Look what humanity has down to you" a voice boomed over her, and she whimpered as she flipped her body onto her back so she could at least see. She let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding, and tried to clear her vision to see who in the world came for her. Was it the Pastor? Were they going to sentence her to the same death twice? Fear settled in her mind, but all she could do was listen as he went on.
"They saw something different in you, and they destroyed it, not knowing what the could gain from the situation. But I...I am so much more intelligent than they were" he seemed to say with humor lifting in his voice. Something about his voice worried Fairenth. It had an edge to it, a very dangerous edge. Her eyes watched as the man knelt beside her, and stared down at her. She watched with no emotion, her face imperturbable. Fairenth's mind was set running on fear and instinct, a lethal mix of her sorts. Her familiar fear of people grew, and her mind decided on two things: fight or run. Still confused, and her mind jumbled, all she could do was look threatening till she figured out a sensible way to get out. Fairenth narrowed her eyes, and let them darken as he continued...but then eased with unsuspected conjecture as he whispered in a seemingly humane voice:
"They broke you Fairenth, and I'm here to fix you" Magneto whispered.
Hmm. Okay, I had to put who was talking there, although it kinda interferes with the whole 'from the eyes of Fairenth..' deal. The next chapter will be long, and it has to do with this, so it was a must to be put there. Anyway, on with my usual 'end of the chapter summery' lol. Fairenth is a confused character. Fairenth doesn't know people, because she was basically locked up as a child due to her secret. All she knew were her parents, who didn't treat her as parents should. She also knows nothing of the new world she was reborn to, and she knows no one, rather their antagonist or protagonist attitudes. So when she is seeing Magneto, and hearing that fake compassion in his voice, her heart wants to believe that there are truly people to trust and confide in. And Fairenth is the type to follow her heart, unwillingly. So, R&R, tell me what's up, or wrong with this, and it will be updated soon!