Okie Dokie. Chapter 5 is now up, much more quickly than Chapter 4 was, might I add, lol. BUT, here is where everything about Fairenth will be cleared up. You all know her past (well, basic past that is, I won't get TOO far into it, I promise) and her personality, but her powers and the reason she was brought back is still pretty much a complete mystery. Here is where it all comes into play people. And hey, I tried with the 1600's accents and language here, ya know, the 'thous' and 'thees' and all that. Cant do it, it is WAY too time consuming and difficult to get done, lol. Just let me be the first to say I realize no one really said 'I' and 'you' and all that. I think it would probably confuse everyone anyway, LOL. Just another little tweak to make the story more enjoyable. Sorry! Oh, and on the subject of confused, Fairenth is stilled passed-out here, this is all from the Professor's mind probing and point of view. There will be some Professor viewed memories... I think ya'll will get it, lmao. Read the last parts carefully!!!! They even confused me at some point, lol. I talk too much, huh?
DISCLAIMER: NO. That's all I have to say. NO.
'A Soul Reborn'
By BlueEyes
It was almost like God intentionally handed her a bad deal of cards.
Professor Xavier sat in his metal glinted wheelchair next to the adolescent girls bed. They had cleaned Fairenth up, stitched up the strapping cut on her side, and wiped off the grime that had settled on her from being in the river for such extended time. The first time they saw her, she was almost like a fabrication of everyone's imagination, her long discolored and unkempt hair clinging to her, and her eyes shining a vehement white light.
She was absolutely leaking of unadulterated power.
But amongst the pure power that encircled her, they all could see an simplicity that leaped about her very existence. While her eyes should have been strong and self-assured; they shown nothing but fear and abashed madness. She should have been standing tall with self-sufficiency that was only hers to Magneto, but instead she was on the ground letting him hinder her every move. Professor X didn't need his powers to see that her spirit was betrayed, as well as her confidence. His eyes lifted to the window on the far side of the room. He lamented heavily as two pearly black eyes of a crow met his.
Since the day they brought her to the institute, things were going awry. They had mice in the confined spaces of the passages, and other little creatures had somehow succeeded to make their way to the home. For the first time in months, they heard the faint howling of wolves in the distances, smoky and unclear. All kinds of birds congregated to the Mansion, and they had to refill the bird feeders more than twice a day. Trees changed their colors rapidly in the fall season, exhibiting colors faster than any other tree in the neighborhood. Ororo's garden flourished, and her flowers larger than ever before.
It was like nature was hitting the Institute full force.
Of course it had to do with Fairenth, The Professor had no faltering doubt. But he needed to know WHY. WHY she was unnaturally brought back from the ground, WHY she, a product of so many years past, was laying in front of him, palpitating and alive. And that's why he came to her while she was still insentient. Her mind was at repose in this state, and he could gain admittance to everything she had in her. He closed his eyes gently with remorse. He hated to go into peoples especial lives like this, but this situation was so vital that the professor thought it a necessity.
He slowly raised an ample hand to the girls tan forehead.
As soon as the connection of skin against skin was made, thoughts flew into his mind, sending him into momentary confusion. When it passed, he sorted them out slowly, passing each with respect.
'You have many assets, but none to be made...'.
'Every time an animal dies, I feel their pain, their torture... what is wrong with me?'
'The Pastor says that all that is unnatural is unholy. Am I unnatural? Unholy?'
His forehead creased in discomfort as he heard those self appointed statements of Fairenth. So much pain and rue tagged with them, and all he could hear was her accented voice telling him that she was damned, that she belonged extinct. He squinted his eyes together again, and sorted deeper into the depths of her thoughts. He suddenly came across what he was searching for. A reminiscence.
{{Memory}}
Mother had told her to plant the garden out back, and to stay out of sight from nosy towns people. It had made Fairenth's day, to hear her say that she was allowed out, and to plant the garden too! Someone must be looking down on her today. Her eyes made impact with the sun, even under her heavy bonnet. It was enough to make her forget everything that was ever done to her, just to feel that effulgent heat on her face. She closed her eyes in rapture, and breathed in the salty summer air. With a nebulous smile, she strutted to the devoid garden.
Nothing.
Her smile wavered some as she looked at the blank ground, cleared out by her father last year when the vegetables went rotten. Sticks still existed in it, fallen from the trees above. She bit her lip, and heaved back a sigh. Knowing precisely what to do, as if it was engraved in her memory; in her soul, she stooped to the ground, and let her dress hang all around her in a obscure circle. She would be filthy later, and would have to wait for the depths of the night to wash in the creek, but in her mind it was all justifyed.. She put her hands to the ground gingerly, and her eyes fell into a deeper and brighter shade of white as everything she ever knew to do, kicked in.
As always, she wasn't herself anymore.
In her procedure, she let her very soul recant from her, letting the earth take declare to her body. The essential quality that lived in the dirt, was now also her distillation. The roots that now shook and vibrated gently from underneath them, was also her. She was everything that ever lived and grew once in the soil of the earth, and now the earth highly regarded her, and granted her access. The soil at the garden started to alter oddly, and little vines of growing plants sunk up and out of the earth, twirling and heading for the sun. Flowers grew along the sides, and fresh vegetables grew in the middle, mellow and round. Leaves discharged, and sunflowers stood tall and proud amongst the sides. Lofty of her work, Fairenth let go of the strong correlation, and let her body take suppressant again, as well as her soul.
Her eyes glowed with beautiful happiness as she looked at her masterpiece.
The breeze picked up slowly, and the flowers seemed to lean into the coolness with desire. She closed her eyes it whipped by her, and her bonnet flopped to the side, revealing her beautifully miscellaneous hair. It all swung to the side, and Fairenth let in a long breath, listening to the whispers the wind told her.
Beautiful....
Live on....
Thrive....
She never knew what they meant. She heard allot of undertones, categorizing from the animals to the plants to the wind. Each had a soul, and with it's appreciated soul, Fairenth could feel it. It brought extraordinary comfort to her, and she felt at complete peace as the wind tousled her hair affectionately. She was so lost in it, she failed to notice her mothers not pleased face glowering from behind her. The peace ended when a sharp pain hit the back of her head, sending Fairenth forward to her elbows. She moaned slightly, and then immanently whipped around to see who her attacker was. Her eyes broadened when she saw it was her mother, her eyes afire and mortified. Just as a child would know of the fear that parents brought to them, Fairenth knew it stronger. She winced away as another blow swung low to her head, brutal words cutting the artless silence of the area...
"Work of the devil, I say! Have you no soul at all, child?"
{{end memory}}
The Professor pulled his hand away from her with a sharp admission of breath. His breathing came in short interruptions, and he stared down at the girl. So much pain... he could feel it at such a strong grade that it scared him. Now, with that past pain led a confused state that left the poor child at a higher stress level. He wipped at his forehead, and slowly realized he was nearly sweating bullets. He took out a handkerchief, and swabbed at his forehead, all the while collating things in his mind.
He knew why she was alive. He knew her power. He felt her sensitivity.
She was apart of impulsive nature. Everything that lived on the holy earth recognized her, felt her pain and shared her emotions. She was the abridgment of nature, she virtually was Mother Nature. Or Daughter Nature. Not possessing it, but she still had all the control. Weather reverberated her mood as did Ororo's. Plants told her the secrets of the earth, and animals told her tricks of the trade. She could even feel the intricate designs of human emotion in her mind. She had the greenest thumb of anyone at all, devising things to grow and giving them total life with but a snap of her fingers. But as easily as she could make life, she could take it. If she ever gave even the most naive word to the nature in whole to turn on society, it would be done. The animals would ferment to fight for her respect, and the plants would overtake human race. Weather would storm out, and everything would be a plight.
She could own the planet if she wanted it.
But she didn't. The Professor could feel it, all she wanted was a sense of dominion, a sensation of understanding and expectancy. Fairenth had died by the force of nature, her very art and power. Her soul had been dismissed that day she was drowned, released to live on in all the plants, in all the animals, even in all the humans that walked the earth. But that wasn't enough. She had died by her craft unjustly, and the earth wasn't ready for her.
So it didn't receive her.
A tree grew where her body should have laid, a large gorgeous tree with all the characteristics that Fairenth had. Her body rested in that tree, her life being restored slowly each day with all the efforts of natural life around it. As long as that tree was to stand, her body was to be rejuvenated.
But now in the present, the tree was cut down.
The water life took her body, and kept it safe, conserved. As her soul was scattered in the beginning when she died, it was then being gathered and restored back into the inanimate body. That's why it took so long after the tree went down, the Professor realized ardently. He hung his head with conviction, and shifted through all the information. When her soul was completely flawless, she regained life, and rose above the water to be met by Magneto. It all made perfect sense in his mind now, and he played it over and over as he kept his eyes on her allay body. He shook his head lightly with sharp perception. She wasn't brought back to vindicate her death, or to stop some unheard of cataclysm.
She was brought back to live a life she never got to lead.
Like a virtuous victim, she was brought back from the earth because nature owed it to her.. she was born combined to nature, and nature took her life at her young years. Now nature was bringing her back as a paid due. The Professor was almost brought to tears at the thought of being brought out of the only peace ever felt, because of an imperfect destiny. His face grew taut, and he rubbed his ceased forehead with pain.
He could only conceive what life was going to be like for her.
"Your crying."
A courtly, but simple statement brought him back, and he turned wide eyes to the glowing ones of the injured girl. She was awake, and watching him intently, fear surrounding her every movement. He smiled mildly to her, trying to sedate the fear she had of him.
"No need to worry... but if you are child, let me be the first to say that you are safe here..." he said as he saw her facial cast ease at that, and sighed as she just watched him with tainted eyes. His heart ached and his soul reached out as he saw her eyes start to water up effortlessly, and she hung her head down.
"Safe...." Fairenth spoke inaudibly to herself, and then talked a little louder in her emphasized voice.
"The Pastor says that crying is a weakness, almost an offense, or sin of sorts" she stated, and the Professor cocked his head to the side as he watched her. A slow tear fell from her pearly eyes to the sheet as in slow motion, and he was curious to hear little raindrops on the windowsill outside. He looked to it, and wasn't that shocked to see rain assembling. He turned back to Fairenth who sniffled lightly, turning her eyes to the man in front of her.
"You've committed no sins Fairenth" he spoke in an undertone to her, and more tears fell when that came. She wiped abruptly at them at first, and then let her arms fall the bed with lethargy. He could see marks of fear, sadness, and pure confusion written all over her face as her face scrunched up as more tears flowed a course down her cheek.
"Then what did I do to warrant this pain?" she croaked out, her front finally shattering, and her sobs loud as the Professor watched without a clue. And for the first time in as long as he could remember...
He had no words to comfort her.
Wow. Depressing huh? I needed to convey the real pain she felt to you readers, so you can almost feel it too. Does that make sense? Lol. Probably not. OK. So now everything is layed out. On with the healing and romance and such... this will get a bit angsty, as you can guess, but not by too much. Fairenth was made to be a strong willed charactor, she is just in a tough situation right now, lol. So, chapter 6 will be up soon!!
DISCLAIMER: NO. That's all I have to say. NO.
'A Soul Reborn'
By BlueEyes
It was almost like God intentionally handed her a bad deal of cards.
Professor Xavier sat in his metal glinted wheelchair next to the adolescent girls bed. They had cleaned Fairenth up, stitched up the strapping cut on her side, and wiped off the grime that had settled on her from being in the river for such extended time. The first time they saw her, she was almost like a fabrication of everyone's imagination, her long discolored and unkempt hair clinging to her, and her eyes shining a vehement white light.
She was absolutely leaking of unadulterated power.
But amongst the pure power that encircled her, they all could see an simplicity that leaped about her very existence. While her eyes should have been strong and self-assured; they shown nothing but fear and abashed madness. She should have been standing tall with self-sufficiency that was only hers to Magneto, but instead she was on the ground letting him hinder her every move. Professor X didn't need his powers to see that her spirit was betrayed, as well as her confidence. His eyes lifted to the window on the far side of the room. He lamented heavily as two pearly black eyes of a crow met his.
Since the day they brought her to the institute, things were going awry. They had mice in the confined spaces of the passages, and other little creatures had somehow succeeded to make their way to the home. For the first time in months, they heard the faint howling of wolves in the distances, smoky and unclear. All kinds of birds congregated to the Mansion, and they had to refill the bird feeders more than twice a day. Trees changed their colors rapidly in the fall season, exhibiting colors faster than any other tree in the neighborhood. Ororo's garden flourished, and her flowers larger than ever before.
It was like nature was hitting the Institute full force.
Of course it had to do with Fairenth, The Professor had no faltering doubt. But he needed to know WHY. WHY she was unnaturally brought back from the ground, WHY she, a product of so many years past, was laying in front of him, palpitating and alive. And that's why he came to her while she was still insentient. Her mind was at repose in this state, and he could gain admittance to everything she had in her. He closed his eyes gently with remorse. He hated to go into peoples especial lives like this, but this situation was so vital that the professor thought it a necessity.
He slowly raised an ample hand to the girls tan forehead.
As soon as the connection of skin against skin was made, thoughts flew into his mind, sending him into momentary confusion. When it passed, he sorted them out slowly, passing each with respect.
'You have many assets, but none to be made...'.
'Every time an animal dies, I feel their pain, their torture... what is wrong with me?'
'The Pastor says that all that is unnatural is unholy. Am I unnatural? Unholy?'
His forehead creased in discomfort as he heard those self appointed statements of Fairenth. So much pain and rue tagged with them, and all he could hear was her accented voice telling him that she was damned, that she belonged extinct. He squinted his eyes together again, and sorted deeper into the depths of her thoughts. He suddenly came across what he was searching for. A reminiscence.
{{Memory}}
Mother had told her to plant the garden out back, and to stay out of sight from nosy towns people. It had made Fairenth's day, to hear her say that she was allowed out, and to plant the garden too! Someone must be looking down on her today. Her eyes made impact with the sun, even under her heavy bonnet. It was enough to make her forget everything that was ever done to her, just to feel that effulgent heat on her face. She closed her eyes in rapture, and breathed in the salty summer air. With a nebulous smile, she strutted to the devoid garden.
Nothing.
Her smile wavered some as she looked at the blank ground, cleared out by her father last year when the vegetables went rotten. Sticks still existed in it, fallen from the trees above. She bit her lip, and heaved back a sigh. Knowing precisely what to do, as if it was engraved in her memory; in her soul, she stooped to the ground, and let her dress hang all around her in a obscure circle. She would be filthy later, and would have to wait for the depths of the night to wash in the creek, but in her mind it was all justifyed.. She put her hands to the ground gingerly, and her eyes fell into a deeper and brighter shade of white as everything she ever knew to do, kicked in.
As always, she wasn't herself anymore.
In her procedure, she let her very soul recant from her, letting the earth take declare to her body. The essential quality that lived in the dirt, was now also her distillation. The roots that now shook and vibrated gently from underneath them, was also her. She was everything that ever lived and grew once in the soil of the earth, and now the earth highly regarded her, and granted her access. The soil at the garden started to alter oddly, and little vines of growing plants sunk up and out of the earth, twirling and heading for the sun. Flowers grew along the sides, and fresh vegetables grew in the middle, mellow and round. Leaves discharged, and sunflowers stood tall and proud amongst the sides. Lofty of her work, Fairenth let go of the strong correlation, and let her body take suppressant again, as well as her soul.
Her eyes glowed with beautiful happiness as she looked at her masterpiece.
The breeze picked up slowly, and the flowers seemed to lean into the coolness with desire. She closed her eyes it whipped by her, and her bonnet flopped to the side, revealing her beautifully miscellaneous hair. It all swung to the side, and Fairenth let in a long breath, listening to the whispers the wind told her.
Beautiful....
Live on....
Thrive....
She never knew what they meant. She heard allot of undertones, categorizing from the animals to the plants to the wind. Each had a soul, and with it's appreciated soul, Fairenth could feel it. It brought extraordinary comfort to her, and she felt at complete peace as the wind tousled her hair affectionately. She was so lost in it, she failed to notice her mothers not pleased face glowering from behind her. The peace ended when a sharp pain hit the back of her head, sending Fairenth forward to her elbows. She moaned slightly, and then immanently whipped around to see who her attacker was. Her eyes broadened when she saw it was her mother, her eyes afire and mortified. Just as a child would know of the fear that parents brought to them, Fairenth knew it stronger. She winced away as another blow swung low to her head, brutal words cutting the artless silence of the area...
"Work of the devil, I say! Have you no soul at all, child?"
{{end memory}}
The Professor pulled his hand away from her with a sharp admission of breath. His breathing came in short interruptions, and he stared down at the girl. So much pain... he could feel it at such a strong grade that it scared him. Now, with that past pain led a confused state that left the poor child at a higher stress level. He wipped at his forehead, and slowly realized he was nearly sweating bullets. He took out a handkerchief, and swabbed at his forehead, all the while collating things in his mind.
He knew why she was alive. He knew her power. He felt her sensitivity.
She was apart of impulsive nature. Everything that lived on the holy earth recognized her, felt her pain and shared her emotions. She was the abridgment of nature, she virtually was Mother Nature. Or Daughter Nature. Not possessing it, but she still had all the control. Weather reverberated her mood as did Ororo's. Plants told her the secrets of the earth, and animals told her tricks of the trade. She could even feel the intricate designs of human emotion in her mind. She had the greenest thumb of anyone at all, devising things to grow and giving them total life with but a snap of her fingers. But as easily as she could make life, she could take it. If she ever gave even the most naive word to the nature in whole to turn on society, it would be done. The animals would ferment to fight for her respect, and the plants would overtake human race. Weather would storm out, and everything would be a plight.
She could own the planet if she wanted it.
But she didn't. The Professor could feel it, all she wanted was a sense of dominion, a sensation of understanding and expectancy. Fairenth had died by the force of nature, her very art and power. Her soul had been dismissed that day she was drowned, released to live on in all the plants, in all the animals, even in all the humans that walked the earth. But that wasn't enough. She had died by her craft unjustly, and the earth wasn't ready for her.
So it didn't receive her.
A tree grew where her body should have laid, a large gorgeous tree with all the characteristics that Fairenth had. Her body rested in that tree, her life being restored slowly each day with all the efforts of natural life around it. As long as that tree was to stand, her body was to be rejuvenated.
But now in the present, the tree was cut down.
The water life took her body, and kept it safe, conserved. As her soul was scattered in the beginning when she died, it was then being gathered and restored back into the inanimate body. That's why it took so long after the tree went down, the Professor realized ardently. He hung his head with conviction, and shifted through all the information. When her soul was completely flawless, she regained life, and rose above the water to be met by Magneto. It all made perfect sense in his mind now, and he played it over and over as he kept his eyes on her allay body. He shook his head lightly with sharp perception. She wasn't brought back to vindicate her death, or to stop some unheard of cataclysm.
She was brought back to live a life she never got to lead.
Like a virtuous victim, she was brought back from the earth because nature owed it to her.. she was born combined to nature, and nature took her life at her young years. Now nature was bringing her back as a paid due. The Professor was almost brought to tears at the thought of being brought out of the only peace ever felt, because of an imperfect destiny. His face grew taut, and he rubbed his ceased forehead with pain.
He could only conceive what life was going to be like for her.
"Your crying."
A courtly, but simple statement brought him back, and he turned wide eyes to the glowing ones of the injured girl. She was awake, and watching him intently, fear surrounding her every movement. He smiled mildly to her, trying to sedate the fear she had of him.
"No need to worry... but if you are child, let me be the first to say that you are safe here..." he said as he saw her facial cast ease at that, and sighed as she just watched him with tainted eyes. His heart ached and his soul reached out as he saw her eyes start to water up effortlessly, and she hung her head down.
"Safe...." Fairenth spoke inaudibly to herself, and then talked a little louder in her emphasized voice.
"The Pastor says that crying is a weakness, almost an offense, or sin of sorts" she stated, and the Professor cocked his head to the side as he watched her. A slow tear fell from her pearly eyes to the sheet as in slow motion, and he was curious to hear little raindrops on the windowsill outside. He looked to it, and wasn't that shocked to see rain assembling. He turned back to Fairenth who sniffled lightly, turning her eyes to the man in front of her.
"You've committed no sins Fairenth" he spoke in an undertone to her, and more tears fell when that came. She wiped abruptly at them at first, and then let her arms fall the bed with lethargy. He could see marks of fear, sadness, and pure confusion written all over her face as her face scrunched up as more tears flowed a course down her cheek.
"Then what did I do to warrant this pain?" she croaked out, her front finally shattering, and her sobs loud as the Professor watched without a clue. And for the first time in as long as he could remember...
He had no words to comfort her.
Wow. Depressing huh? I needed to convey the real pain she felt to you readers, so you can almost feel it too. Does that make sense? Lol. Probably not. OK. So now everything is layed out. On with the healing and romance and such... this will get a bit angsty, as you can guess, but not by too much. Fairenth was made to be a strong willed charactor, she is just in a tough situation right now, lol. So, chapter 6 will be up soon!!