Author: Linda Eastman
Title: Rite of passage
Disclaimer: White or all the others mentioned in this lil fic don't belong to me!
Summary: White reflects upon his childhood, and the moment when he realised he was no longer an ordinary human.
AN: A huge thnx to Sorrow for her Beta-reading!! Thnx!
Rating: General
Rite of passage
I was once a normal kid. I used to go to playgrounds when I was little - me and CJ. It was like heaven. We never saw our father much, hell when I was two I didn't even know I had a father. I never saw him. It was just CJ, my mum, and me.
And then all of a sudden my little happy world came to an end. I arrived home from the grocery store one day to find that my mum and CJ had disappeared. I searched everywhere, even under all the stones in the garden! But when I came back into the house I saw my father standing in the centre of the lounge. He scared me. With one simple hand signal from him, I followed him as if I were a dog. I was terrified, this man was a total stranger to me.
Years passed and I changed. I still thought about my mum, even though I knew by now that she was dead. I saw CJ a few days after they dragged me to this strange smelling building. We were locked up at night in a tiny grey room. It was very different to my room at home. There were no toys to play with, not even a ball. But soon enough I learned that I wasn't there to play. All that mattered was the hieroglyphic-like symbols we had to learn, the military training they gave us.
I was a quick learner, unlike CJ who could never get anything right. Not that he cared anyway. He missed mum. I did too only I didn't showed it to them. I'd always been the stronger one. Knowing that I had to keep up appearances, no matter how scared I was, made it easier for me. And somewhere in those months I lost CJ and began to think as a Familiar. The person I've always been - a fact my mother tried to hide. From me, my father, and the Cult.
Then the initiation came closer and closer. I wasn't nervous, I knew that I would survive! A cloaked figure banged the gong and the assembly of Familiars kneeled. I looked at CJ, his eyes were empty. They did not reveal even the slightest sign of fear, but I knew he was terrified. The Priestess dipped the dagger's handle in snake blood as I remove my sleeve. She pressed it onto my forearm.
"Kan'dara mo'ss re'kali."
The words came out my mouth with pride! I held up my arm, displaying the branding to the assembled crowd. Then the Priestess dipped the dagger's handle in snake blood once more and turned to CJ. His body tensed as she pushed the handle onto his forearm.
"Kan'dara mo'ss re'kali." He whispers.
They were not the words of a Familiar. Those words came out of his mouth as if he hated them. He should have felt proud of being a Familiar, but NO the poor boy wanted him mummy! It was pathetic and I was sure he'd die! There was no room for him - or for ordinary people!
Two hours after CJ slipped into a coma I started to feel dizzy. I fought against if for a while although I knew it was useless. I looked at CJ one more time, not expecting to see him once I awoke.
Fe'nos tol!
Title: Rite of passage
Disclaimer: White or all the others mentioned in this lil fic don't belong to me!
Summary: White reflects upon his childhood, and the moment when he realised he was no longer an ordinary human.
AN: A huge thnx to Sorrow for her Beta-reading!! Thnx!
Rating: General
Rite of passage
I was once a normal kid. I used to go to playgrounds when I was little - me and CJ. It was like heaven. We never saw our father much, hell when I was two I didn't even know I had a father. I never saw him. It was just CJ, my mum, and me.
And then all of a sudden my little happy world came to an end. I arrived home from the grocery store one day to find that my mum and CJ had disappeared. I searched everywhere, even under all the stones in the garden! But when I came back into the house I saw my father standing in the centre of the lounge. He scared me. With one simple hand signal from him, I followed him as if I were a dog. I was terrified, this man was a total stranger to me.
Years passed and I changed. I still thought about my mum, even though I knew by now that she was dead. I saw CJ a few days after they dragged me to this strange smelling building. We were locked up at night in a tiny grey room. It was very different to my room at home. There were no toys to play with, not even a ball. But soon enough I learned that I wasn't there to play. All that mattered was the hieroglyphic-like symbols we had to learn, the military training they gave us.
I was a quick learner, unlike CJ who could never get anything right. Not that he cared anyway. He missed mum. I did too only I didn't showed it to them. I'd always been the stronger one. Knowing that I had to keep up appearances, no matter how scared I was, made it easier for me. And somewhere in those months I lost CJ and began to think as a Familiar. The person I've always been - a fact my mother tried to hide. From me, my father, and the Cult.
Then the initiation came closer and closer. I wasn't nervous, I knew that I would survive! A cloaked figure banged the gong and the assembly of Familiars kneeled. I looked at CJ, his eyes were empty. They did not reveal even the slightest sign of fear, but I knew he was terrified. The Priestess dipped the dagger's handle in snake blood as I remove my sleeve. She pressed it onto my forearm.
"Kan'dara mo'ss re'kali."
The words came out my mouth with pride! I held up my arm, displaying the branding to the assembled crowd. Then the Priestess dipped the dagger's handle in snake blood once more and turned to CJ. His body tensed as she pushed the handle onto his forearm.
"Kan'dara mo'ss re'kali." He whispers.
They were not the words of a Familiar. Those words came out of his mouth as if he hated them. He should have felt proud of being a Familiar, but NO the poor boy wanted him mummy! It was pathetic and I was sure he'd die! There was no room for him - or for ordinary people!
Two hours after CJ slipped into a coma I started to feel dizzy. I fought against if for a while although I knew it was useless. I looked at CJ one more time, not expecting to see him once I awoke.
Fe'nos tol!