Chapter 6- Facing the Past
Nanya snapped her fingers to turn on her lights and let out a high pitched scream. Quick as lightning a dark skinned hand was over her mouth and muffling her scream. She heard the door click shut behind her and the hand removed itself from her mouth.
"M-mom, Dad- wha- how, why are you here? How are you here?" asked Nanya in shock.
"You should really listen to Naku and your brother when they speak. We're gods Nanya," replied her mother. Nanya looked at Naku who was laying down on her bed watching the three.
"Why are you here then?" asked Nanya.
"We're here to give you a warning, my daughter. Stay away from Ozorne. He may seem kind and charming when he starts talking to you, but he'll only use you," said her father.
"I'm not stupid!" said Nanya. "Only a fool would not see past his fake exterior, besides, I've read these books."
"But Nanya, you being here changes the way things will happen," said her mother. "Numair Salmalin has begun to develop feelings for you, just as Dirk has developed feelings for Daine. That changes the fact that Daine and Numair will get together. You'll need to trust your instincts more than your knowledge now."
There was a banging on Nanya's door.
"Nanya!" it was Numair. "We heard you scream, are you okay? Open up!"
Nanya's father went over and opened the door.
"Hello Master Salmalin," he said.
"M-mithros!" gasped Numair. "Arneith?"
He then bowed low, this caused Dirk's curiosity to peak up and he looked in the room.
"Mr. and Mrs. Frewing- I thought you were dead!" said Dirk looking at them in shock. "But then again, I thought that Josh was dead too, so call me stupid."
"You fool, you do not speak to gods like that!" snapped Duke Martin at Dirk.
Dirk looked confused for a moment, then a look of donning appeared on his face.
"We should've listened to Naks and Josh?" he asked looking at Nanya's dad who'll I'll now call Mithros.
"Yes Dirkham Talsman," replied Nanya's Mom who I'll now call Arneith. "Gods and Flamers are not fools. Actually, ignore that, most gods aren't fools. Gambler can be at times."
"We don't really care whether or not you call us Mithros and Arneith anyways. You've grown up calling us Mr. or Mrs. F, so I don't hold it against you," said Mithros with a shrug. "We have to go. Nanya, remember what we told you. Don't judge using your knowledge, judge using your instincts. From what I remember of you as a child, you have good ones."
The two gods snapped their fingers and then they were gone. Nanya stared at the spot where they had once stood for five minutes. She then realized everyone was looking at her. She smiled half heartedly.
"Er- night all. I have some serious thinking to do."
With that she shut her door with a snap and looked at Naku.
"Naku, I'm afraid. For the first time since I got this scar," she touched her neck, "I'm afraid."
Naku smiled at her.
"It's good to be afraid, Nanya. It just goes to prove that you're human. I was beginning to think you were never unsure or confused. Even your parents were scared. I remember what they were like when they found out you were here. They were terrified for your safety, and for Thayet's. They weren't sure what would happen when the two of you met," Naku sat up to make room for Nanya on the edge of the bed. When she sat down he nuzzled her with his nose. "Like they said, you have good instincts. All you need to do is learn when to use them."
Nanya buried her face in her hands, remembering.
She was five years old. She had just gotten home from a sleep over and was anxious to see her Mom and Dad again.
"Mommy!" she called. No one answered. "Daddy? Joshwa?!"
Still no answer. This worried her. Mommy and Daddy were always at the door to meet her. She ran up the steps to the second floor. She went to her Mom and Dad's room, knocked once then entered. She saw her parent in bed. That was funny, it was already ten in the morning. Daddy was usually up and about by this time.
"Momm- No!" She had turned her Mom over. The woman's face was drained of all color. There was a bit of blood coming out of the corner of her mouth. Her throat had been slit. The girl looked at her dad. The same thing had happened here. She jumped of the bed and ran out of the door and to the room that she shared with Josh.
"Joshwa, Joshwa!" she cried running to the room. When she entered, she saw her brother on the floor. There was a knife sticking out of his chest. The girl felt so alone as she backed up to the wall and sat down, sobbing into her hands. If she would have looked up, she would have noticed the shattered window, but she didn't care. Her family was dead, and she was the one who had found them.
An hour later, Carn Haver and her mother arrived at the Frewing residence for a play date. They found a sobbing girl sitting in her room, the only living thing in the house.
Nanya began sobbing uncontrollably into Naku's fur. Seeing her parents again had brought back those horrible memories. Why did they have to do this to her!?
They didn't want to, argued a tiny voice, the voice of reason in Nanya's head. They didn't know that coming here would bring back that horrible memory.
But they were the ones who died, argued the less reasonable part of Nanya's head. The part that wanted to blame something for the death of her family. If they hadn't of died, I wouldn't be here, they would still be alive, and I wouldn't be remembering. I wouldn't have been stuck here!
You wouldn't have met Thayet.
That was true. She sat up and dried off her eyes.
"Sorry," she said to Naku. The Flamer just smiled at her.
"I know it has to be hard Nanya, I just wish I could help you," he said.
"There is a way, just be my friend. That will help me. That's the only way I got over the deaths of my family in the first place. My friends stayed with me through thick and thin."
"I'll always be your friend. Good night, Nanya."
"G'night Naks."
Nanya turned out the lights and fell into a deep, uneasy sleep full of haunting dreams and memories. READ AND REVIEW, READ AND REVIEW, PLEASE READ AND REVIEW, PLEASE READ AND REVIEW. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM AND IDEAS GREATLY APPRECIATED!
Nanya snapped her fingers to turn on her lights and let out a high pitched scream. Quick as lightning a dark skinned hand was over her mouth and muffling her scream. She heard the door click shut behind her and the hand removed itself from her mouth.
"M-mom, Dad- wha- how, why are you here? How are you here?" asked Nanya in shock.
"You should really listen to Naku and your brother when they speak. We're gods Nanya," replied her mother. Nanya looked at Naku who was laying down on her bed watching the three.
"Why are you here then?" asked Nanya.
"We're here to give you a warning, my daughter. Stay away from Ozorne. He may seem kind and charming when he starts talking to you, but he'll only use you," said her father.
"I'm not stupid!" said Nanya. "Only a fool would not see past his fake exterior, besides, I've read these books."
"But Nanya, you being here changes the way things will happen," said her mother. "Numair Salmalin has begun to develop feelings for you, just as Dirk has developed feelings for Daine. That changes the fact that Daine and Numair will get together. You'll need to trust your instincts more than your knowledge now."
There was a banging on Nanya's door.
"Nanya!" it was Numair. "We heard you scream, are you okay? Open up!"
Nanya's father went over and opened the door.
"Hello Master Salmalin," he said.
"M-mithros!" gasped Numair. "Arneith?"
He then bowed low, this caused Dirk's curiosity to peak up and he looked in the room.
"Mr. and Mrs. Frewing- I thought you were dead!" said Dirk looking at them in shock. "But then again, I thought that Josh was dead too, so call me stupid."
"You fool, you do not speak to gods like that!" snapped Duke Martin at Dirk.
Dirk looked confused for a moment, then a look of donning appeared on his face.
"We should've listened to Naks and Josh?" he asked looking at Nanya's dad who'll I'll now call Mithros.
"Yes Dirkham Talsman," replied Nanya's Mom who I'll now call Arneith. "Gods and Flamers are not fools. Actually, ignore that, most gods aren't fools. Gambler can be at times."
"We don't really care whether or not you call us Mithros and Arneith anyways. You've grown up calling us Mr. or Mrs. F, so I don't hold it against you," said Mithros with a shrug. "We have to go. Nanya, remember what we told you. Don't judge using your knowledge, judge using your instincts. From what I remember of you as a child, you have good ones."
The two gods snapped their fingers and then they were gone. Nanya stared at the spot where they had once stood for five minutes. She then realized everyone was looking at her. She smiled half heartedly.
"Er- night all. I have some serious thinking to do."
With that she shut her door with a snap and looked at Naku.
"Naku, I'm afraid. For the first time since I got this scar," she touched her neck, "I'm afraid."
Naku smiled at her.
"It's good to be afraid, Nanya. It just goes to prove that you're human. I was beginning to think you were never unsure or confused. Even your parents were scared. I remember what they were like when they found out you were here. They were terrified for your safety, and for Thayet's. They weren't sure what would happen when the two of you met," Naku sat up to make room for Nanya on the edge of the bed. When she sat down he nuzzled her with his nose. "Like they said, you have good instincts. All you need to do is learn when to use them."
Nanya buried her face in her hands, remembering.
She was five years old. She had just gotten home from a sleep over and was anxious to see her Mom and Dad again.
"Mommy!" she called. No one answered. "Daddy? Joshwa?!"
Still no answer. This worried her. Mommy and Daddy were always at the door to meet her. She ran up the steps to the second floor. She went to her Mom and Dad's room, knocked once then entered. She saw her parent in bed. That was funny, it was already ten in the morning. Daddy was usually up and about by this time.
"Momm- No!" She had turned her Mom over. The woman's face was drained of all color. There was a bit of blood coming out of the corner of her mouth. Her throat had been slit. The girl looked at her dad. The same thing had happened here. She jumped of the bed and ran out of the door and to the room that she shared with Josh.
"Joshwa, Joshwa!" she cried running to the room. When she entered, she saw her brother on the floor. There was a knife sticking out of his chest. The girl felt so alone as she backed up to the wall and sat down, sobbing into her hands. If she would have looked up, she would have noticed the shattered window, but she didn't care. Her family was dead, and she was the one who had found them.
An hour later, Carn Haver and her mother arrived at the Frewing residence for a play date. They found a sobbing girl sitting in her room, the only living thing in the house.
Nanya began sobbing uncontrollably into Naku's fur. Seeing her parents again had brought back those horrible memories. Why did they have to do this to her!?
They didn't want to, argued a tiny voice, the voice of reason in Nanya's head. They didn't know that coming here would bring back that horrible memory.
But they were the ones who died, argued the less reasonable part of Nanya's head. The part that wanted to blame something for the death of her family. If they hadn't of died, I wouldn't be here, they would still be alive, and I wouldn't be remembering. I wouldn't have been stuck here!
You wouldn't have met Thayet.
That was true. She sat up and dried off her eyes.
"Sorry," she said to Naku. The Flamer just smiled at her.
"I know it has to be hard Nanya, I just wish I could help you," he said.
"There is a way, just be my friend. That will help me. That's the only way I got over the deaths of my family in the first place. My friends stayed with me through thick and thin."
"I'll always be your friend. Good night, Nanya."
"G'night Naks."
Nanya turned out the lights and fell into a deep, uneasy sleep full of haunting dreams and memories. READ AND REVIEW, READ AND REVIEW, PLEASE READ AND REVIEW, PLEASE READ AND REVIEW. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM AND IDEAS GREATLY APPRECIATED!