A/N See, it lives! Er, right. The point is, I haven't abandoned this fic. And guess what? I'm going to answer reviewage! *Non-existant clapping and cheering* So, here goes.
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Thanks to everyone! You guys are great. *hands out chocolate* So, this is Jopari in this chapter.
"The shaman saw a boy even younger than he'd thought, his slim body shivering in a torn linen shirt and his expression exhausted and savage and wary, but alight with a wild curiosity, his eyes wide under the straight black brows, so like his mother's...
And then came just the first flicker of something else to both of them."
Finding of Ways
I had always wanted to be an explorer, even as a child. I had gotten my wish, but after it was granted another yearning started, one that began as soon as my eyes saw his dark ones, when I looked into his small face.
I would teach my son to be an explorer too, I would teach him all that I knew, and then we would go on adventures together, hacking through the jungle or escaping a tornado. It was a foolish yearning, like the ones small children have when they say that they want to be a superhero, or go to the moon. But where children eventually give up, I didn't.
And then the expedition was organized, and I would be doing what I had always wanted to do - research up north, and, more importantly, search for the anomaly. So I had to leave the boy, my son, less than a year old. But even though he wasn't with me, I pretended that he was. I would talk to him like an invisible friend, show him how to do whatever I was doing, imagined his dark solemn eyes staring up at me.
Look at the telescope Will, do you see what Daddy's doing? He's looking at the stars. Now you try it Will...
And despite his young age, he would try, and then gaze at me some more. Oftentimes I wondered if I was going crazy, but I always laughed away the thought. If I was crazy to do this, then I definitely was to believe in the anomaly, in a window to the spirit world. And sometimes I wanted to be crazy.
He would be twelve now. He was last with me in a storm, through a window. Do you know where we are Will? Neither does Daddy. But don't worry. We'll find our way again. And then after that time, he faded away.
Don't worry Will, we'll find our way again.
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