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Chapter seven: The Beginning of What Could Be the End
"No... please... Oliver..." I stumbled back losing my balance startled and scared to see him here. He was so close that he reached over and slipped his hand around my waist. And brought me towards him. I felt him so near to me. My enemy, and one of my dearest friends.
"I'm sorry to startle you but I need your help. I promise I shall do nothing you wish not of me." I looked deep into his eyes judging him if I brought him into this house he would be exposed to Chris. "I am aware of... I know about Chris..."
He knew about Chris. "Chris!" what about...
"I know what your thinking and I'm not sure if he knows as well I escaped from him, listen I can tell you anything and everything you want to know. But not here." I watched his eyes look around uneasily.
I reached over and put my hand on the doorknob or where one would be, and opened the door. I walked him into the hall and shut the door behind him "it's not much but its Poehadkaeh"
"Its what?"
"Poehadkaeh"
"Poe-had-ka-eh?"
"No, Po-kad-eh" said a soft voice. It was Margie holding Chris who started screaming and crying at the sight of me and reached out his strong chubby arms. She walked over to me and placed him in my arms and he stopped crying instantly. "Hey yall I know how to make it stop" she called back
"What" chimed two manly voices walking towards us.
I looked back at Oliver he was just staring at Chris like he had never seen a little kid before. "It means peace in Plutonian. Pluto is the planet under which my native ancestors were created. So we speak the language. Peace is also another name for war and home or love. Depending on how you look at it." He just nodded and it looks like you're about to get interrogated by my dad and Nor. Sorry,"
"Its okay really it can't be all that bad." I just looked at him like he was crazy yea my dad really isn't that bad to family. But that's not what I'm worried about Nor can and will raise hell if provoked and Chris's biological father just showing up some how might spark something. Not to mention he's the same guy that killed his brother/ my husband. However, ever since my dad found out that Chris was my kid he's had it out for the biological dad. Now really what was I thinking he's not gonna get killed he's gonna get murdered tortured hung and mummified the Egyptian way (very painful) then put on a cross and burn till he nothing but ashes!
They had entered the hall by now. Both guys were just glaring there was no mistaking the hair. Both of them had the dark brown messy curly/wavy hair they looked a lot alike except the eyes and skin tone. Chris was the blend of the two of us. There was no mistaking it ad they knew it. "Hi daddy, Nor, Margie this is Oliver.... Oliver Nor and Margie, and I'm sure you know my dad."
Margie said hello before gesturing us into the kitchen. I tried to place Chris back to Margie because I was getting light headed and I needed to look for the amulet. But he just wouldn't allow it. The guys were on a staring contest. I felt bad for Oliver I should have never agreed to this, but his eyes wanted something. Somehow I kept getting the vibe he wanted to sit this through and it was worth the torture for something. (Are guys just that mysterious.) My feet began to hurt and I had been through two blackouts in the last half an hour so when the third came I just let myself glide to the floor holding Chris tight. Margie was down stairs getting the book. This book was my mom's for generations. Albus wasn't quiet sure which spell of potion needed or preciously what was going on. It sounded like he was under a control spell of some kind. However I've never heard of those being done by any body unless they're right up close and even then he would have to drink a potion of some sort. Then again it could also be a transformation abduction type thing but then again they would have had to meet long before now, unless it was done by genetics. But I'll have to write down my options later.
All this hard core options were making me dizzy. I was sitting down thinking it would all go a way but it was only getting worse so I brought my knees up, nothing. It was beginning to get really bad, and I really didn't want to faint in front of them. "Oliver... Nor... Dad" at first I wasn't sure I should involve them dad was the only one who heard me. He came rushing over, and sat down beside me.
"Jade" he sounded so worried like I was dying on him right there and then.
"I'll be okay just hold Chris please." I handed him over to him. Chris screamed in protest. "Sweetie don't cry it's only for a few minutes" I laid my head on the cold ground I jumped at first it was so cold then it started getting cool then it just felt really, really good.
"Jade are you sure you're okay"
"Yes. Don't worry I just don't want to faint holding Chris"
"Faint?"
"Like I said don't worry. I'm alive" I sat there for a long time until it finally went started to get better. But I stayed there not moving until it was completely over even the after feeling. My head really hurt when I started to sit up I looked over at the table Margie was siting there keeping the peace between the two. The book was on the table in front of her. I just stared at it that book scared me and I knew why. Know one else knew escaped Juan and he forbid my to ever open it. He knew of the pain inside. I took Chris from my dads' arms and kissed his forehead then looked at the clock it was eight. I took him in to the nursery and held him he had already taken a bath so I just had to change his nappy and put him in his night cloths and rock him to sleep. The little prince was tired you could see it in his eyes the just drooped. He would always ketch himself though and open his eyes wide. He didn't trust me not leaving him. It was time for the lullaby. If I remembered the door was wide open. I was pretty hesitant at first but I knew it was time. My mom did the same thing when I was little incase she ever had to leave me. It broke my heart to sing it to him it was like a death sentence. Who we are, our people are not loved my others and truly alone in the world. That's why our ancestors started the song so we would always feel safe. I kissed his head sweetly and sang: "Child of water, child of land. Fly trough the pages and arms of our land. We are cursed by are beauty. Angels are we angels trapped in Atlantis. Our city of peace that captured us, Freed by time and strength. All that remains is our ruins. Once lost to mortals but not in our hearts. Listen quietly and you shall hear. The way to our city to protect us all. In death and live follow these words. Follow the stream only the birds grow, Past the man in thought, Dive into the river's riverbed to lose any that fight. Follow the song of our lullaby my darling. To our place of peace, There you will receive wisdom. And see all there is to see. Angels of past protect my sleeping cloud. For tonight dread him not of wicked plans a head"
I placed him down on his bed and walked over to the window and opened it slightly letting some breath from the man in thought to enter the room. It whisked around me and then to him and swirled around his neck and kissed his cheek before resting showing a necklace. A pendent like mine only mine had transformed into an angel. His was still a cloud with wings. I followed the breeze to the window "ancestors I have hidden him all I can. Protect my baby from wicked hands. Do the job I cannot I seek your wisdom. Yet I cannot follow our song I shall open the book to save a soul. I pray in doing such I shall not awake an evil but destroy one for good. Protect my son the future king I shall do my time when I can just I beg you protect his dreams." I closed the window I started to leave then I went over to his crib and peered down into it once more. "Christof Manuel Excaphlonia Wood you now and forever shall have memory of our people and are now apart of all requirements I'm sorry I can no longer protect you but the book is to strong willed and only our ancestors can protect us from its wickedness."
I walked out of his room to see a picture on a table of Juan and me on our wedding day. I was Six months pregnant then. I touched his face as a tear escape my eye. "I'm sorry but I have to. It's my job if don't Chris could die and everything you sacrificed would be in vain. I won't let that happen."
Chapter seven: The Beginning of What Could Be the End
"No... please... Oliver..." I stumbled back losing my balance startled and scared to see him here. He was so close that he reached over and slipped his hand around my waist. And brought me towards him. I felt him so near to me. My enemy, and one of my dearest friends.
"I'm sorry to startle you but I need your help. I promise I shall do nothing you wish not of me." I looked deep into his eyes judging him if I brought him into this house he would be exposed to Chris. "I am aware of... I know about Chris..."
He knew about Chris. "Chris!" what about...
"I know what your thinking and I'm not sure if he knows as well I escaped from him, listen I can tell you anything and everything you want to know. But not here." I watched his eyes look around uneasily.
I reached over and put my hand on the doorknob or where one would be, and opened the door. I walked him into the hall and shut the door behind him "it's not much but its Poehadkaeh"
"Its what?"
"Poehadkaeh"
"Poe-had-ka-eh?"
"No, Po-kad-eh" said a soft voice. It was Margie holding Chris who started screaming and crying at the sight of me and reached out his strong chubby arms. She walked over to me and placed him in my arms and he stopped crying instantly. "Hey yall I know how to make it stop" she called back
"What" chimed two manly voices walking towards us.
I looked back at Oliver he was just staring at Chris like he had never seen a little kid before. "It means peace in Plutonian. Pluto is the planet under which my native ancestors were created. So we speak the language. Peace is also another name for war and home or love. Depending on how you look at it." He just nodded and it looks like you're about to get interrogated by my dad and Nor. Sorry,"
"Its okay really it can't be all that bad." I just looked at him like he was crazy yea my dad really isn't that bad to family. But that's not what I'm worried about Nor can and will raise hell if provoked and Chris's biological father just showing up some how might spark something. Not to mention he's the same guy that killed his brother/ my husband. However, ever since my dad found out that Chris was my kid he's had it out for the biological dad. Now really what was I thinking he's not gonna get killed he's gonna get murdered tortured hung and mummified the Egyptian way (very painful) then put on a cross and burn till he nothing but ashes!
They had entered the hall by now. Both guys were just glaring there was no mistaking the hair. Both of them had the dark brown messy curly/wavy hair they looked a lot alike except the eyes and skin tone. Chris was the blend of the two of us. There was no mistaking it ad they knew it. "Hi daddy, Nor, Margie this is Oliver.... Oliver Nor and Margie, and I'm sure you know my dad."
Margie said hello before gesturing us into the kitchen. I tried to place Chris back to Margie because I was getting light headed and I needed to look for the amulet. But he just wouldn't allow it. The guys were on a staring contest. I felt bad for Oliver I should have never agreed to this, but his eyes wanted something. Somehow I kept getting the vibe he wanted to sit this through and it was worth the torture for something. (Are guys just that mysterious.) My feet began to hurt and I had been through two blackouts in the last half an hour so when the third came I just let myself glide to the floor holding Chris tight. Margie was down stairs getting the book. This book was my mom's for generations. Albus wasn't quiet sure which spell of potion needed or preciously what was going on. It sounded like he was under a control spell of some kind. However I've never heard of those being done by any body unless they're right up close and even then he would have to drink a potion of some sort. Then again it could also be a transformation abduction type thing but then again they would have had to meet long before now, unless it was done by genetics. But I'll have to write down my options later.
All this hard core options were making me dizzy. I was sitting down thinking it would all go a way but it was only getting worse so I brought my knees up, nothing. It was beginning to get really bad, and I really didn't want to faint in front of them. "Oliver... Nor... Dad" at first I wasn't sure I should involve them dad was the only one who heard me. He came rushing over, and sat down beside me.
"Jade" he sounded so worried like I was dying on him right there and then.
"I'll be okay just hold Chris please." I handed him over to him. Chris screamed in protest. "Sweetie don't cry it's only for a few minutes" I laid my head on the cold ground I jumped at first it was so cold then it started getting cool then it just felt really, really good.
"Jade are you sure you're okay"
"Yes. Don't worry I just don't want to faint holding Chris"
"Faint?"
"Like I said don't worry. I'm alive" I sat there for a long time until it finally went started to get better. But I stayed there not moving until it was completely over even the after feeling. My head really hurt when I started to sit up I looked over at the table Margie was siting there keeping the peace between the two. The book was on the table in front of her. I just stared at it that book scared me and I knew why. Know one else knew escaped Juan and he forbid my to ever open it. He knew of the pain inside. I took Chris from my dads' arms and kissed his forehead then looked at the clock it was eight. I took him in to the nursery and held him he had already taken a bath so I just had to change his nappy and put him in his night cloths and rock him to sleep. The little prince was tired you could see it in his eyes the just drooped. He would always ketch himself though and open his eyes wide. He didn't trust me not leaving him. It was time for the lullaby. If I remembered the door was wide open. I was pretty hesitant at first but I knew it was time. My mom did the same thing when I was little incase she ever had to leave me. It broke my heart to sing it to him it was like a death sentence. Who we are, our people are not loved my others and truly alone in the world. That's why our ancestors started the song so we would always feel safe. I kissed his head sweetly and sang: "Child of water, child of land. Fly trough the pages and arms of our land. We are cursed by are beauty. Angels are we angels trapped in Atlantis. Our city of peace that captured us, Freed by time and strength. All that remains is our ruins. Once lost to mortals but not in our hearts. Listen quietly and you shall hear. The way to our city to protect us all. In death and live follow these words. Follow the stream only the birds grow, Past the man in thought, Dive into the river's riverbed to lose any that fight. Follow the song of our lullaby my darling. To our place of peace, There you will receive wisdom. And see all there is to see. Angels of past protect my sleeping cloud. For tonight dread him not of wicked plans a head"
I placed him down on his bed and walked over to the window and opened it slightly letting some breath from the man in thought to enter the room. It whisked around me and then to him and swirled around his neck and kissed his cheek before resting showing a necklace. A pendent like mine only mine had transformed into an angel. His was still a cloud with wings. I followed the breeze to the window "ancestors I have hidden him all I can. Protect my baby from wicked hands. Do the job I cannot I seek your wisdom. Yet I cannot follow our song I shall open the book to save a soul. I pray in doing such I shall not awake an evil but destroy one for good. Protect my son the future king I shall do my time when I can just I beg you protect his dreams." I closed the window I started to leave then I went over to his crib and peered down into it once more. "Christof Manuel Excaphlonia Wood you now and forever shall have memory of our people and are now apart of all requirements I'm sorry I can no longer protect you but the book is to strong willed and only our ancestors can protect us from its wickedness."
I walked out of his room to see a picture on a table of Juan and me on our wedding day. I was Six months pregnant then. I touched his face as a tear escape my eye. "I'm sorry but I have to. It's my job if don't Chris could die and everything you sacrificed would be in vain. I won't let that happen."