(A/N: REALLY sorry about the lack of updates. It's not that I've forgotten
this fic, just that I've been distracted by another brain wave on the
Dragon Knights front. I actually got stuck on this chapter for the longest
time, then suddenly wrote most of this last night. I hope you like it.)
Kat: Thanks for your review and your ramblings over AIM. And the
meat...Zoma thought you would like it.
Ed: Ooh! I love it when they do that! All nice and happy and funny... then
it gets darker... and darker...*evil cackling laughter*
Midii Une: *laughs like the mad person which she is*Oooh! Fireworks!
Jaid Skywalker: *points at Barnes and Nobles and laughs* Hah! I go to
Waldenbooks!
Hmm. Rats. I don't have a rat. I have a dog. She's supposed to kill the
rats, but she doesn't. Chases the pigeons instead.*watches as dog takes
off like a shot after stupid birds trying to steal her dog food and promptly
smashes into a screen door* Eh...*sweatdrop*
Claire: Glad you like it. ^^ And thanks for the joy!
Daemaethor: I'm trying to get a shout out to you, but don't know which of
my stories you are reading. So I put up a message on both of them.
Pretty much what I wanted to say was thanks! ^^
***
November 20, Minas Tirith/Mirkwood
The disappearing sun vanished from sight, in it's stead rising a small
waning silver moon, a minute and fine crescent, almost completely
swallowed up by it's black surroundings.
It cast a silvery shimmer over the mountains and fields, casting away
shadows and driving away fears.
As the moon rose steadily into the sky numerous stars also peeked out of
the night, their multitude adding to the already bright silver glow in the
early night sky.
If one was to stand on that curved bow of the moon, surrounded by the
celestial beings of the night and looking down upon the land far below, all
would be still.
It was as if a spell had been cast over the land, a vast sleeping cloak
enveloping all it touched and turning the busy land of the day into the
peaceful vision which was shown to the night.
Then, admidst the calm and quiet, a tiny flicker of movement in a vast
white city caught the attention of the night.
A figure was awake, walking about in the dark, ignoring the spell of sleep
that had been conjured and set over the land on which he tread.
***
Like an illusion slow to fade from the dream in which it was roused, Trowa
paced back and forth, unaware of the watching eyes of the night and far
from the prying eyes of the day.
Although he would vehemently deny it, one might say he was hiding.
He was, at any rate, away from the warmth of his home and bed.
Whether this qualified as hiding or not was up to the viewer to decide.
And the dark was inconsistent with it's portrayal of the people who loved
it and lived in it.
They were portrayed one moment as a devious villain, planning evil under
the obscuring cloak of the night, the next as a harmless character, a
helpful watcher of the stars.
The same was true for the way it saw and showed the young man
standing in it's midst.
The shadows first threw into relief the angles of his face, making it seem
even more downtrodden and sunken than it was normally, only to
abandon that position and create for him a cape of invisibility the next,
securely hiding him away beneath the warm and welcoming arms of the
starlit night.
The dancing shadows and creatures of dark, however, could not stifle or
distort his voice.
Quiet almost to the point of nonexistence, Trowa spoke, his whisper
magnified and echoing in the stillness surrounding him.
"I don't--"
He stopped, realizing the volume of his words.
He had forgotten the intensity with which a solitary man could speak.
Forgotten that when no others spoke, a single voice could wake
thousands from the restful sleep bestowed upon them by the hard work
of day.
Forgotten that he had no wish for that to happen.
He spoke once again, his voice lowered even further. So low that the
murmurs of the stars secure and snug in their constellation homes almost
drowned him out with their ceaseless chatter.
But the shadows heard and the night heard.
"I don't want to be here."
It was no more than a single pain-filled drop in a rainstorm, no more than
an abandoned grain of sand on an infinitely large desert.
But it was spoken.
Once words leave the mouth of the speaker, they cannot be snatched
back, quieted and calmed. They are free to go upon their way, regardless
of the havoc that they may bring.
Regardless of the havoc that words left unspoken may in turn unleash.
And so it was.
He had spoken; had whispered into the deafening still of the night the
words echoing in his mind.
He had voiced his wish, a desperate lonely wish.
He had spoken, and the havoc followed.
***
In a land far from where a young soldier of Gondor roamed aimlessly, a
girl stirred.
The stars over her home craned their heads, trying desperately to see
past the leafy trees obscuring their vision and through the roof over her
head to the figure lying in bed.
She blinked her eyes open, two large blue orbs, as gray as the sky at
dusk or the clouds before a downpour.
Her hair fell down around her shoulders as she lay in her large bed,
surrounded by sheets appearing as a dull white to the mask of night.
The shadows in her room whispered these details to the stars above and
to their mistress of peaceful dark in a rustling language she did not
understand or recognize.
Trying unsuccessfully to shake off the remnants of sleep and keep a hold
on an evasive dream just out of her reach, she brushed a strand of
blonde hair out of her face, it's fingers falling down to trail past a pointed
elven ear before falling soundlessly onto her pillow.
Soundlessly...
As suddenly as the power of sleep over took her once again, gently
lurring her conscious mind off to a land of unknown powers and rulers,
she abrubtly remembered.
She remembered it all.
Her dream, the voice, the boy.
With her last breath before closing her eyes for the last time until the sun
was once again ruling over it's domain of the day, Midii spoke.
She voiced a name, it's final syllable barely leaving the caress of her lips
before her eyes slid shut and her breathing slowed.
The name of the boy from her dream.
She spoke.
And she smiled.
And the shadows whispered their news to the watchful eyes of the
brightly lit heavens.
And then, when the girl was fast asleep in a deep and dreamless daze,
and the last shining star had been informed of what had happened, the
shadows hidden away in the corners of the world laughed to themselves.
For they had received word from the greater powers in this life, powers
who were even more hidden than the watchful eyes of the dark; powers
who were pulling on the loosely tied strings of fate and chance, letting
mischief roam about as it wished, if just for one night.
And so, with one dream and the spoken word, havoc was unleashed.
***
The moon slipped behind a cloud, the watchful eyes of the stars were
obscured for a moment by a light gray mass slowly drifting by. When the
cloud had disappeared and the night shone through once again, all was
still on the land far below.
No boy walked in the dark.
No girl stirred in her sleep.
All was still.
And Havoc, although having been released into the relative calm of the
lives of two young people and all who knew them, was taking it's time.
It was in no hurry.
And the night saw.
And the shadows laughed.
***
There!
¡Finé!
Review, please?*puppy eyes*
this fic, just that I've been distracted by another brain wave on the
Dragon Knights front. I actually got stuck on this chapter for the longest
time, then suddenly wrote most of this last night. I hope you like it.)
Kat: Thanks for your review and your ramblings over AIM. And the
meat...Zoma thought you would like it.
Ed: Ooh! I love it when they do that! All nice and happy and funny... then
it gets darker... and darker...*evil cackling laughter*
Midii Une: *laughs like the mad person which she is*Oooh! Fireworks!
Jaid Skywalker: *points at Barnes and Nobles and laughs* Hah! I go to
Waldenbooks!
Hmm. Rats. I don't have a rat. I have a dog. She's supposed to kill the
rats, but she doesn't. Chases the pigeons instead.*watches as dog takes
off like a shot after stupid birds trying to steal her dog food and promptly
smashes into a screen door* Eh...*sweatdrop*
Claire: Glad you like it. ^^ And thanks for the joy!
Daemaethor: I'm trying to get a shout out to you, but don't know which of
my stories you are reading. So I put up a message on both of them.
Pretty much what I wanted to say was thanks! ^^
***
November 20, Minas Tirith/Mirkwood
The disappearing sun vanished from sight, in it's stead rising a small
waning silver moon, a minute and fine crescent, almost completely
swallowed up by it's black surroundings.
It cast a silvery shimmer over the mountains and fields, casting away
shadows and driving away fears.
As the moon rose steadily into the sky numerous stars also peeked out of
the night, their multitude adding to the already bright silver glow in the
early night sky.
If one was to stand on that curved bow of the moon, surrounded by the
celestial beings of the night and looking down upon the land far below, all
would be still.
It was as if a spell had been cast over the land, a vast sleeping cloak
enveloping all it touched and turning the busy land of the day into the
peaceful vision which was shown to the night.
Then, admidst the calm and quiet, a tiny flicker of movement in a vast
white city caught the attention of the night.
A figure was awake, walking about in the dark, ignoring the spell of sleep
that had been conjured and set over the land on which he tread.
***
Like an illusion slow to fade from the dream in which it was roused, Trowa
paced back and forth, unaware of the watching eyes of the night and far
from the prying eyes of the day.
Although he would vehemently deny it, one might say he was hiding.
He was, at any rate, away from the warmth of his home and bed.
Whether this qualified as hiding or not was up to the viewer to decide.
And the dark was inconsistent with it's portrayal of the people who loved
it and lived in it.
They were portrayed one moment as a devious villain, planning evil under
the obscuring cloak of the night, the next as a harmless character, a
helpful watcher of the stars.
The same was true for the way it saw and showed the young man
standing in it's midst.
The shadows first threw into relief the angles of his face, making it seem
even more downtrodden and sunken than it was normally, only to
abandon that position and create for him a cape of invisibility the next,
securely hiding him away beneath the warm and welcoming arms of the
starlit night.
The dancing shadows and creatures of dark, however, could not stifle or
distort his voice.
Quiet almost to the point of nonexistence, Trowa spoke, his whisper
magnified and echoing in the stillness surrounding him.
"I don't--"
He stopped, realizing the volume of his words.
He had forgotten the intensity with which a solitary man could speak.
Forgotten that when no others spoke, a single voice could wake
thousands from the restful sleep bestowed upon them by the hard work
of day.
Forgotten that he had no wish for that to happen.
He spoke once again, his voice lowered even further. So low that the
murmurs of the stars secure and snug in their constellation homes almost
drowned him out with their ceaseless chatter.
But the shadows heard and the night heard.
"I don't want to be here."
It was no more than a single pain-filled drop in a rainstorm, no more than
an abandoned grain of sand on an infinitely large desert.
But it was spoken.
Once words leave the mouth of the speaker, they cannot be snatched
back, quieted and calmed. They are free to go upon their way, regardless
of the havoc that they may bring.
Regardless of the havoc that words left unspoken may in turn unleash.
And so it was.
He had spoken; had whispered into the deafening still of the night the
words echoing in his mind.
He had voiced his wish, a desperate lonely wish.
He had spoken, and the havoc followed.
***
In a land far from where a young soldier of Gondor roamed aimlessly, a
girl stirred.
The stars over her home craned their heads, trying desperately to see
past the leafy trees obscuring their vision and through the roof over her
head to the figure lying in bed.
She blinked her eyes open, two large blue orbs, as gray as the sky at
dusk or the clouds before a downpour.
Her hair fell down around her shoulders as she lay in her large bed,
surrounded by sheets appearing as a dull white to the mask of night.
The shadows in her room whispered these details to the stars above and
to their mistress of peaceful dark in a rustling language she did not
understand or recognize.
Trying unsuccessfully to shake off the remnants of sleep and keep a hold
on an evasive dream just out of her reach, she brushed a strand of
blonde hair out of her face, it's fingers falling down to trail past a pointed
elven ear before falling soundlessly onto her pillow.
Soundlessly...
As suddenly as the power of sleep over took her once again, gently
lurring her conscious mind off to a land of unknown powers and rulers,
she abrubtly remembered.
She remembered it all.
Her dream, the voice, the boy.
With her last breath before closing her eyes for the last time until the sun
was once again ruling over it's domain of the day, Midii spoke.
She voiced a name, it's final syllable barely leaving the caress of her lips
before her eyes slid shut and her breathing slowed.
The name of the boy from her dream.
She spoke.
And she smiled.
And the shadows whispered their news to the watchful eyes of the
brightly lit heavens.
And then, when the girl was fast asleep in a deep and dreamless daze,
and the last shining star had been informed of what had happened, the
shadows hidden away in the corners of the world laughed to themselves.
For they had received word from the greater powers in this life, powers
who were even more hidden than the watchful eyes of the dark; powers
who were pulling on the loosely tied strings of fate and chance, letting
mischief roam about as it wished, if just for one night.
And so, with one dream and the spoken word, havoc was unleashed.
***
The moon slipped behind a cloud, the watchful eyes of the stars were
obscured for a moment by a light gray mass slowly drifting by. When the
cloud had disappeared and the night shone through once again, all was
still on the land far below.
No boy walked in the dark.
No girl stirred in her sleep.
All was still.
And Havoc, although having been released into the relative calm of the
lives of two young people and all who knew them, was taking it's time.
It was in no hurry.
And the night saw.
And the shadows laughed.
***
There!
¡Finé!
Review, please?*puppy eyes*