Silver Angel: Well people, it took awhile, but Chapter 5 of Twin Souls is
finally up! Many apologies for the delay. I had most of the chapter
written up, and then writers block leapt up and hit me over the head.
Thanks to: Butterfly-fire, Jesse Matsuda, T.M., Sakura Kuonji, and shadow_of_the_mind for their reviews!
A last note before we begin: this chapter starts out as a dream sequence. I can't use italics, so it's signified by ~ ~ ~ ~ marks.
Chapter 5: A Reflected Soul
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A young teen with blond hair stood huddled in a darkened corner, shaking with a mixture of fear and exhaustion. "I - I didn't try to hurt him," he mumbled. His eyes were glazed in shock as he attempted to block out the world around him, and him himself in the wall.
Strands of gold fell into his face, but he made to move to brush the hair away; barely noticing them in fact, and choosing to keep his arms tightly wrapped around his pulled up knees. Another shiver ran through him, and he bit his lower lip hard, trying to push back the emotions that were running rampant through his heart and mind.
The metallic taste of blood touched hi tongue, and his mouth twisted in a grimace of distaste. Blood. Horrifying images flashed by his mind's eye. A mahogany haired young man who challenged him out of jealousy to a duel, shouting that if he was as powerful as the elders made him out to be, than he would be able to beat him easily.
Though normally the fight would have been evenly matched, he had unconsciously found himself able to draw on a strange power, which had leapt uncontrollably at the other young man, causing his own attack to be thrown backward at him. That same teen who was huddling frozen against the wall now, had watched in horror as blades of hardened air had ripped bloody gashes all over his challenger's skin.
He wasn't a fighter; was unprepared for the fury with which his power had reflected the attack. And his challenger had suffered the price for his own inexperience - had ended up on the floor, small rivulets of blood flowing from myriad wounds across his body while the blond haired teen could only stare ahead in shock at the sight before him.
Tremors continued to fill his body, yet he found himself unable to cry. All he could do was stare blankly ahead as he relieved all the events that had occurred in vivid, terrifying detail. 'Why?' he wondered. 'I didn't want this to happen! It shouldn't have happened! I should have been able to stop it!'
A warm hand placed on his shoulder partially drew him out of his memories, and he looked up to see the concerned face of Chance. "Are you okay?" the man asked, brushing midnight black hair out of his eyes. The dim lighting from the candles in the corridor reflected a gleam in his eyes that made him seem more mischievous than usual. When the boy in question didn't answer, the older deity looking deity knelt down beside him, concerned expression growing. "It wasn't your fault Hope. You didn't even know of the power within you, let alone how to control it."
The young man blinked slowly, dropping his suddenly weighty head onto his pulled up legs. "I should have known," he whispered disconsolately into his knees. "I hate fighting, and here I almost killed him without even trying! I'm some kind of monster!" This last was almost shouted, as he drew his head up, his eyes wild and tone getting hysterical.
Gripping his shoulders, Chance shook him, causing his head to snap back, and some semblance of reason to return to his eyes. "Stop that! You're not a monster, just because Spirit decided to challenge you and you lost control! You haven't been properly trained yet, and without that, it was only a matter of time before something like this happened."
His earnest amber eyes gazing into Hope's crystal blue ones caused all the barriers to break. Tears pricked his eyes, and with a pained cry, he flung himself at his 'mentor's' chest, sobbing loudly. When he had finished, and the sobs resided to sniffles, he looked up at Chance through re-rimmed eyes, embarrassedly poking the front of the older deity's black shirt, which had become soggy from his crying.
"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I just - "
The black haired god gave him a smile, and squeezed his shoulder, cutting off his apology. "I understand," he said. "A similar thing happened to me when I first came into some of my more. flashy powers." He grinned wryly.
"Even Gods and Goddesses have accidents Hope. Our powers are almost always growing, and new abilities manifesting themselves can often cause problems. I don't have your powers, so I can't teach you how to use them. That's something you'll have to learn on your own. But-" he added, seeing the upset look on Hope's face, "I can give you some general pointers. How's that?"
The blond haired boy grinned up at the more mature God. "Really?" He leaned forward and hugged Chance impulsively. "Thank you!"
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Emerald eyes fluttered open to stare up at the stone ceiling above his bed. The stone walls of the dorm were chilled with the approaching autumn, and he shivered, pulling the blankets up a little higher.
'What was that?' he wondered. A headache pulse in his temples, but as his scar felt perfectly fine, he knew that this dream could have no connection to Voldemort or his death eaters. 'I've never had a dream so. real. before though. It was just like my dreams of Voldemort in that respect, but how could it be?'
Confusion warred in his mind with sleep, eventually winning out as his headache increased. 'I doubt I'm going to get any more sleep,' he decided, getting out of be and throwing on some warmer clothes.
'Maybe - ' he winced as a particularly sharp bar of pain crossed through his head. 'Maybe I should go to the hospital wing. I hate to wake Madam Pomfrey up, but - ' he staggered at another pulse of pain, which caused spots of light to dance in front of his eyes. 'Yes, definitely to the Hospital wing.'
Quietly, so as not to wake anyone else, he pushed the painting of the Fat Lady open, causing her to snort slightly in her sleep. He froze at the sound, then when there was no apparent follow up, he slid out and eased the portrait back in place.
Walking slowly through the halls, he held one hand up to his aching head, and noticed the chill. 'I wish I had grabbed one of my old robes as well.' He thought. His mind preoccupied with pain, he almost didn't notice when he reached the Hospital wing. He would have missed it, in fact, had it not been for the hushed commotion going on in and around it. He began walking back towards the door he had passed, listening to the voices from beyond it.
" - Know who he is?" A low rumbling voice, which he immediately recognized as Hagrid's said. Someone reached into a cabinet, because he could hear it creaking, and the sound almost drowned out the next, quieter, answer.
"No, I do not, but I believe there is something very familiar about him." This second voice, he identified as the headmaster's. Dumbledore sounded worried, yet at the same time intrigued, and Harry tried to quicken his pace slightly, so that when he reached the room, he could ask about who this mysterious person was.
"Poor thing! Just look at those bruises around his neck! What that creature must have been trying to strangle him! It's a wonder that he managed to survive, and stop whatever it was that was doing it to him." The last to speak was Madam Pomfrey, and he heard he bustling about the room.
'At least I won't have to wake her up,' he thought vaguely, as his head throbbed in time with his blood, and he entered the room. The ebon haired teen was leaning heavily on one wall, and then slid down in till he was sitting on the floor. He smiled weakly at their surprised expressions which they turned to face him, and he reached a hand up to absently rub the side of his head when pain did another pirouette through it.
"Harry?!" Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, as if trying to check if he were seeing right. "What are you doing at this time of night?"
"I had this weird dream - not one about Voldemort." He corrected quickly, seeing the headmaster's concerned expression. "And I woke up with - this awful headache.." He looked down, starting to wish he had just lived with the pain, rather than cause any more disturbance than there already seemed to be.
Harry looked curiously at the blond haired teen about his age lying on the bed behind them. Madam Pomfrey had been right - there were awful bruises around his neck, and Harry winced in sympathy for how painful they must have been. "Where did he come from?" he asked, deciding to just come out with it.
Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes and pushed him toward one of the beds, handing him a headache potion. Harry drank it in one gulp, grimacing all the while, and then waited expectantly for an answer.
"'E was just outside them woods behind my cabin," Hagrid began. "I was headin back after the feast, when I saw 'im runnin out like You-know-who was on his tail. I started ter run toward 'im, when the black thing comes up and starts tryin ter choke 'im." He frowned in distaste. "I was just about to try an grab it, when a big flash of blue light comes, and the creature is gone, with 'im laying unconscious-like on the ground."
Hagrid was about to continue, when a moan issued from the bed the unnamed boy was lying on, which was quickly followed by a chocking noise as he reached up to clutch his throat, eyes still closed. With a quiet sigh, the stranger realized that he was no longer being strangled, and relaxed, his eyelids twitching, and then opening.
Harry, being on the bed right next to him, was one of the first to lean over. He found himself looking into crystal blue eyes still slightly cloudy from 'sleep'. Almost immediately, he felt a strange spark of recognition, that told him he should no this boy, although Harry was certain he'd never met him before in his life. Still. there was that odd continuing sense of deja-vuu.
"Who are you?" he queried, just as curious as any of the adults, who had yet to make any comments and make their prescence known. The as yet unnamed boy blinked in confusion for a moment before answering, his eyes taking in the surroundings, and the various others in the room.
His sapphire eyes once more caught on Harry's, and the black haired wizard could somehow tell that the stranger felt the same sense of deja-vuu and connection that he did.
"Hope." the boy breathed out quietly. His eyes widened immediately, as if surprised by what he had answered. "I - I'm Takeru - or you can call me TK." He added quickly, as if trying to cover up that small slip of the tongue. Harry had caught it however, and felt as if the world had dropped out from under him.
Silver Angel: Bwaaa-haaa-haaa! I finally managed to get this chapter out!
Angel Takeru: Don't you mean you finally managed to get up off your lazy butt and type it out?
Silver Angel: Shush you! You're supposed to be an angel! Besides, it wasn't just typing! I had to come up with an interesting way to end the chapter!
Angel Takeru: Yeah, sure. Don't you mean you had to find the best place to leave it off, and torture your readers?
Silver Angel: Don't you mean, Don't you mean. what is it with you! ::goes all watery eyed:: Can't you just love me for who I am? Waaaah! ::rivers of tears::
Angel Takeru: ::sweat drops:: Umm. yeah, don't mind her people. She's just gone temporarily crazy. Just review, and she'll be happy.
Silver Angel: ::Stops crying.:: Thanks for telling them TK! ^___^ *glomps*
Angel Takeru: ::Sighs::
Thanks to: Butterfly-fire, Jesse Matsuda, T.M., Sakura Kuonji, and shadow_of_the_mind for their reviews!
A last note before we begin: this chapter starts out as a dream sequence. I can't use italics, so it's signified by ~ ~ ~ ~ marks.
Chapter 5: A Reflected Soul
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A young teen with blond hair stood huddled in a darkened corner, shaking with a mixture of fear and exhaustion. "I - I didn't try to hurt him," he mumbled. His eyes were glazed in shock as he attempted to block out the world around him, and him himself in the wall.
Strands of gold fell into his face, but he made to move to brush the hair away; barely noticing them in fact, and choosing to keep his arms tightly wrapped around his pulled up knees. Another shiver ran through him, and he bit his lower lip hard, trying to push back the emotions that were running rampant through his heart and mind.
The metallic taste of blood touched hi tongue, and his mouth twisted in a grimace of distaste. Blood. Horrifying images flashed by his mind's eye. A mahogany haired young man who challenged him out of jealousy to a duel, shouting that if he was as powerful as the elders made him out to be, than he would be able to beat him easily.
Though normally the fight would have been evenly matched, he had unconsciously found himself able to draw on a strange power, which had leapt uncontrollably at the other young man, causing his own attack to be thrown backward at him. That same teen who was huddling frozen against the wall now, had watched in horror as blades of hardened air had ripped bloody gashes all over his challenger's skin.
He wasn't a fighter; was unprepared for the fury with which his power had reflected the attack. And his challenger had suffered the price for his own inexperience - had ended up on the floor, small rivulets of blood flowing from myriad wounds across his body while the blond haired teen could only stare ahead in shock at the sight before him.
Tremors continued to fill his body, yet he found himself unable to cry. All he could do was stare blankly ahead as he relieved all the events that had occurred in vivid, terrifying detail. 'Why?' he wondered. 'I didn't want this to happen! It shouldn't have happened! I should have been able to stop it!'
A warm hand placed on his shoulder partially drew him out of his memories, and he looked up to see the concerned face of Chance. "Are you okay?" the man asked, brushing midnight black hair out of his eyes. The dim lighting from the candles in the corridor reflected a gleam in his eyes that made him seem more mischievous than usual. When the boy in question didn't answer, the older deity looking deity knelt down beside him, concerned expression growing. "It wasn't your fault Hope. You didn't even know of the power within you, let alone how to control it."
The young man blinked slowly, dropping his suddenly weighty head onto his pulled up legs. "I should have known," he whispered disconsolately into his knees. "I hate fighting, and here I almost killed him without even trying! I'm some kind of monster!" This last was almost shouted, as he drew his head up, his eyes wild and tone getting hysterical.
Gripping his shoulders, Chance shook him, causing his head to snap back, and some semblance of reason to return to his eyes. "Stop that! You're not a monster, just because Spirit decided to challenge you and you lost control! You haven't been properly trained yet, and without that, it was only a matter of time before something like this happened."
His earnest amber eyes gazing into Hope's crystal blue ones caused all the barriers to break. Tears pricked his eyes, and with a pained cry, he flung himself at his 'mentor's' chest, sobbing loudly. When he had finished, and the sobs resided to sniffles, he looked up at Chance through re-rimmed eyes, embarrassedly poking the front of the older deity's black shirt, which had become soggy from his crying.
"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I just - "
The black haired god gave him a smile, and squeezed his shoulder, cutting off his apology. "I understand," he said. "A similar thing happened to me when I first came into some of my more. flashy powers." He grinned wryly.
"Even Gods and Goddesses have accidents Hope. Our powers are almost always growing, and new abilities manifesting themselves can often cause problems. I don't have your powers, so I can't teach you how to use them. That's something you'll have to learn on your own. But-" he added, seeing the upset look on Hope's face, "I can give you some general pointers. How's that?"
The blond haired boy grinned up at the more mature God. "Really?" He leaned forward and hugged Chance impulsively. "Thank you!"
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Emerald eyes fluttered open to stare up at the stone ceiling above his bed. The stone walls of the dorm were chilled with the approaching autumn, and he shivered, pulling the blankets up a little higher.
'What was that?' he wondered. A headache pulse in his temples, but as his scar felt perfectly fine, he knew that this dream could have no connection to Voldemort or his death eaters. 'I've never had a dream so. real. before though. It was just like my dreams of Voldemort in that respect, but how could it be?'
Confusion warred in his mind with sleep, eventually winning out as his headache increased. 'I doubt I'm going to get any more sleep,' he decided, getting out of be and throwing on some warmer clothes.
'Maybe - ' he winced as a particularly sharp bar of pain crossed through his head. 'Maybe I should go to the hospital wing. I hate to wake Madam Pomfrey up, but - ' he staggered at another pulse of pain, which caused spots of light to dance in front of his eyes. 'Yes, definitely to the Hospital wing.'
Quietly, so as not to wake anyone else, he pushed the painting of the Fat Lady open, causing her to snort slightly in her sleep. He froze at the sound, then when there was no apparent follow up, he slid out and eased the portrait back in place.
Walking slowly through the halls, he held one hand up to his aching head, and noticed the chill. 'I wish I had grabbed one of my old robes as well.' He thought. His mind preoccupied with pain, he almost didn't notice when he reached the Hospital wing. He would have missed it, in fact, had it not been for the hushed commotion going on in and around it. He began walking back towards the door he had passed, listening to the voices from beyond it.
" - Know who he is?" A low rumbling voice, which he immediately recognized as Hagrid's said. Someone reached into a cabinet, because he could hear it creaking, and the sound almost drowned out the next, quieter, answer.
"No, I do not, but I believe there is something very familiar about him." This second voice, he identified as the headmaster's. Dumbledore sounded worried, yet at the same time intrigued, and Harry tried to quicken his pace slightly, so that when he reached the room, he could ask about who this mysterious person was.
"Poor thing! Just look at those bruises around his neck! What that creature must have been trying to strangle him! It's a wonder that he managed to survive, and stop whatever it was that was doing it to him." The last to speak was Madam Pomfrey, and he heard he bustling about the room.
'At least I won't have to wake her up,' he thought vaguely, as his head throbbed in time with his blood, and he entered the room. The ebon haired teen was leaning heavily on one wall, and then slid down in till he was sitting on the floor. He smiled weakly at their surprised expressions which they turned to face him, and he reached a hand up to absently rub the side of his head when pain did another pirouette through it.
"Harry?!" Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, as if trying to check if he were seeing right. "What are you doing at this time of night?"
"I had this weird dream - not one about Voldemort." He corrected quickly, seeing the headmaster's concerned expression. "And I woke up with - this awful headache.." He looked down, starting to wish he had just lived with the pain, rather than cause any more disturbance than there already seemed to be.
Harry looked curiously at the blond haired teen about his age lying on the bed behind them. Madam Pomfrey had been right - there were awful bruises around his neck, and Harry winced in sympathy for how painful they must have been. "Where did he come from?" he asked, deciding to just come out with it.
Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes and pushed him toward one of the beds, handing him a headache potion. Harry drank it in one gulp, grimacing all the while, and then waited expectantly for an answer.
"'E was just outside them woods behind my cabin," Hagrid began. "I was headin back after the feast, when I saw 'im runnin out like You-know-who was on his tail. I started ter run toward 'im, when the black thing comes up and starts tryin ter choke 'im." He frowned in distaste. "I was just about to try an grab it, when a big flash of blue light comes, and the creature is gone, with 'im laying unconscious-like on the ground."
Hagrid was about to continue, when a moan issued from the bed the unnamed boy was lying on, which was quickly followed by a chocking noise as he reached up to clutch his throat, eyes still closed. With a quiet sigh, the stranger realized that he was no longer being strangled, and relaxed, his eyelids twitching, and then opening.
Harry, being on the bed right next to him, was one of the first to lean over. He found himself looking into crystal blue eyes still slightly cloudy from 'sleep'. Almost immediately, he felt a strange spark of recognition, that told him he should no this boy, although Harry was certain he'd never met him before in his life. Still. there was that odd continuing sense of deja-vuu.
"Who are you?" he queried, just as curious as any of the adults, who had yet to make any comments and make their prescence known. The as yet unnamed boy blinked in confusion for a moment before answering, his eyes taking in the surroundings, and the various others in the room.
His sapphire eyes once more caught on Harry's, and the black haired wizard could somehow tell that the stranger felt the same sense of deja-vuu and connection that he did.
"Hope." the boy breathed out quietly. His eyes widened immediately, as if surprised by what he had answered. "I - I'm Takeru - or you can call me TK." He added quickly, as if trying to cover up that small slip of the tongue. Harry had caught it however, and felt as if the world had dropped out from under him.
Silver Angel: Bwaaa-haaa-haaa! I finally managed to get this chapter out!
Angel Takeru: Don't you mean you finally managed to get up off your lazy butt and type it out?
Silver Angel: Shush you! You're supposed to be an angel! Besides, it wasn't just typing! I had to come up with an interesting way to end the chapter!
Angel Takeru: Yeah, sure. Don't you mean you had to find the best place to leave it off, and torture your readers?
Silver Angel: Don't you mean, Don't you mean. what is it with you! ::goes all watery eyed:: Can't you just love me for who I am? Waaaah! ::rivers of tears::
Angel Takeru: ::sweat drops:: Umm. yeah, don't mind her people. She's just gone temporarily crazy. Just review, and she'll be happy.
Silver Angel: ::Stops crying.:: Thanks for telling them TK! ^___^ *glomps*
Angel Takeru: ::Sighs::