"If the will of a person...the very essence of their being is true to what they believe, doesn't it live on in the objects, places, or memories of those they once loved?"
Me
A/N: This was redone, because I saw a few mistakes (tee-hee...) But it's still short. But, R&R puleaze.
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Ivy couldn't explain it. Something about today seemed...special. Maybe because she had such a good life, the true heart of a man who loved her dearly, three children, and by what Lucius told her, she hadn't aged a day. Whatever it was, it gave her a wholesome feeling in her chest, as if an old and familiar presence was about.
She breathed the clear, fresh air of the misty morning. She could feel its cold moisture against her ivory skin. In the same shawl she wore, in the same chair, that she sat upon when she was awaiting the new of hers and Lucious' fates. She tried not to think of those times, but it truly was a hard thing to do.
"Mommy..." came the small, sleepy voice of her youngest daughter. "Evelyn, is that you I hear?" she giggled as she lifted her four year old daughter up and into her lap. Evelyn giggiled along as Ivy tickled her gently.
"The sun has not even thought of rising yet, and you are jostling about aready!" she said as she tickled deeper and faster, making Evelyn wail out in a laughing mercy.
Then, she heard two more pairs of feet coming to investigate. Ten year old Catherine was the first to walk onto the front porch, her nearly black hair a wicked mess. Catherine's mannor of person was just as her aunt, sassy. But she contrasted well compared to the eldest of their children, their only son, 14 year old Noah.
It was not even Ivy's idea to name him that, but Lucius' suggestion. He never told her why he wanted to name him that, but she thought it was just his way of leverage for her not speaking of his color.
"Is your father awake yet?" She asked them gently. "He's not risen-can you not hear that intollerable snoring from the second floor?" Catherine answered. Ivy simply smiled. "He works hard..." she said aloud, but mostly to herself. "Well then, Catherine, take Evelyn and get her dressed for school, and I will make you a meal to occupy your stomachs until you come back home." she told them, rising out of her chair and shewing them back into the house.
Noah, she noticed, as usual, said nothing. He had so much of his father in his being, but in a way, she felt he resented his father, Lucius. He, too, had the color of his father, and his grandfather. But she bothered not to tell him, for he wouldn't understand just yet.
She gripped the cane that had been made by Lucius as a marriage offering, since her original had been uselessly snapped in her travel to the towns. It was his way of saying thank you.
She gripped the smooth, wooden side railing of the stairs as she made her way up those step. Catherine, it seemed, was not exaggerating the least bit. Ivy laughed to herself. It was comical, truly it was.
She slowly opened the door, and peered into the dim bedroom, seeing him fast asleep. She opened the creaking door, and quietly strode over to him. Sitting on the side of the bed, she ran her fingers through his hair, admiring his dim and subtle haze. Her hand slid down his face, gripping its side, and lowering her head down to kiss him on his fourhead.
Sometimes she knew of what he dreamt. It was as if she too was conciously dreaming the very same thoughts. She felt it was impossible to care about someone as much as she cared for him, and their children so.
His color had brightened suddenly, meaning he was aware of reality; he was awake. "Good morning..." she whispered. He sat up suddenly, barely seeing her face. The sky was getting bright outside, he could see through the window by the bed.
He loved the feeling of knowing that every day of his life, she would be his frist and last sight. Just as his thoughts flowed for years before. Time was an admirable thing to behold.
"I have your clothes layed out upon the chair by the bedroom door. When you are ready, come downstairs and eat." she said, standing and walking away. Heswung his legs over the side of the bed and ran his hands through his hair. He felt something about today, something different.
"Mommy! Catherine is saying that I look like a dog!" Evelyn cried out, sobbing into Ivy's dressed. Catherin entered the Kitchen. "Well, it is true, with her hair looking as outrageous as that! She does take the look of a dog!" Catherine retorted, trying hard not to laugh. "Catherine Hunt, you will stop your fussing at once." Ivy said sternly, and then a sense of deja-vu hit her.
"Evelyn, let Catherine brush through your hair. You must act as a young lady and stop this foolish pouting." Ivy softly told her daughter as she knelt down and held her shoulders. She did feel a bit hypocritical, as she was the biggest Tomboy that had every walked the grass of Covington.
Evelyn sniffled and bit her lower lip, but nodded and stalked off. Ivy sighed, and saw a faint haze out of the corner of her mind. "Noah. Are you ready for school?" she asked.
"...Yes Ivy." he replied, and took seat at the dinning room table. He had never called her 'mother', or 'mommy' as all other children seemed to. In fact, his first word was Ivy. He saw her scoop out from the pot above the kitchen fire what looked to be pourage. Again. It seemed that no matter what, they had pourage for breakfast everyday, while he would hear other boys speak of sausage, and eggs.
She sat the bowl down in front of him, and with a quick glance, he replied with a muffled "thank you". He took up a spoonful and put it in his mouth, bearing the repetitive taste.
Then, came the heavy sounds of boots as his father entered the room. He sat at the table, across from his son. Noah avoided eye contact with his father. He wanted to leave now.
Ivy brought Lucius' bowl and placed it before him. "Kitty wishes that Oliver and Jessica stay tonight. She and Christop have matter to discuss, and she wishes the children void of hearing what she has to say." she told him, bringing two more bowls and sitting them down for Evelyn and Catherine. Lucius simply nodded.
Noah looked down at his half empty bowl of pourage. "I'm finished." he stated, getting up and heading toward the door. Ivy suddenly tapped his shoulder.
He turned around and there she was, holding a coat and his books, bound together by string. "I would rather you not catch a sickness in the cold." she smiled, and handed him both. He nodded and turn on his heel to leave.
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It really was a cold morning. The mists seemed to cover the entire village in a spell of fog. But he rather liked the fog. He liked rain. almost everything about him was opposite of what most people preferred.
He then heard the rustling of someone running over dry and crackled laves, toward him. He turned to see that Heather was running up to him. "I knew that you would be out this early!" she called to him. He simply waited for her to catch up.
She was beautiful, her hair a long, flowing golden. She finally stood by him, panting and out of breath.
"I knew that you would be out here in the mist." she smiled. He said nothing, but only stared. He brushed a few of his red hairs out of his eyes. they barely reached, but just enough to be annoying. His mother told him that she would cut it today before the dusk settled.
"Are you really so eager to get to school?" he asked her. She stood up and straightened, beaming a grin. "No. School has never been one of my favorite pass times." she replied. "I wanted to talk to you, alone without eves." she said.
The two began walking, but slowly. She fell silent foar a while, and he dared not glance, for she was staring straight at him.
"Actually, I would rather speak of this matter at the Resting Rock." she told him. They did have plenty of time before the school bell rang out loud, and he seemed to be more docile there. He nodded in agreement.
They strolled for a while. She said nothing, and of no surprise to her, neither did he. They had realized that somehow they had alreay ended up there, at Resting Rock. She looked about to make sure it was allclear of solicitors. He sat, and she sat close to him.
"I know why you have been avoiding me." she started. He slowly glanced up to her face. The problem was, no, she didn't. If she did, she would have nothing to do with him. Because he...was not exactly like other boys.
"I've seen the way you look at some of the other boys." she said. At this, his eyes darted to hers, and she immediately saw the raw fear in his. She actually enjoyed it, briefely, not because she hated him, but because it was one of the rare times that one could tell he was human. He was...cold, most of the time.
"Do not be frightened, I pass no judgement on you, nor will I speak of such subjects to anyone else. But, other girls are getting restless because you are the fittest boy in all of Covington. You are not immature as all of the other boys, and you have the handsomest look about you." she said.
"I tell you this as a warning. The fall dance is aproching, and all of the girls have their eyes upon you. If you wish not to be caught, keep watch on when and what you do." she finished. She stood, and turned to him. "Shall we go to school now?" She asked in the chipper manner she was always in. He simply nodded.
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Work was slow today, as Lucius had not much left to do. It was only about midday, and he was already almost done in the fields. Maybe he should go home and surprise Ivy with some flowers. She was always fond to the smell of them.
He made his way back up the the shed to put his tools away, when he heard someone calling his name. "Mr. Hunt!"
He wheeled around to see that Noah's teacher, Beatrix, had him by the ear and was stomping up to him. Lucius was surprised by the fact that it was Noah in trouble, this wasthe first time anyone has ever had a problem with him.
"Your boy hit little James in the face, making the poor boy's eye swell uncontrollably!" she shouted. He glance down to Noah, who was unable to look at his father. Lucius only sighed. "Thank you for telling in person Beatrix." he said.
He took hold of Noah by the arm. What was wrong with the boy? He was snapping back at people, he was not finishing his chores, and he was slipping in school. Lucius realized, however, by a stammared whimper, that he was gripping the boy's arm pretty hard. He losened his grip, and began leading Noah to a small room in the distance.
Noah looked, and realized where he was going. The Quiet Room. He had not been there before, and Lucius did not want to put him there, but he knew not what to do.
Lucius let go of Noah, and opened the door. Inside, there was a chair in the corner and a small window. "You know where this is." Lucius said. Noah nodded.
"You know that I do not like punishing you, but I know not what to do anymore." he said, coldly Noah had noticed. Lucius looked away when Noah stepped inside.
Noah noticed that it wasn't as big as it appeared outside. Then he jumped when he heard a sudden slam! Then, he heard the click of the lock behind him. He sighed. It wasn't his fault, James was the one who started it. He was talking about his mother, and he couldn't let him get away with it. He couldn't.
There wasn't much to do in here, but he did find a nail after inspecting the room. He was sitting in the corner, and as small as possible, he scratched his name into the wooden floor. He then layed back and stretched. unbuttoning his vest, and rolling up his sleeves. then, his blue eyes caught something.
The nail has stood up on its own, and was etching something of its own. In large letters, a message was written:
MY NAME IS NOAH TOO
