Authoress Sana- Welcome to chapter 5 of Reincarnations of Eternity. Sorry it took so long. This part of the story is told from the view of a young girl named Mary-Weather, who dreams of being a playwright. She plays a huge role in this chapter's SetoxYami plot; you'll see why as the two-chapter plot moves along.

Disclaimer: Sana owns nothing but the original character roles in this story and the plot.


Chapter 5- Dreamtime in London (Mary-Weather's Illusion)

It was raining outside, pouring really, and Mary-Weather was extremely bored. The girl had no studies today, which was odd for a Wednesday, but it was all the better for a fourteen-year-old girl who hated learning French and Spanish, when she'd rather be learning about Spellcraft and Writing. She had a very dark personality you see, but who could blame her? She was a bastard; an unwanted child whose parents had died, or so she had been told.

In any case, she had been sent to live with her rather attractive half-brother, Cain, in his mansion. He was what the snobs of society liked to refer to as New Money, his deceased father having stuck a fortune somewhere in Egypt. A treasure not of gold of a lost tomb of some great Pharaoh, or gems found hidden under a barely standing temple, but of oil, and a bountiful surplus at that. Thus, Cain's family had become rich very quickly, sky-rocketing to the highest part of the London hierarchy, and leaving the poverty stricken slums behind.

For this, many people despised Cain and his family, not the mention the mound of brunette curls that was Mary-Weather. Cain had a malignant air about him; though in truth he was rather benign, never harming anyone for sport. He always dressed in some shade of black and carried around a cane that was much more for style than balance ironically, much to the girl's amusement. A man named Cain always with a cane; how hilarious was that? It was these little aspects of life that brightened up the most sullen of days, something that Mary-Weather longed for more than anything.

But Cain was an oddball to an extent. He collected poison, and being nineteen, he was already considered an adult yet he had no wife, not even a girlfriend to parade around at his parties. And parties did the brunette hate! He only held these "little get-togethers" to express his status and money to everyone, though Mary-Weather saw it more as a cover for the man's personality rather than a bragging right. And that was what she found most amusing; as much as Cain tried to uphold this illusion of a rich and uncaring aristocrat, he was in actuality a very troubled man with an even more troubled past. How much she longed to unravel the thread of Cain's life!

But despite the wealth at every turn and luxury of never having to lift a finger, all that Mary-Weather truly had to her name was a cute face and a nasty attitude for everyone who spoke her parents' names in vain; although she had never had the chance to truly get to know them. Cain was all the family that she had now. Well, Cain and his butler Thomas. Although the young man wasn't a blood relative, Thomas treated the girl like she was his sister, being there for her when Cain was too busy to spend time with her.

-I hold my breath as this life starts to take its toll
I hide behind a smile as this perfect plan unfolds
But oh, God, I feel I've been lied to
Lost all faith in the things I have achieved
And I-

When her tutor wasn't lecturing her on the importance of mastering Français and Español, and how she needed to be a presentable young lady, she spent much of her time in her room at the expensive desk that had belonged to Cain's mother. It was here that she scripted poems and plays that she hoped that one day would lead her to a happier lifestyle, one where she could just be herself. Until that day, that was never fated to happen, she continued to write and submerge herself in her tragic romances and twisted fantasies.

-I've woken now to find myself
In the shadows of all that I have created
I'm longing to be lost in you
(away from this place I have made)
Won't you take me away from me-

Drumming her quill on the desk, she looked out into the rain once more as words began spilling into her head as if they were verbatim that she was destined to publish.

'A million times I've missed you, a million times I've cried.'

She wrote gracefully, her expression thoughtful and focused.

'If love alone could have saved you, you never would have died.'

"Hmm, that's ever so touching. Sad, yes."

She smiled a little at what she had written, more words coming to her as if she had called them from miles around.

'To some you are forgotten, to others just part of the past; but to me who loved and lost you, your love will always last.'

"I wonder if dear Cain would like this. He seems down as of late. Poor soul, that's the truth."

'If broke my heart to lose you, you didn't go alone; for my life went with you –sweetheart– the day God called you home, for things on earth didn't matter, but now I feel so alone.'

"How miserable I am to write such words, but these fit. That they do." She closed her eyes, concealing hazel from the deities of misery that seemed to always have their eyes upon her thin frame. "How do I continue that?" She opened herself to the words that waited just outside in the rain and one by one let them complete her. Reopening her eyes, she pushed the quill into the parchment again.

'My heart will always be broken; my life will never be whole, until I see you again on God's golden shore. God's garden must be beautiful for you are there to stay, the rose of love within me will bloom again someday. We might be parted for a while; our hearts will always be together for one day soon, we will hold hands again forever.'

"A masterpiece, Miss?"

Mary-Weather jumped at the voice, turning her attention to the door. But she soon relaxed, seeing that it was Thomas, "Don't do that! You gave me a fright!"

Thomas laughed a little, "My apologies Miss, I should have knocked."

She composed herself and stood, pushing the parchment behind her back, "Why have you appeared Thomas?"

"Master Cain wishes to tell you that he will not be here tonight as he has a party to attend at the Baron's home, Miss."

"And why doesn't he just tell me that himself my dear Thomas?"

"Ever so wish that I could tell you, Miss. I suppose that the Master is too busy."

Mary-Weather scoffed, "Too busy, eh? Well my dear Thomas, tell 'the Master' that if he wants for me to know something, he should lift his lazy bum once in a while and come in to tell me himself, otherwise I will not care nor wish to be informed in the future. Hmph."

-Crawling through this world as disease flows through my veins
I look into myself, but my own heart has been changed
I can't go on like this
I loathe all I've become-

"Of course, Miss. He shall know your wishes. Good day, Miss." And with that the butler was gone, leaving the girl to lie on her bed in a most melancholy state. Several of minutes of bliss passed and she held herself for comfort, soon drifting into a light sleep. This much needed peace did not last long though, as a voice woke her from her rest.

"What lovely words you write, Mademoiselle."

-I've woken now to find myself
In the shadows of all that I have created
I'm longing to be lost in you
(away from this place I have made)
Won't you take me away from me-

She groaned, "What do you want now, Thomas."

The owner of the voice chuckled softly, "Thomas? Who is this Thomas that you speak of?"

Her eyes went wide and she sat up, a scream ready to escape her lips if the figure's hand had not covered her mouth. She bit the hand hard and the figure yelped, glaring at her with the most intoxicating crimson slits.

-Lost in a dying world I reach for something more
I have grown so weary of this lie I live-

"Get out of my room dæmon! You don't want to know what will happen if my brother sees you!"

"Mademoiselle, where is this brother that you speak of?"

"What do you want with me dæmon!"

-I've woken now to find myself
In the shadows of all that I have created
I'm longing to be lost in you-

"Nothing child. Just be so kind to tell me where he is."

She screamed and the figure fled, escaping onto the balcony and disappearing into the heavy rain.

I-'ve woken now to find myself
I've been lost in shadows of my own
I'm longing to be lost in you-

Thomas burst into the room, "Miss! Are you alright?"

She sat there on the silk sheets, lost in what she thought was an illusion created by her troubled mind, that the dæmon was just a figure in her imagination, "Yes Thomas," she replied softly, fingering her brunette curls, "I'm perfectly fine."

-Away from me

From me-


Authoress Sana- I suppose it's obvious which roles belong to which characters. The poem that Mary-Weather wrote is by an anonymous author and the song is Away From Me by Evanescence. In case you're wondering what the dæmon is doing there, I'm not telling. You'll just have to wait until next chapter. (wink)

-A lie not a lie unless if that's a lie-