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Chapter 2
Sebastion sat up with a start, it was the third time he'd had that dream.
The dream in which he was trapped in the body of 'Pippin' and being with
'Merry' who just seemed a tad bit too familiar.
He rose slowly off the bed, hearing his parents moving downstairs,
looking at the clock he saw it was six thirty and wanted to cringe. He
hadn't even heard the alarm, his mother would be furious when he went down.
Picking through he's clothes he paused.
'I want to spend my life loving you.'
They had falling out of his dream self's lips as if he were
something sacred. But it was just a dream wasn't it? He wasn't 'Pippin' and
there definitely wasn't a 'Merry' floating around.
"My name is Sebastion Mytherial, I live in LA, I've never had a
boyfriend. I've never gone by the name Pippin and there is definitely no one
I know called Merry." He spoke out loud wrenching a tee-shirt in his shaking
hands.
"Sebastion! Sebastion! Get down here or you'll be late! I'm not
driving you!" His mother's voice rushed up the stairs and into his startled
ears.
"Coming!" He through on the first clothes he could find and was
downstairs and then out the door as fast as he could be.
It was hot when he got out, hotter then anything he could remember
from home. He avoided all his new friends, he was sure that if he saw them,
Alastor in particular he might blurt everything out. He slipped his shoes
off as he entered the house and walked into the kitchen.
'I want to spend my life loving you.'
This was beyond weird, he didn't believe in shit like this. He ran a
hand through his curly hair and closed his eyes tight.
"This isn't real Sebastion. You know this." He murmured out loud.
But if he knew all this, then why was it getting so bad. He felt the
urge to eat something. Going into the kitchen he grabbed an apple and was
assaulted by an image.
Dream Flash
"Please don't tell you're going to eat the last apple again Pip!"
Merry called watching as he lifted the apple.
"This isn't the last one Merry." Pippin insisted.
"Yes it is. I love you, I honestly do. But you have got to stop
this. It's not a hobbit's proper actions. To eat all the food 'n leave his
family hungry." Merry had a faked forlorn look on his face.
"I suppose you're right. Which is why you won't let me starve."
Pippin gave a cheeky smile and ate the apple.
"You little thief!" Merry gasped.
"I am none of the sort! I'll be off now."
"You're going nowhere fool of a Took!" Merry bellowed.
"And what are you going to do?"
"What do you think?" Merry stepped forward menacingly.
End Dream Flash
Sebastion gave a small gasp as he came back to himself, the apple
falling to the floor forgotten. He wanted answers and he wanted them now. He
heard the door open, most likely his mother. He slipped up to his room and
waited. After it seemed that she'd settled down he grabbed his jacket,
slipped on some sandals and carefully sunk out and down the street.
His wandering around found him in the strangest place. It was a
small out of the way building, a few blocks from his house. In a small
window was a sign.
Clairvoyant. learn and understand.
Now he believed in unusually things, but this was too much. He moved
to take a step back, but his foot moved forward. The sheer will of his
curiosity moving him towards the door and squashing the cynic inside him.
The woman who met him at the door was as plain as her shop window,
tall, on the thin side but what made her stand out were her eyes. Eerie and
green piercing through the air as if she were staring into another world.
"Please, come in. Sit, sit." She gestured to a chair at the Formica
table sitting in the center of the room.
Her voice was as eerie as her eyes, chilling and stripping him bare.
He pulled his coat a little tighter around him. She pulled his chair out for
him and slipped around the square table to a desk. She begun to hum and he
felt compelled to talk.
"I don't want to be here." He voice was hushed.
"That doesn't matter. You're here to learn." Was the reply the voice
only serving to scare him more.
She turned and in her hand was a brightly flaming candle, the lights
seemed to go out on their own and as she sat with her free hand she produced
a deck of cards. She sat and placing down the objects on the table removed
her shawl to reveal bony shoulders.
"Close your eyes and breathe deeply." She gave him a deeper look
with those eerie eyes.
He closed his eyes impulsively to block those wary green specters
and as he dragged air into his deprived lungs he noticed new smells on the
air. Sandalwood, musk and something he knew he'd never be able to identify.
"It's crushed herbs. Now focus on what is more important." Her
chilling voice was almost shrill with impatience.
He jumped slightly, she knew what he was thinking. He took another
deep breath. As soon as this was over he could leave. He could leave and
forget this. His mind began to float away from him and he found himself
remembering.
'. eat the last apple again Pip.'
'. spend my life loving.'
"Merry. Ah. You're lover? Remembering a past life?" The eerie voice
slipped between the remember sentences.
'.ol of a To."
'. Master Peregrin.'
'. like this, no Pippin, this.'
'. trust a Took and a.'
'. honored to mee.'
"A man, no a wizard named 'Gandalf'. and a man.. Aragorn. Another
man, Boromir and a small creature, Sam. And my. is that an elf? Legolas.
These are strange indeed." He couldn't catch everything that eerie, shrill
voice was saying.
'..ye hobbits are.'
'.sin Peregin Took, he.'
"WHAT IN THE BLAZES?!" Sebastion was jerked to attention, the woman
was staring at him with wide eyes.
"What?"
"The dwarf Gimli but that last creature. Frodo. he carried
something. Something..." She trailed off.
Sebastion watched her warily even more afraid and ready to take
flight should the need arise. After a few moments she seemed to calm down.
She grabbed her shawl quickly donning it like it was armor. She made eye
contact with him again.
"Shall we continue Mr. Pippin."
"My name's not Pippin. It's Sebastion." He muttered feeling memory
jolt him at being called that name.
"Fine then Mr. Sebastion." Her voice was quite as shrill anymore.
She shuffled the cards quickly, her long fingers almost a blur. He
stared at the ugly color of the Formica top, willing away his fear when she
slammed the cards on the table. He jumped ready to bolt, but those eerie
specter eyes froze him to his chair.
"Choose a card." She spread five across the table.
"Isn't this a little random?" He asked folding his hands in his lap.
"You're destiny will sway you hand." She was completely serious, if
it weren't for the circumstances he'd laugh.
He gingerly slid his hand across the table. On what he assumed was
his 'destiny' he let his hand fall on the farthest card to the left. She
snatched it from under his fingers and turned it over sideways. He peered at
the card: The Moon.
"Interesting. Magic is a large part of you." She whispered stoking
the car idly.
He stared at the picture, it seemed too symmetric.
"The Moon is a graceful card of mercy. You are afraid of what is
just underneath your conscious." She reached out and touched his temple.
He pulled back, shivering at her cold hands. She gave a smile of
what he assumed was supposed to be comfort. She laid out another set of
five. With no added confidence he reached out and touched another card.
Again she snatched it from under his fingers. He didn't want to look but his
eyes found it, The Fool.
"It is reversed. That was not the first time you were exposed to
this world were discovering was it? You know you are Pippin don't you?" She
asked tapping on the card.
"I'm not Pippin!" Sebastion yelled standing.
"Please don't deny the truth." She whispered spreading out another
five cards.
"No. No more. I'm leaving." Sebastion took a step back.
"Every magic is done in threes. Like science experiments. Would you
really leave with out know the last part Mr. Pippin?" She asked laying her
palms flat on the table.
"I." Sebastion choked.
He took look at her, her boldly plain features, the curly, greasy
hair and those eyes. That eerie green, specter eyes. They seemed to take
over her face, seek him out and strip him bare, see all his secrets. He
remembered eyes like that. They eyes of a woman that noble, her eyes blue
and river like. Comforting, not eerie.
"Will you see the last card?" She asked her voice shrill and eerie.
"I. I will." He sat on the chair and heard it tap as it leaned
forward.
She nodded encouragingly. He placed his hands on the cold Formica
top and slid his left hand forward and trapped the center card in his hand.
She reached for it but he pulled it back to him. It was warm and made him
scared to see it. She gently pulled it from under his hand. His fingernails
caught on it and left slight grooves in the flimsy cardboard that it was
made of. She took a breath.
"You don't have to see this card. You can leave and be none the
wiser. Would like to that?" She asked catching his eyes.
'Remember the strength of Frodo.' A voice whispered in his ear.
"I've chosen my card." He spoke aloud hoping he wasn't going crazy.
"That you have." She flipped it over.
She began to shake as she looked at it, frustrated he looked down
and saw what she saw. A card called the Tower. There was a large tower
dominating the card, and a woman and a man fall from the flaming window.
"What does this mean?" He asked softly.
"That there is danger. Old evils are stirring."
"What are you talking about?" He looked up at her.
"They're coming." She whispered.
"What's coming?" I asked looking up at her.
"I don't know." She replied giving him a sad smile.
"Then this was for nothing?! Why the hell did I come here?!" His
voice was so much softer out loud.
"Because there were things you needed to know. You've leaned a lot
to day Mr. Pippin." She whispered her voice softer but still so very shrill.
"I'm going now." He barely even noticed that she'd called him 'Mr.
Pippin.'
He stood and turned to walk away. He moved towards the door. All he
wanted was to go home and forget the Formica table, the cards and the
cloying smell of sandalwood and musk and herbs.
"Where were you yesterday?" Morganna's voice asked as she sat down
beside him.
"I was sick." Sebastion replied closing his eyes tightly.
"Are you sure you're better? You look a little pale to me." She
pressed a tanned hand to his forehead.
"I'm fine Morganna. Really." He pushed her hand away.
"Well. I'm just concerned is all." She said smoothing her dark hair.
"So. Why are we sitting on a bench outside of school?" He asked
looking at her.
"We. unfortunately are waiting for Alastor and Nick to hurry the
hell up so we can leave." Eli spoke as he sat.
"Language!" Morganna cried poking him in the back of the head.
"If you don't mind. It's just that Nick and his mother got in a row.
And Alastor has been picking on him." Eli explained tucking his hair into a
cap.
"And you're offended because?" Morganna asked as she waited
patiently.
"Alastor shouldn't be so mean. What happened to him Morganna? He use
to be so nice." Eli muttered.
"That was a long time ago Eli. Don't worry about it." Morganna spoke
her voice far away.
"How long ago?" Sebastion asked looking up into her stormy eyes.
"Too long." Her tone left no room for argument.
Sebastion stood up and moved to stand in front of Eli when a body
crashed against his. He went down hard and squirmed up the body to find
himself staring up into the eyes of Alastor.
"Why if it isn't the little junior." The senior sneered.
"What the hell? Alastor?" Sebastion asked staring at the guy who was
yesterday, a friend.
"Shut up Sebastion." He growled as he got up and Sebastion was
jolted.
Dream Flash
"Shut up Pippin! Just shut up and get on the horse!" Merry screamed.
"But Merry. I-I didn't mean to." He whispered his lower lip
trembling.
"No. of course not. You're just a fool who doesn't know when to
quit! Gandalf told you not to touch it!" Merry screamed pushing him towards
the horse.
"MERRY!" He screamed as he was lifted up on the horse by invisible
arms.
"MERRY!" The arms reached around him to grab the reigns of the
horse.
"MERRY!" He screamed one last time in vain as the horse took off at
a fast gallop, the city that Merry was in disappearing.
"Merry." He choked back a sob. End Dream Flash
"Merry." Sebastion whispered as he watched Alastor begin to walk
away.
Merry. Merry was leaving him again. Sebastion jumped to his feet. He
stared after Alastor a horrible feeling engulfing him. Merry was leaving him
again. In a blind panic Sebastion turned and ran, away from Alastor. He
could watch Merry leave again. He didn't hear the cries of Morganna and Eli.
All he heard was the sounds of his shoes pounding the pavement. He was
turning another corner when arms caught him.
"Sebastion. Shh, Sebastion." A voice whispered soothingly in his
ear.
"I-Isaac?" Sebastion asked as he looked up into green gray eyes.
"The one and only." He gave a patient smile, Sebastion felt his
panic slipping away.
"I must of crashed into you. So'ry." He whispered.
"It's alright. Want to tell me what you were running from?" Isaac
asked as he led the way back to his car.
"Shouldn't you be in class?" He asked looking at Isaac beat up car.
"No. Just got off work. I was supposed to meet you and the others
for dinner. I thought you'd be with Alastor and Morganna." Isaac spoke as he
turned the ignition.
"I. I was." Sebastion whispered.
"And?" Isaac asked turning to look at him for a split second.
"I felt the need to get away." He spoke turning to look out the
window as LA flew past them.
"I think there's something more to that. I won't force you." Isaac
said as he took his hands off the wheel in a gesture of peace at a red
light.
"Thank you."
"But I think you should talk to Micheal." He continued.
"Why? What could he do?" Sebastion turned to face him.
"He could help you understand Alastor more." Isaac whispered.
"What?" Sebastion turned to look at the older boy startled.
"That's what's wrong isn't it? That you don't quite understand
Alastor? You don't understand how he could be nice one second and mean the
other?" He asked turning a corner.
"Well. that is part of it." Sebastion whispered as they came up on
the school.
"Cheer up. Alastor likes you. Trust me." Isaac flashed him another
smile as he put the car in park.
Isaac pressed on the horn, the nose startling the four people
sitting on the bench.
"You want a ride? Hurry up!" He called out the window before turning
the radio on.
"God. You and that shit you listen to." Alastor muttered as hegot
in.
"Well, excuse me for liking rock!" Isaac laughed and turned it up
louder.
"Be nice." Morganna spoke slipping in from the other side and
scooting beside her brother.
"Surely they all can't fit in here." Sebastion whispered.
"They've done it before. If Ives hadn't had class today he'd be in
your seat."
"But doesn't Alastor have a car."
"My special brother got our car privilege taken away." Morganna said
leaning up between the two seats.
"I did not." Alastor muttered.
"You did. Because you had a fit and punched a hole in the wall." She
wagged a finger at him.
"Why?" Sebastion found himself asking.
"None of your business little junior." Alastor sneered.
"Quit the act or your walking." Isaac warned.
Sebastion decided right then, he would take Isaac's advice. He
wanted to understand Alastor, he wanted to know all that he could find.
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