Disclaimer: I give up. Referred to the last 23 chaps for it.
Author's Note: Sorry this has been delayed-I went on holiday and I've been super busy with school. So, this is short. On a lighter note, to everyone who reviewed: THANK YOU!!!! throws brownies at all You're the best!
Neithan02: Don't you love free food? Hopefully this is action….. and a bit of cunning planning!
XXxTheDragonSlayerxXx: So happy to hear from you! I'm glad you like the story so far!
Magicman/Smokegirl: Ooooh, can I play? I wanna play! LET ME PLAY! Don't you love what I've done with the characters? I love being evil!
Sisters till the End
This is dedicated to Pablo/Cecil because he is such an awesome writer and he has inspired me to go farther. Thank you Pablo/Cecil for your awesome story and your awesome talent!
Chapter Twenty-Four: Eyes Wide OpenIt was a cold and rainy night, yet he did not notice it. To him, it was a nice night. Filled with a cloudless night and a beautiful moon shinning down on him, lighting up his path as he made his way through the thicket that he walked through. He did not know why he was walking through it, he just was. It was just another thing in life.
He knew he had been walking through it for a long while and he supposed that his feet and legs should be very weary but yet they were not. They trampled on as if he had just freshly started out and kept his swift pace even though the ground was unsure and steep beyond him. Part of him wondered why he walking but his mind seemed to not take notice of his wonderings. Instead he moved steadily through the brush. Time past like the wind and in truth he had no idea where he was going but he knew it was somewhere important and that he was nearing his destination. With each passing step his mind, while ignoring wonderings, took notice of this fact that stared him blatantly in the face. I'm coming, he found himself thinking. It's so near, I can taste it in the air.
Suddenly, he stopped. His legs refused to move anymore and stood rooted to the spot. Looking around he realized that he was in the same spot that he had started from. What? He wondered. Why am-
It felt like someone had whammed a knife through his middle. He felt the sharp piece and looked around wildly, senses strewn with pain. Disoriented he saw no one as another sharp blow came out of nowhere. It felt like he was loosing grip with something very important and that he needed to fight these blows. How am I to defend against an enemy I can't see? He yelled into the wilderness as yet another blow came about. Inside his head he began to feel his brain sliding around to add to the distress of his state.
The next blows were repetitions and he lost all control of his body. Standing there he allowed the assaults to continue and fell victim to the loss of something deep inside his head. He remembered trying to assess his damage as it happened but he would lose track of his counting.
When the assaults finally stopped he fell to his knees and cried out for all the heavens to hear, a blood-curdling scream that rocked one's soul and tore flesh from bone. It ripped through his throat so viciously that he knew droplets of blood slid back down and made their home inside his stomach. As the scream ended, he fell to his hands and breathed heavily, trying to regain his lost senses and strength, trying to gather all resources for what he was revealing, to understand what had just been placed in his head.
He couldn't explain it but he somehow felt lost and happy at the same time. His connection with someone had been long lost as the assault had begun like loosing a guiding hand in the sea of a rowdy crowd but while he mourned the loss he felt rejuvenated. As if his body had been in a long dream he felt his blood pulsing through every vein in full strength giving him the needed life force to continue. Pushing himself, up looked around. Slowly the scenery around him changed as if someone was painting over an old canvas.
The moon and cloudless night became a broken, grayed ceiling. The brush around him faded into a long room with walls stained copper and green mold growing up the walls in distracted patterns and the dirt beneath his feet became hard and stiff.
"Wha…" he started, his voice croaking out. Blinking to clear the fog from his eyes he looked around once more hoping for his beloved scenery to reappear. It did not. Pushing sore muscles, he sat up and supported himself with his arms as weary as they were. Where am I? He wondered trying to discern his surrounds from stray memories. That was when he caught sight of the people.
All around him lay soldiers, mostly female, dressed in an odd outfit. They all wore the same thing but their faces told him they had collapsed with different emotions running through them. Emotions… Suddenly he remembered. Emotions…
A long time ago there had been a first, a human, on Gaea, the world of the mystical Dracaonians. That was his ancestor. The First was powerful, being from Earth, and the Draconians fought over him for looks and ego yet they did not know his true potential. The First held within his skin to change the future of Gaea and siding with he wrong side would send Gaea into destruction.
Corrupted, the First sided wrong and almost destroyed Gaea. Yet with the grace of both worlds, he found his error and corrected it, in the process almost losing his life. Three beings were created and sent to Earth to await his reincarnation. He would come when Gaea desperately needed him.
He was the Second.
Gaea's fate was on the ruin and he was helping it get there faster. Why had he not known what he was until now? "Because you were not around the right people," a smooth voice said. Scott's head whipped up as Zorya stepped forward from the shadows and into his sight. Their eyes met and again he was filled with feelings for the mysterious woman. "Zorya," he breathed, looking at the woman. What was she doing here?
"Scott…" There was fear and sadness in her eyes as she looked at him. "I know you don't know what you feel. I wouldn't either… But this has to come out. I walked all of Gaea in secret using my identity to pay for simple things. All of that time I have rejected human kindness and emotions for they have burned me in the past. Yet when I met you that all changed. You awoke something inside me with just a glance, Scott-"
"Stop," he held up a hand and dropped her gaze. His heart was beating madly. True to his feelings he knew what he had felt for her and still felt for her deep inside. Yet things can cloud even the simplest form of love. "No," Zorya insisted. She seemed close to tears. "I can't. I need to say this because I'm afraid that if I stop I won't be able to do it again. Scott… I need you. You're the only one who has ever made me feel anything and I love that feeling… I need you by my side because when I'm without you I feel lost and hopeless. I… Scott, I think I'm in love with you."
Silence filled the air between them, only their eyes spoke. In those precious moments, they both knew the other's feelings. And in those precious moments, they knew what they had to do.
Standing, Scott walked over to Zorya and pulled her into an embrace as her eyes began to water. "I know," he whispered in her ear, putting a hand through her hair. "I know. I swear I won't ever leave you. We'll get through this."
"You promise?"
Pulling back so he could see her, Scott smiled. "Even better, I swear on my life. You need me and I need you. We'll be through this."
In those words Zorya knew she could never doubt him.