Myth and Legends

I'm sorry I have not updated recently. The school year was winding down and that equals Finals and lots of tests. I have been a bit busy and then our computer got a virus and we had to wipe our computer. We tried to put Microsoft back on but it refused to install it. Sorry for my idiotic computer disaster that took forever to get fixed.

~ElvinDragon~

Well that is really great news! Strigoi can be cured! Well at least this legend says they can be. That has to count for something at least. That was also the best news we have heard in the last few hours! Then again when you think about it that's a sad thing right there. How can a mere legend give your spark of hope more kindling and blaze into a fire? Perhaps that's how many people in the past have overcome their troubles. I hadn't given up hope, but now my unstable flickering flame was almost able to withstand the rain of sorrow and horror that was sure to come. Whoever these two warriors are they better get their butts moving. Seriously, I think that this is the best time to show up and save the day. They would be like Superman and Batman but maybe the Moroi or Damphir versions… I bet these two bonded warriors have been around a while. Hmm I began to visualize Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne older and scrunched up my face in slight disgust. Well I don't think they would be fighting crime with a walker and false teeth. I wonder what they are like? They are complete opposites, huh. I'm guessing that means their personalities are opposites too. Perhaps one is shy and the other a rebel. Wait a moment.

"… Wait why did you bring up this legend mom?" I had a feeling that I wouldn't really appreciate the answer she would give me. She stared at me for a moment before resting her hand on an old wrinkled brown leather book lying open on the table. I saw pictures of two faceless warriors facing an onslaught of fierce looking Strigoi. The hand painted picture was slightly faded, but you could faintly tell that one warrior was doing mostly physical fighting while the other seemed to be using an unseen force. The one with the unseen force seemed to be causing the Strigoi pain without touching them. That warrior was tall and thin like a Moroi. My mother's small worn hands stroked the edge of the picture on the ancient page as if she were caressing her favorite pet. She slowly brought her dark head up so her eyes met my own.

"Rose I believe that this legend is talking about you and Lissa." Once again reality came crashing down on me with hardly any warning. My little flame of hope flickered and got a little smaller. A drop of sweat from my own nervous brow could be heard through the library as it hit the floor and exploded. The eternity of the grim and unexpected moment had no end. I looked up to look at my Love's, parents, and friends faces. Lissa looked like she was about to burst into tears while Christian had wrapped his arms around her with his head slouched downward to the ground. Adrian had this sad expression on his face. I think it was sympathy that I saw in his eyes. I looked at my parents and saw worry and concern etched into their faces. Finally and reluctantly I brought my eyes to meet Dimitri's. What I saw there almost broke my heart and made want to break down crying. I saw worry, fury, concern, frustration and even a little hurt. Immediately when our eyes connected he strode over to me and enfolded me into his well toned arms. There was this horrible hiccupping, whinny, gaspy sound that filled my ears. I was guessing it was Lissa crying, but it seemed so near by. I felt bad that I just wanted her to shut up so I could at least try to pretend this wasn't happening to me. I felt Dimitri tighten his hold on me and then the murmur of the unintelligible Russian gibberish in my ear. I felt his large strong hands stroking my back as if to attempt to sooth me. Why was he trying to do that? I wasn't the one in hysterics, Lissa was. Why did Dimitri keep shaking? Wait I was the one shaking, I was the one sobbing. How my world has been flipped completely upside down. What happened to the tough smart mouth Rose? Miss fearless, reckless Hathaway?

I suddenly felt the urge to stride over to that ancient leather book and throw it in the dark oak fireplace located in the back of the library. I wanted it to burn and turn to ash, just how I felt my life seemed to be burning up in front of my eyes. I didn't care that we could save Strigoi; I didn't care that we could help all those people who had been turned unwillingly. Why could I not be just a normal guardian with normal guardian duties for once? When the heck would my problems seriously end? The world was crumbling around me and it was taking me with it. I continued to sob into Dimitri's broad shoulders until his shirt was soaked through. What a cruel thing that book has done to me. It brought my hope and happiness flying in joy of discovery that could save our race. Then it twisted itself when reality touched it and gave it a deeper more sinister meaning.

As the minutes turned into hours my eyes finally drifted closed and my breathing became deeper. I felt myself being lifted into the air and the soft sounds of footsteps. My grief stricken mind had decided that today it had taken too much and needed rest. I embraced the feeling of temporary calmness and hopped that in my sleep I would at least have my world back in my dreams.

~Dimitri~

I looked down at my Roza and felt a pain in my heart. She looked so peaceful even though only moments ago she had been quite the opposite. I wanted to protect her as best I could. That's hard to do when there is even a legend about you and your best friend being able to save all Moroi and Damphirs. It's tough to protect the one you love from everything attacking her. It's hard to protect Rose when she is dead set on protecting Lissa and thinks nothing of herself. It is so frustrating how since the day I met her she has been rebellious and stubborn as a bull. I brushed a stray hair that lay near one of Rose's fluttering eyelashes as she slept peacefully. Then again those frustrating qualities are what first got me to notice her. Usually I would find those things in a guardian to be weakness' and extremely unnecessary. In her, it was right. I would never wish for her to be anything else. As I looked down at her I wanted to just run away with her in my arms. I wanted to make the decision for her to not pursue this possible myth. She always had it tough, tough from the start. She has been so strong until now… No Dimitri she is still strong and hanging on. She will be just fine. I tried to calm myself down with those constant thoughts so I could be strong for Rose. I had walked down several dim lit hallways and arrived at my destination in only a few minutes. It was a simple diamond willow door with a brass knob that looked to have a snake curled around it. This must be Ibrahim's private wing with all the doors in this wing with the same doorknob design. Luckily I had a room close to Rose's but I would not be sleeping there tonight. I opened the door to reveal a surprisingly elegant room. The walls were painted a dark red with wooden trim that had thorny roses carved into it. I walked across the golden carpeting towards the dark red and gold queen sized canopy bed with gold curtains hanging from the top in a shimmering waterfall. I lay her down gently on top of the bed and managed to get the covers around her without disturbing her in her slumber. I grabbed the light red Victorian styled chair that was in the corner and brought it closer to Rose. I settled into it and guarded her throughout the night.

~ Rose ~

I was in a meadow with tall bright green grasses swaying gently from the slight breeze. The sun was shining down with a light and warmth that could only be described as perfect. The birds were singing and flowers everywhere were blooming. I flopped down in the grass with my face pointed in the direction of the glowing sun. I wish I could stay in this haven forever and just not have to worry about a single thing. I closed my eyes in sweet content listening to the singing of the birds and buzz of the cicadas.

I frowned, the air just got chillier and I couldn't feel the sun's warmth any longer. I opened my eyes to see the sky had turned an ominous grey and the once peaceful meadow had turned deadly silent. I stood up slowly and to my horror saw dead bodies lying around me. In the distance I saw smoke from a fire that was racing across the grass towards me. I turned to run and immediately saw people fighting not to far away. I ran towards the fight and each step I got closer the sound of battle got louder. I stopped a short ways away hidden behind a clump of trees. I noticed that most of the people fighting were Strigoi. Who were they fighting? All I could see were Strigoi everywhere. Then I saw blood splatter into the air more towards the middle of the fighting. Oh my gosh! Were they torturing someone? I suddenly saw a large break in the Strigoi and was shocked at what I saw. There I was with a Katonah in one hand and a stake in the other. The thing that shocked me the most was that Lissa was there right next to me. She too had a stake in her hand and was wearing a similar outfit to one guardians wore. I saw her viciously stab a Strigoi in the heart with her stake and she was not fighting that badly at all. Suddenly the Strigoi she had stabbed started to move. I wanted to shout to warn her that he was still alive. He sat up looking confused but the one thing that I noticed were his eyes. They were a bright green when only moments before they had been crimson red. He looked up at Lissa and the me who was fighting with wonder. The me who was fighting quickly handed him a stake of his own and he immediately took action in the fighting. I started to notice that some of the Strigoi were indeed Damphir, and yes even Moroi. Slowly the battle turned in our favor and some Strigoi were dead but amazingly some had been saved by Lissa. It was mind blowing to see Lissa fight with such ferocity. Slowly fog started to flow across my vision and I got up to run towards us but the fog rolled in too fast and I was soon alone in the white haze.

"Squeak ,squeak ,squeak." I turned in a quick one-eighty and to my horror I saw Victor Dashkov walking towards me in a pair of expensive black dress shoes. I stared in disbelief and my anger simmered underneath my skin. What do you want Victor? He looked at me with a blank face and raised his arm up and pointed at me.

"BANG!" pain exploded in my chest and I looked down to see blood spreading in a flower across my torso. I looked over my shoulder to see a Strigoi with a grin on his face and a pistol in his hand still pointing at my back. I fell to my knees and my vision flashed white and suddenly I was back in a bedroom that I did not recognize and was screaming my head off. Suddenly Dimitri was in front of me giving me a hug and shushing me in my ear. Once again I found myself sobbing into Dimitri's shoulder. This time I would not fall into unconsciousness. No this time I would stay strong and be there for my loved ones. I was not the only one who had to deal with the crap in the world. I sucked in a breath and tipped my head up to look Dimitri in the eyes.

"Do you mind explaining?" Dimitri's look looked concerned and firm. I nodded and gathered myself together and nodded that I would.

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