*Aislinn's Journal*
When I had awoken, I did not know where I was. It was a building in ruins, yet from what I could see, it was sloppily put together, a building meant to hold us Mystics in. I realized within moments my daughter was still with me, they had not taken her from me. I was glad, but that happiness would soon fade away as humans came onto a stage of sorts, far away in the distance of this large building with many holding pens. The others were loud, screaming to the top of their lungs to be released. I stayed quiet, holding my daughter to my naked form as she suckled from me. Either way, the humans walked onto this stage and had a captured siren; trapped in a bowl of sorts, scream to silence us all. One of the humans then began to speak, telling us news about the outside world and this building.
"This you Mystics, is the California Breeding Facility, your home for the rest of your existence. Your purpose, breed for us so we can sell you and your children for profit." I had been shocked, the others were angry, they screamed again, wanting to know why this could have ever happened. He continued "Your God of Light has fled after killing his brother, the world is collapsing and humans are on the rise. This is our world now, and there is nothing you can do about it."
Mystics were screaming again but then came these humans, spraying water on the ones that were screaming. The Mystics, miraculously, appeared to be in much pain and quickly silenced. I would later learn that magic repellent was used in that water and in our braces and cages. It was everywhere, and there was nowhere to go, the world now was in the hands of humans. They had passed over me since I was quiet, sparing me the torture from the water. Then the man who had spoke up on the stage came straight towards me and handed me this journal, filled with lots of paper and several pens. He tossed them down onto the wet straw in front of me and I could only stare up at the human, my expression dazed and confused. Upon closer inspection, I felt something strange about this man, something mythical.
"I do not know why shifter," the man stated slowly and quietly, "but Lord Kieron wanted me to give this to you. I only have a short time here before they realize that I too am a Mystic and kill me, but what I do know is that you have to write your story shifter. You just have to. If you don't, I fear that this earth will never know true peace again." Some of the other men were coming towards us, wondering why he was standing before me and talking to me, they were obviously human. He glanced back and then back at me; he was becoming more agitated and was speaking quicker. "Hurry and hide that journal and those pens female, hide them and work by night, and may the Gods be with you."
The human men arrived at that moment, I quickly grabbing the objects before me and sitting on top of them, as the Mystic started to fight. He was obviously a human shifter as he changed between the people around him but he was neither quick nor strong enough. He was caught and then had a sword run through his throat and in an instant he was gone.
*Aislinn's Journal*
So I began to write in this journal. I got so busy with trying to form a bond with my daughter, fighting to obtain food for both myself and my daughter, and writing that I never gave her a name and I never did anything else. I would write and write and write and never once did my daughter complain, as if she too understood the importance of these leather bound papers. As days became weeks, weeks into months and months transformed into years and through all this time the facility grew and was being built better and all of those who were caught at the beginning were slowly being killed. The moment their children would be old enough to separate from their parents we who lived through the time of peace were killed. The humans made it as a show to us all. They would wait for a bit, gathered enough Mystics, sometimes five, sometimes twenty, and would march us up to the stage where they would kill us by hanging, or decapitation, whichever way was the best to kill out kind.
It will soon be my turn, I suppose. I am nearly finished with my story. Tonight, the sky is clear and the moon's light is shining through the see-through ceilings of the facility. Only ten of the original Mystics captured remain, myself included. It has been rumored that by morning we will all be killed and the Mystics who have known peace with humans will all be dead, all over the world. It is a wonder of the thing, how so many can be killed. I, I am leaving nothing but my daughter, and she is twelve years old, old enough to leave me in the wild. I still pray for her, and I hope she can build a bond with her child as I did with her. She holds all of my memories, all of my thoughts, and this, this will help maintain the peace the world once shared. Besides that I wrote a song. I have been using the back pages of the journal in fear that my writing will run into the lyrics and the story will become separated by the lyrics. It turned out quite good and I plan to sing it as I walk towards the stage, head held high and my fear gone.
My child is resting her head on my lap, deep in a sleep I do not wish to disturb. But the sun is now rising, and the air in the facility is becoming thick with anticipation. There is nothing I can do, nothing I will do, but sing. I will soon meet my parents, my friends, my Galliano, and I could not be any more at peace. After years of torment and pain I finally see the light of peace. Though death may be my passage to that peace, I cannot help but feel happiness that I will once again know that joy.
*Chronicles of the Mystics*
Her memories, Aislinn's daughter's, was rushing forward. The moment Kurt read the last line in Aislinn's Journal the memories flowed in. It began with the sun rising and her mother already singing her song.
Wash away the thoughts inside
that keep my mind away from you.
No more love and no more pride
and thoughts are all I have to do
Kurt watched through his great grandmother's eyes as Aislinn just sang into the air, for no one in particular, but just to sing. She began to know that her mother would die; she knew before, that it would have been soon, but she never expected it to be this soon. Rumors were kept secret to her from her mother, and now she knew why. She rushed towards her mother and gave her a hug and Aislinn hugged back as she continued to sing and Kurt could swear that he felt that embrace.
Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.
Felt the ground and looked up high
and called your name.
Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.
In the darkness I remain.
Humans came and collected the ten that were sentenced to death for that morning. She did not want to let go but Aislinn shook her head and walked, without struggle, towards the stage, she being the last one in the line of ten. As she sang once more the daughter realized that the journal was there beside her, as well as some pens. All she did was collect the items and hold them close to her as she watched her mother line up beside the stage.
Tears of hope run down my skin.
Tears for you that will not dry.
They magnify the one within
and let the outside slowly die
The death sentences began, most were hanging, some decapitations. Aislinn still continued to sing, without instruments, without music, but she did not need any. Her voice itself provided the music, and all in the facility stayed quiet and watched with pain in their hearts as one great musical beauty was led up on stage and a rope was tied around her neck, all the while she remained calm and singing.
Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.
I felt the ground and looked up high
and called your name.
Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.
In the water I remain Running down (x7)
Suddenly the memories had switched from the daughter's to Aislinn's from some strange force, a force Kurt guessed came from the journal itself, as Aislinn vocalized.
Ahh ahh ahhh na na
Aislinn's birth and her stay in the woods with her parents when she was still wild.
Her first encounter with Galliano in the church on New Year's.
Na na na (x2)
The night Galliano had saved her from an untimely death in the alleyway.
The music lessons and Galliano's piano in his home.
Ohh ohh ahh na na
Dancing together at the ball in Andorra.
The moment her daughter was born and they were all a family, if for even the smallest of moments.
Running down…
Kurt had wandered while he read the journal in one sitting. He closed the journal slowly and carefully, afraid it might all just fall apart. Kurt looked up and what he first noticed was the floor. Suns, moons and constellations. He looked around and realized that he had walked into the ballroom where Aislinn and Galliano had shared their first dance. Kurt's breath was caught in his throat. Suddenly from behind him he heard a voice.
"This was her favorite place." Kurt turned and saw Lady Brooke standing there, though she too, like she told Aislinn and Galliano, that he can just plainly call her Brooke. "She would beg to come here and relive that moment when ever she could. She just loved it. She loved him." Brooke sighed and looked at the book in the shifter's hands. "My vampire Laurisane confiscated that book all those years ago from the facility and brought it to me and it has been in my care for all these years. Of course I read it. She was after all my best friend, but I probably never should have. It was truly meant for your eyes only Kurt."
"That is fine Brooke." Kurt replied. "I am glad you read it." The Fated One paused, his thought filled with all this knowledge and his heart heavy with sadness. Aislinn was more of a mother than his own. The memories he had been that only of Aislinn and a little bit of her daughter's but that were about it. His family thought it no need to pass down their experiences in the facility since it was a strong possibility Kurt would have been born in it, and he was. "She was beautiful, inside and out."
"Her soul was by far the brightest and happiest Kurt. I have never once met another being with a soul like my dear friend." She then smiled brightly at the shifter. "But you are very close. You are the perfect combination of Aislinn and Galliano." Kurt merely smiled back. "In fact, I believe there is a piano here. I will play, and you will sing, and together we will honor them. What do you say?"
"That sounds great." Kurt handed her the journal carefully and Brooke walked over to the piano under the awning. She placed the journal gently on the piano and then tried a few keys to test the piano. Once she was finished she looked over at the shifter. "Do you know To Where You Are?" Brooke smiled and nodded and began to play the introduction to the song. Kurt stood in the center of the long ballroom and when his cue came, he began to sing, his thoughts on his ancestors.
Who can say for certain
Maybe you're still here
I feel you all around me
Your memory's so clear
Deep in the stillness
I can hear you speak
You're still an inspiration
Can it be
That you are mine
Forever love
And you are watching over me from up above
Blaine and Shimshon had walked into the ballroom at that moment and watched in silence as Kurt sang and Brooke played. The two had shared and glance of silent communications, the two knowing what the song stood for and who it was for.
Fly me up to where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile to know you're there
A breath away's not far
To where you are
Are you gently sleeping
Here inside my dream
And isn't faith believing
All power can't be seen
As my heart holds you
Just one beat away
I cherish all you gave me everyday
'Cause you are my
Forever love
Watching me from up above
At that moment Kurt began to see his ancestors, all of them, dressed in white, the color of the God of Light's Realm. But the two that caught his eye were Aislinn and Galliano, standing the closest to him, Aislinn closer to him than Galliano was. She walked up closer and smiled at him gently and Kurt felt his breath escape him but held his ground as he continued to sing.
And I believe
that angels breathe
and that love will live on and never leave…
Shimshon could see them too and as he watched the interaction between them, wondering why the shifter's ancestors had appeared, he had felt a presence beside him that was not Blaine's. Looking to his other side he saw Kieron standing there, dressed in white and smiling cheekily. At that moment Shimshon knew his brother had uncovered the gateway back to the world of the living, and for one moment he had taken these particular souls and led them out to catch an up close and personal glance at the Fated One. Shimshon smiled back and gave a curt nod and then focused his attention back onto the still singing shifter and beside him Kieron watched as well.
Fly me up
To where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile
To know you're there
A breath away's not far
To where you are
In the last chorus the others standing in the back were starting to return back to Shimshon's Realm, leaving only Aislinn and Galliano. Galliano had moved forward at that moment and together the trio sung the last verse.
I know you're there
A breath away's not far
to where you are…
The piano's final keys were sounding out and Aislinn and Galliano too left. Shimshon took a glance at his side where his brother stood to see that his brother was no longer there. With a sigh Shimshon started walking out to the shifter who had started to cry, his sobs shacking his body with a great force. Blaine had reached the shifter first and gave him a hug and a kiss, trying to calm down the Mystic. Brooke soon joined them, standing beside Shimshon. She too had noticed the spirits, including Kieron, but chose not to say a word since she, as did Shimshon and even Kurt knew, that Blaine, since he was a human without any divinity blessed upon him, would not have seen them and they would not want to upset him in the tiniest bit.
This being said Kurt breathed in deeply and wiped his eyes and smiled greatly at his lover before kissing him passionately. "Blaine, I love you. Don't you ever forget that."
"I love you too my silly little Mystic." The two shared yet another kiss while Shimshon and Brooke smiled upon them.
*Chronicle of the Mystics*
Over the next couple of centuries, Kurt had remained the only Mystic to have the Ultimate Kiss bestowed upon him, and just like the Lady Brooke Dionne, Blaine Anderson had been given permission to live forever with his mate. Sadly this meant that all their human friends passed while they stayed alive. Even their Mystics friends, Samuel Evans and his brother and sister, Brittany Pierce, and even Lauren Zizes had passed each due to a combination of illnesses or even crowd control as the hand of Darkness left from Doyle Sarver was still tainted in the land.
Thankfully the Darkness that Sarver had released soon was cleansed from the world and something as horrible as the First and Second Great Wars all seem like a thing of the past and is to never once be lived through again. With equality in all and only one major religion, adoració de la naturalesa, there was nothing else to fight for except to maintain peace, and since the final cleansing, this too became unnecessary.
Naturalesa had changed dramatically as well. No longer did one have to pick which side to follow, that of Light or that of Darkness. Instead the Mystics' religion followed both Gods, with the truth of Kieron's final moments known to the whole world and he is no longer seen as a great evil but that of a misunderstood and lonely God who did his best to fix his mistakes. With that said, Shimshon made it his job to honor his brother and even his nephew, to ensure that no one would ever forget them and remember them for everything they have done, wither it is bad or good or both.
Now in the modern age, Kurt Hummel-Anderson tells his story around the world, his tale being the inspiration for world peace to continue strongly, beside him, the ever faithful Blaine Anderson, and for always, the spirits of his ancestors, especially that of a beloved great, great grandmother, Aislinn.
*Chronicle of the Mystics*
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