~*Xadalyn*~
“Xan please try to control them. I want my big brother back. Please Xan" I look at the young girl as she speaks. And I feel a slight pain of fear; she’s trying to take him away from me. And then I look over at the dead man slumped in the corner and then with a wave of my hand the dead body disappears in an explosion of light. I then step closer to my brother and take hold of his elbow, as if to assure myself he’s still there.
Then I look back at the girl. With a wave of my hand I could make her disappear. It would be so easy to get rid of this nuisance and I am about to do just that but as if he could read my thoughts the man steps in front of her. I look at him quizzically for a moment before looking at my brother again. The only being in the universe like me and they are trying to take him away. *What should we do with these beings?* I ask him telepathically.
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*Max*
The children still haven't spoken and I can almost feel their anger. I understand that, I do, but I can't let them act on it. When Xada looks toward Sarah, I step in front of her, not wanting her to be in line with that anger.
"Xander, I love you. We all do. Xadalyn, please think. You're a great leader. You're both good people. I know you are. You have to control the power. You can't let it control you," I say.
The children still haven't spoken and I can almost feel their anger. I understand that, I do, but I can't let them act on it. When Xada looks toward Sarah, I step in front of her, not wanting her to be in line with that anger.
"Xander, I love you. We all do. Xadalyn, please think. You're a great leader. You're both good people. I know you are. You have to control the power. You can't let it control you," I say.
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~*Xadalyn*~
"Xander, I love you. We all do. Xadalyn, please think. You're a great leader. You're both good people. I know you are. You have to control the power. You can't let it control you," he says to us and then another man (Dom) comes into the room.
He looks vaguely familiar. “Holy Goddess!” he says “Ava said something like this might happen one day. We have to remind them of who they were.” He tells the other man.
“Xay, remember when me and your mom took you to see the ocean for the first time…I remember how you jumped right in and I thought how could someone so small be so fearless…”
A vague feeling comes over me and…I do remember that, but it is almost as if it happened to another person.
"Xander, I love you. We all do. Xadalyn, please think. You're a great leader. You're both good people. I know you are. You have to control the power. You can't let it control you," he says to us and then another man (Dom) comes into the room.
He looks vaguely familiar. “Holy Goddess!” he says “Ava said something like this might happen one day. We have to remind them of who they were.” He tells the other man.
“Xay, remember when me and your mom took you to see the ocean for the first time…I remember how you jumped right in and I thought how could someone so small be so fearless…”
A vague feeling comes over me and…I do remember that, but it is almost as if it happened to another person.
Alexander
"I want my big brother back. Please Xan."
I widened my eyes, scrutinising the owner of the desperate voice, the voice that pleaded to me. This was a sign of weakness. But I felt myself being hit by a faint sense of recognition. But as soon as the thought had entered my mind, Xadalyn got rid of the body on the floor and stepped closer to me, taking hold of my elbow somewhat possessively.
What should we do with these beings? my sister asked me telepathically.
"Xander, I love you. We all do. Xadalyn, please think. You're a great leader. You're both good people. I know you are. You have to control the power. You can't let it control you."
The man wanted us to supress our powers. In power, there was no good and evil. It was a matter of who was the dominant one, and who remained submissive.
“Holy Goddess! Ava said something like this might happen one day. We have to remind them of who they were.” I turned to the person who had just stepped in. “Xay, remember when me and your mom took you to see the ocean for the first time…I remember how you jumped right in and I thought how could someone so small be so fearless…”
He was conveying false memories to my sister. He was trying to weaken her, pull her away from me. This time, I felt an insecurity that my sister may just believe him. I could feel her giving in.
They are trying to weaken us, I told my sister, looking into her glowing blue eyes so that the connection would not be broken, so that she would not be deceived. As the Oracle, they must pay a penance. Do we kill them all?
"I want my big brother back. Please Xan."
I widened my eyes, scrutinising the owner of the desperate voice, the voice that pleaded to me. This was a sign of weakness. But I felt myself being hit by a faint sense of recognition. But as soon as the thought had entered my mind, Xadalyn got rid of the body on the floor and stepped closer to me, taking hold of my elbow somewhat possessively.
What should we do with these beings? my sister asked me telepathically.
"Xander, I love you. We all do. Xadalyn, please think. You're a great leader. You're both good people. I know you are. You have to control the power. You can't let it control you."
The man wanted us to supress our powers. In power, there was no good and evil. It was a matter of who was the dominant one, and who remained submissive.
“Holy Goddess! Ava said something like this might happen one day. We have to remind them of who they were.” I turned to the person who had just stepped in. “Xay, remember when me and your mom took you to see the ocean for the first time…I remember how you jumped right in and I thought how could someone so small be so fearless…”
He was conveying false memories to my sister. He was trying to weaken her, pull her away from me. This time, I felt an insecurity that my sister may just believe him. I could feel her giving in.
They are trying to weaken us, I told my sister, looking into her glowing blue eyes so that the connection would not be broken, so that she would not be deceived. As the Oracle, they must pay a penance. Do we kill them all?
*Max*
Dom finally catches up with us and seems to recognise the situation instantly. He confirms this when he mentions that Ava had told him what to do. "We have to remind them of who they were.” He starts to tell Xadalyn about when she was little.
Nodding, I realize what has to be done. "Alexander. Do you remember Sarah's first day at school? She was so nervous about being alone. You were only seven years old but you sang 'Itsy Bitsy Spider' for her twelves times at breakfast to make her smile. And then you held her hand and kept on singing it the whole time as we walked her to school and straight into her class? I was so proud of you."
Dom finally catches up with us and seems to recognise the situation instantly. He confirms this when he mentions that Ava had told him what to do. "We have to remind them of who they were.” He starts to tell Xadalyn about when she was little.
Nodding, I realize what has to be done. "Alexander. Do you remember Sarah's first day at school? She was so nervous about being alone. You were only seven years old but you sang 'Itsy Bitsy Spider' for her twelves times at breakfast to make her smile. And then you held her hand and kept on singing it the whole time as we walked her to school and straight into her class? I was so proud of you."
Alexander
"Alexander. Do you remember Sarah's first day at school? She was so nervous about being alone."
Sarah. The name rang a bell. I knew it, but I wasn't sure how/
"You were only seven years old but you sang 'Itsy Bitsy Spider' for her twelves times at breakfast to make her smile. And then you held her hand and kept on singing it the whole time as we walked her to school and straight into her class?"
I looked at the man oddly as the memories began to resurface slowly. Was this a trick? Were these memories true or false?
"I was so proud of you."
I knew that I had always wanted to hear those words, especially said by this man. Was that in a past life?
But the more I replayed his little speech in my head, the more I felt as if I recognised him, as if he was familiar to me.
I turned to Xadalyn for aid. We were both confused, both unsure, both settling on a margin.
"Alexander. Do you remember Sarah's first day at school? She was so nervous about being alone."
Sarah. The name rang a bell. I knew it, but I wasn't sure how/
"You were only seven years old but you sang 'Itsy Bitsy Spider' for her twelves times at breakfast to make her smile. And then you held her hand and kept on singing it the whole time as we walked her to school and straight into her class?"
I looked at the man oddly as the memories began to resurface slowly. Was this a trick? Were these memories true or false?
"I was so proud of you."
I knew that I had always wanted to hear those words, especially said by this man. Was that in a past life?
But the more I replayed his little speech in my head, the more I felt as if I recognised him, as if he was familiar to me.
I turned to Xadalyn for aid. We were both confused, both unsure, both settling on a margin.
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I wanted to check if everything was okay so I opened my eyes and looked around me. It seemed like Xadalyn and Xan were safe...but something else was strange. I crawled closer to the group, still unsure to get up - who knew what could attack? I looked at Xan closely. His hair what white. Did he dye his hair while I had my eyes closed? I wasn't listening to anything either, I was keeping my ears blocked, so I didn't know what was going on. But the situation seemed to have change from scary to funny. I covered my mouth with my hand.
"Xan, what's happened to your hair? It's all white.." I said grinning and letting out a small laugh.
I was really starting to feel like everything was like a movie. Changing hair, glowing skin like...special effects...everything seemed so movie-like.
"Is it some kind of a special movie effect? I mean, this has to be a movie. right? I mean, this kind of things never happen.."
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Justin
I wanted to check if everything was okay so I opened my eyes and looked around me. It seemed like Xadalyn and Xan were safe...but something else was strange. I crawled closer to the group, still unsure to get up - who knew what could attack? I looked at Xan closely. His hair what white. Did he dye his hair while I had my eyes closed? I wasn't listening to anything either, I was keeping my ears blocked, so I didn't know what was going on. But the situation seemed to have change from scary to funny. I covered my mouth with my hand.
"Xan, what's happened to your hair? It's all white.." I said grinning and letting out a small laugh.
I was really starting to feel like everything was like a movie. Changing hair, glowing skin like...special effects...everything seemed so movie-like.
"Is it some kind of a special movie effect? I mean, this has to be a movie. right? I mean, this kind of things never happen.."
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~Liz~
I feel exhausted, as though all my energy is spent. I put everything I had into that last bolt, and all I want to do is just close my eyes and sleep. I can’t let myself do that though. I don’t know that the danger is over…
“He’s dead…”
Max’s words bring about a mixed feeling. I’m relieved he’s no longer of danger, but I’m not a killer, and I can’t take pleasure in having ended his life. I never can… Grandma Claudia was the first time I had really experienced the effect of death, then Alex… But it wasn’t the last time, and even though we never thought that coming back to Antar was possible, that didn’t mean our lives were without danger…
We never really knew how, but even after the incident at the school that Max told me about, a small number of skins survived, and the worst moment of my life I think was that day when we were out in the park with the kids, and Nicolas appeared with two others. Xan was about six, and Sarah was still four. They were playing a little way off, and we suddenly noticed Xan playing with another boy who appeared a little older. At first we couldn’t see who it was, but as they came closer, I felt as though everything went froze and began to move in slow motion. As they came close enough, Nicolas stepped towards Sarah, and I didn’t have a choice. I killed him with one shot – the first time anything like that had happened, but unfortunately not the last…
I feel almost as though my legs are about to collapse, but Max’s words to Xada and Xan tell me I can’t…I can’t rest…not yet… I don’t know exactly what has happened, but even just looking at them tells a story now. Their hair is going white – presumably to do with the power which obviously has been released.
They’re not interested in talking apparently, and it doesn’t take much to guess from what the Oracle said earlier what they might be thinking.
Max closes his hand over mine, and I feel his worry spiking as he pleads with them to listen. This isn’t a familiar situation for him I know, usually he’s the most powerful, and that’s definitely not true anymore…
Having said that, powerful or not, had Khivar succeeded, it wouldn’t have mattered… Power is all very well, but if you don’t know to form a shield, I do believe you are still vulnerable.
Sarah tries next, and I’m so proud of her. My little girl’s life hasn’t always been simple, or easy, but she’s going to grow up into a wonderful young woman… Max puts his arm around her, and heals the graze on her head.
Still Xan and Xada have said nothing more though, and I know this isn’t a good thing. I don’t really know what I can say though…Xada’s made it pretty clear she doesn’t like me, and I’m almost scared that saying something is going to make it worse.
Just then, another figure comes into the room. He says that we have to remind them of who they are, and proceeds to tell Xada about when she was younger. Max does the same for Xan, and I think I see just a flicker of something in their eyes. “Xan listen to us, please… Remember how you and Sarah always used to insist on a bedtime story every night – and it had to be either Max or I, no one else would do… We could never miss because you just wouldn’t let us…you refused to go to sleep without…” I smile as I remember one night when this was particularly pertinent.
The kids were still both preschool, and Max and I were both still at college. We’d had a tough couple of weeks – even tougher than normal – trying to juggle looking after them and working of course, with studying for exams. Our parents had helped of course – they always did – but Max and I didn’t like relying on them, feeling as though we were palming our responsibility off on others. We had accepted the minimum help we could manage with, and were both just able to get through. We’d both had our last exam the day before, and my mom and dad had come to us that day to insist that we let them take Xan and Sarah for a couple of hours that evening to enable us to go out. We protested that we didn’t need it, but they persisted, telling us we deserved a few hours to ourselves… In the end, we gave in, but something happened – I can’t remember what – and we ended up running late. There was no time to tell the kids a story, but my mom and dad assured us it would be fine and they’d do it. Reluctantly we agreed, and off we went. We had a great evening, I can’t deny it. It was nice to be just the two of us for once, to have a chance, just for a few hours, to be like a normal young couple who didn’t have any responsibilities. When we came home though, and went up to check on the kids, we found they were both still wide awake. In fact, the first words Xan greeted me with as I walked into the room, were ‘mommy, I want a story’. We never tried that again…
I look at the powerful young man who, although I didn’t carry around in my womb, didn’t give birth to, means just as much to me as Sarah. In any way that matters, he is my son. I’m not taking that away from Tess, or Ava, or whatever they want to call her, but I have loved him, I have cared for him, and I will never think of him any differently to Sarah… “Do you remember that night when both of you managed to stay up till after midnight because we had gone out without reading to you…? Please Xan, try to remember… We love you Sarah, your father and I, Tess, Xada, your grandparents…all of us…”
I then look at Xada, hoping that this isn’t going to be a big mistake. “Xada, I know your father would like a chance to get to know you for who you are, and I know I would too… I’ve already seen that you’re a strong leader, and I’m sure your mother was very proud of you…I know Max is…” I swallow nervously, biting my lower lip a moment. “You two can be great…you’re powerful yes, but to be great, you need to control that power, and use it for the good of others…”
Falling silent again, I wait to see what will happen next.
~Liz~
I feel exhausted, as though all my energy is spent. I put everything I had into that last bolt, and all I want to do is just close my eyes and sleep. I can’t let myself do that though. I don’t know that the danger is over…
“He’s dead…”
Max’s words bring about a mixed feeling. I’m relieved he’s no longer of danger, but I’m not a killer, and I can’t take pleasure in having ended his life. I never can… Grandma Claudia was the first time I had really experienced the effect of death, then Alex… But it wasn’t the last time, and even though we never thought that coming back to Antar was possible, that didn’t mean our lives were without danger…
We never really knew how, but even after the incident at the school that Max told me about, a small number of skins survived, and the worst moment of my life I think was that day when we were out in the park with the kids, and Nicolas appeared with two others. Xan was about six, and Sarah was still four. They were playing a little way off, and we suddenly noticed Xan playing with another boy who appeared a little older. At first we couldn’t see who it was, but as they came closer, I felt as though everything went froze and began to move in slow motion. As they came close enough, Nicolas stepped towards Sarah, and I didn’t have a choice. I killed him with one shot – the first time anything like that had happened, but unfortunately not the last…
I feel almost as though my legs are about to collapse, but Max’s words to Xada and Xan tell me I can’t…I can’t rest…not yet… I don’t know exactly what has happened, but even just looking at them tells a story now. Their hair is going white – presumably to do with the power which obviously has been released.
They’re not interested in talking apparently, and it doesn’t take much to guess from what the Oracle said earlier what they might be thinking.
Max closes his hand over mine, and I feel his worry spiking as he pleads with them to listen. This isn’t a familiar situation for him I know, usually he’s the most powerful, and that’s definitely not true anymore…
Having said that, powerful or not, had Khivar succeeded, it wouldn’t have mattered… Power is all very well, but if you don’t know to form a shield, I do believe you are still vulnerable.
Sarah tries next, and I’m so proud of her. My little girl’s life hasn’t always been simple, or easy, but she’s going to grow up into a wonderful young woman… Max puts his arm around her, and heals the graze on her head.
Still Xan and Xada have said nothing more though, and I know this isn’t a good thing. I don’t really know what I can say though…Xada’s made it pretty clear she doesn’t like me, and I’m almost scared that saying something is going to make it worse.
Just then, another figure comes into the room. He says that we have to remind them of who they are, and proceeds to tell Xada about when she was younger. Max does the same for Xan, and I think I see just a flicker of something in their eyes. “Xan listen to us, please… Remember how you and Sarah always used to insist on a bedtime story every night – and it had to be either Max or I, no one else would do… We could never miss because you just wouldn’t let us…you refused to go to sleep without…” I smile as I remember one night when this was particularly pertinent.
The kids were still both preschool, and Max and I were both still at college. We’d had a tough couple of weeks – even tougher than normal – trying to juggle looking after them and working of course, with studying for exams. Our parents had helped of course – they always did – but Max and I didn’t like relying on them, feeling as though we were palming our responsibility off on others. We had accepted the minimum help we could manage with, and were both just able to get through. We’d both had our last exam the day before, and my mom and dad had come to us that day to insist that we let them take Xan and Sarah for a couple of hours that evening to enable us to go out. We protested that we didn’t need it, but they persisted, telling us we deserved a few hours to ourselves… In the end, we gave in, but something happened – I can’t remember what – and we ended up running late. There was no time to tell the kids a story, but my mom and dad assured us it would be fine and they’d do it. Reluctantly we agreed, and off we went. We had a great evening, I can’t deny it. It was nice to be just the two of us for once, to have a chance, just for a few hours, to be like a normal young couple who didn’t have any responsibilities. When we came home though, and went up to check on the kids, we found they were both still wide awake. In fact, the first words Xan greeted me with as I walked into the room, were ‘mommy, I want a story’. We never tried that again…
I look at the powerful young man who, although I didn’t carry around in my womb, didn’t give birth to, means just as much to me as Sarah. In any way that matters, he is my son. I’m not taking that away from Tess, or Ava, or whatever they want to call her, but I have loved him, I have cared for him, and I will never think of him any differently to Sarah… “Do you remember that night when both of you managed to stay up till after midnight because we had gone out without reading to you…? Please Xan, try to remember… We love you Sarah, your father and I, Tess, Xada, your grandparents…all of us…”
I then look at Xada, hoping that this isn’t going to be a big mistake. “Xada, I know your father would like a chance to get to know you for who you are, and I know I would too… I’ve already seen that you’re a strong leader, and I’m sure your mother was very proud of you…I know Max is…” I swallow nervously, biting my lower lip a moment. “You two can be great…you’re powerful yes, but to be great, you need to control that power, and use it for the good of others…”
Falling silent again, I wait to see what will happen next.
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Alexander
And then I heard another sound. It was . . . happy.
Laughter.
"Xan, what's happened to your hair? It's all white..Is it some kind of a special movie effect? I mean, this has to be a movie. right? I mean, this kind of things never happen.."
Movies . . . special effects . . .
They were familiar to me. And this boy, I knew him. He was someone whom I cared for.
No, I knew only Xadalyn. My sister was the core of my existence, and I hers. This, all of this, was not real . . .
. . . but it was. It was! I recognised him, I knew I did.
This was a trick, it had to be . . .
. . . no! It wasn't a trick!
Focus, Xan. You need focus.
What came next went straight to my soul.
“Xan listen to us, please… Remember how you and Sarah always used to insist on a bedtime story every night – and it had to be either Max or I, no one else would do… We could never miss because you just wouldn’t let us…you refused to go to sleep without…”
Sarah . . . bedtime stories . . .
A brief memory came to mind. I felt a small smile touching my lips and it had nothing to do with spite of any kind. It was natural. At the same time, the woman voiced what I had been thinking, “Do you remember that night when both of you managed to stay up till after midnight because we had gone out without reading to you…? Please Xan, try to remember… ”
Staying up late. Waiting for a story. The Three Little Pigs.
"We love you Sarah, your father and I, Tess, Xada, your grandparents…all of us…"
Grown men did not cry. Powerful, higher beings did not cry. But I think, for just an instant, my eyes were damp as I began to really listen, to understand, to remember.
“You two can be great…you’re powerful yes, but to be great, you need to control that power, and use it for the good of others…”
Good. Evil. Power.
I felt the intense power start to tune down. Slowly, my vision changed. The light, the colours- they began to fade.
And then I heard another sound. It was . . . happy.
Laughter.
"Xan, what's happened to your hair? It's all white..Is it some kind of a special movie effect? I mean, this has to be a movie. right? I mean, this kind of things never happen.."
Movies . . . special effects . . .
They were familiar to me. And this boy, I knew him. He was someone whom I cared for.
No, I knew only Xadalyn. My sister was the core of my existence, and I hers. This, all of this, was not real . . .
. . . but it was. It was! I recognised him, I knew I did.
This was a trick, it had to be . . .
. . . no! It wasn't a trick!
Focus, Xan. You need focus.
What came next went straight to my soul.
“Xan listen to us, please… Remember how you and Sarah always used to insist on a bedtime story every night – and it had to be either Max or I, no one else would do… We could never miss because you just wouldn’t let us…you refused to go to sleep without…”
Sarah . . . bedtime stories . . .
A brief memory came to mind. I felt a small smile touching my lips and it had nothing to do with spite of any kind. It was natural. At the same time, the woman voiced what I had been thinking, “Do you remember that night when both of you managed to stay up till after midnight because we had gone out without reading to you…? Please Xan, try to remember… ”
Staying up late. Waiting for a story. The Three Little Pigs.
"We love you Sarah, your father and I, Tess, Xada, your grandparents…all of us…"
Grown men did not cry. Powerful, higher beings did not cry. But I think, for just an instant, my eyes were damp as I began to really listen, to understand, to remember.
“You two can be great…you’re powerful yes, but to be great, you need to control that power, and use it for the good of others…”
Good. Evil. Power.
I felt the intense power start to tune down. Slowly, my vision changed. The light, the colours- they began to fade.
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~Xadalyn~
"Nooooo!" I scream as I feel my brothers power going back into himself. They weakened him...they must pay. A low growl comes from my throat and it sounds more like it came a large predator than from me. All of the sudden the Oracle appears, "Xada you must remember who you are." she says and I smile wickidly at her
"REMEMBER THIS!" I say aloud as I send a surge of power into her and she drops to her knees, holding her head and screaming in pain. There is no good and evil with the powerful, but without my brother I am not as powerful as I was, so why not be evil. Your all alone again.a little voice keeps replaying in my head.
The bald man from before comes up and trys to grab me, I guess in some kindof futile attempt to subdue me, but the second he touches my skin he pulls back in pain and looks at his hands. They almost look as if they had been burnt. I then turn my attention to the little family. I could kill them off instantly but no, they need to die long painful deaths....
"Nooooo!" I scream as I feel my brothers power going back into himself. They weakened him...they must pay. A low growl comes from my throat and it sounds more like it came a large predator than from me. All of the sudden the Oracle appears, "Xada you must remember who you are." she says and I smile wickidly at her
"REMEMBER THIS!" I say aloud as I send a surge of power into her and she drops to her knees, holding her head and screaming in pain. There is no good and evil with the powerful, but without my brother I am not as powerful as I was, so why not be evil. Your all alone again.a little voice keeps replaying in my head.
The bald man from before comes up and trys to grab me, I guess in some kindof futile attempt to subdue me, but the second he touches my skin he pulls back in pain and looks at his hands. They almost look as if they had been burnt. I then turn my attention to the little family. I could kill them off instantly but no, they need to die long painful deaths....