DIEGO! er...yes *ahem*
woah...sorry i havent been on for ages...i have been on holidays and...yeah.
theres no excuse for it but yeah.
i've finished four and have started five.
i think it is rather long-winded, but im happy its done.
reading garth nix...again. i have to get across the wall or i'll die!
Chapter 4: Reflections and visions
Strife, our wondrous world, was born from the ruins of another age. An age obsessed with material wealth. The world called simply “the world” or “earth”. The people in this world were, for the most part; ruthless, avaricious, and cruel. However some were kind hearted and caring for there fellows. Although many families can trace their lineage to this age , the great families grow fewer and fewer it is beginning to become apparent that any records or memories of this age will fade away.
For the people of in-bloom their ancestry is not from this age. It is a mystery where they beckon. Many say “Commonwealth of Australia” or “Atlantis” but there is no evidence either places existed so it is still shrouded in mystery.
The capeast, whom live near the northern forests and ruins near in-bloom can be traced to, what was called “Ikea”. Ikea is, by many scholars, believed to be a vast kingdom, which spread through most of what was called “Scandinavia”. However many rogue scholars have refuted this saying it was a type of merchant shop. These people are considered mad and are quite often pelted with rocks.
The rhyones from, what is now the syndicate headquarters southeast of in-bloom near the Gwen River, were originally from “Glasgow” or “great Britain”, it is unsure which exactly. There the syndicate extinguished interest in the past when they took up residence, which is a shame to the study of the old age. Many scholars were killed or censored by the syndicate, however this happened to many scholars throughout strife.
But some of us still write for the sake of our future. So our children will not grow idle to their past…
-“tell me of everything” a scroll by Charlie Blake and Someday Hirano
His smile was perfect; his eyes were perfect…everything about him was perfect. Even surprised he was so unbelievably handsome. He wasn’t blonde any longer but the dark colour seemed to focus the shimmering green of his eyes. it all made him look so sophisticated, far from little George I had once known. His eyes wandered to mine and, for a second, I wondered what he saw.
A freakish looking girl perhaps? With deathly white hair and face enshrining unbelievably bright blue eyes. No. He probably just saw what he saw all those years ago…a girl he could tease for his own dark amusement.
I tore my eyes away from his but I could still feel his gaze on me. The white knights looked at both of us fixedly.
“Songbird?” George asked in his deep voice.
I nodded in his direction. Storm gracefully swayed from behind me to where Hayley and Gemma sat and poured herself a goblet of the green stuff. Hayley looked at me questioningly, whilst Gemma simply gazed longingly at George.
George moved swiftly until he was opposite me. I met his gaze again. Something from those eyes was stirring under the surface…
“it has taken me a long time to find you but here, in the most unexpected of places I find you. It seems that I will always find you wherever I least expect. But, alas, it seems to me that you still degrade what status we shade’s have given you by surrounding thine self with..” he looked at Gemma who was trying to babble something “well, dregs”. With that haughty remark I felt a surge of repulsion and hate I hadn’t felt in years. I couldn’t bare being around him. That angelic face only a mask for the horrible man that lived inside.
I reared from his eyes and quickly strided towards the tent. Not careing what anyone thought , but he was too quick for me and cornered me like a lion stalking its prey. He confidently moved forward, closer to me. Until I could smell his alcohol tinged breath.
“their my friends George. I guess you don’t really understand what that word means do you? it means we stick together. Don’t say bad things about them or I’ll have to get some of my friends o teach you a lesson about friendship.”
“oh yes, I know what friendship is…don’t you think your being a bit narrow minded by just saying ‘we stick together’ what about saying ‘we forgive each other’ or ‘we help each other to grow’. Songbird you’re a friend to me , whether you like it or not and you’ve helped me to do so many things believe it or not. I just wonder if you are befriending the right people…”
my mind wandered to courageous Daybreak. Was he really courageous? He never seemed so. Maybe George was right.but no. there is always good in people.always.
“are you done?” I said trying to restrict my voices waver.
He pouted and flung a perfect hand to his face to pull back an elusive hair.
“you are not much of a talker are you? I expect that Obsidian Blake always spoke for you. just like Charlie Blake did for your mother..” he deliberately let his voice trail off.
“ how do you know Obsidian?”
“well…many years ago we were quite good friends. Well that was until the war then poor Obsidian lost everything; his parents, his fortune, his name. The Syndicate, being the syndicate, sent out assasins to find Obsidian and kill him, but Obsidian somehow escaped. He managed to make it to he orphanage on the outskirts of In-bloom and was adopted , under another name of course. But from what I hear there not particularly fond of poor Obsidian.”
He looked into the murky twilight of the ruins and I realised just how long I had been here. Hayley began to shiver and Storm wrapped a arm around her softly. Gemma took her eyes off George to pluck a tune on her guitar.
The tune was like a lullaby. The graceful chords expressing longing and contentment. The tune swam with my soul; evoking emotions I missed so much.It wrapped itself around my heart like a blanket. I felt like I was flying I felt so light and happy. She looked at me and smiled shyly. Hayley and storm hummed with her. Both adding there own feelings into the song. Storm nodded at me. How could I add into that beauty? I began to hum with them but my melancholy seemed to disturb the peace of the song. Like a dragon being woken from sleep. i remembered when I sang…
“I’d give up forever to touch you…” I sang longingly, somehow it seemed to echo the feelings in my soul.
George spun around to look at me, his face blushing. For a reason I didn’t know why.
Then I saw this girl, pale and beautiful, like the most white of flames. Her face was tranquil behind that white exterior. Her eyes mesmerising me then she sang with that wondrous lamenting voice…
“Cos I know that you’ll feel me somehow”
I wondered if any had touched those pretty little rosy lips, I wish you would know songbird…
I froze….I was in Georges mind. I felt how he connected with the songs longing. He sat beside gemma slowly, commenting on her playing but she was lost in the song. I felt that everyone only wanted what was outside of me, wait he felt that. He looked at me again and I felt a wave of longing so strong I could hardily believe it. I didn’t want to invade his mind. It was wrong. Embarrassed I focused my mind away from his, onto a stone lining the fire. I imagined its face and rough voice…
I fell asleep dreaming of princes, ancient magik and talking stones.
The clang of armour. Hayleys shrill laugh. The soft caress of a hand against my face.
“THE WHITE KNIGHTS AT YOUR SERVICE DUKE GEORGE!” they practically screamed.
I mentally shied away from this sound. My eyes slowly adjusted from sleep. I rubbed them and saw I was lying in a hammock not far from the camp. The sky lay before me, a light hue of crimson as always…except perhaps when it was raining.
I began to shuffle back to camp trying to wipe the damp dew from my face and forcing myself to wake up.
“Morning Songbird” Hayley said.
I answered her with a number of groans, it wasn’t a good morning. She shrugged and picked up a roll and some cheese and threw it to me.
“thanks” I mumbled.
“well, well, well, so were finally awake are we?” said George haughtily.
“Songbird! You don’t talk to a duke like that!” screeched Storm.
“its too early…”
“no it isn’t its 3’o’clock!”
“yeah…its too early. Whys he a duke anyway?”
“Im a duke because my uncle who died had no sons and he said in his will I was to be duke.”
I yawned at him and he scowled back. Hayley laughed at him and he gave her a cruel look, so much she cowered. He smirked and strode self-assuredly into the tent. I followed quietly, desperately needing something to drink.
George had dyed his hair blonde again and stood in front of a broken mirror admiring himself when I stepped inside. He looked at me for a second. I met his eyes unflinchingly.
“are you stalking me Songbird?” he said boldly.
“you wish Duke George”
“you don’t have to call me that you know”
“ and you never had to say I was a reject but you did. I can say whatever I want. You’re a duke; so I call you duke George. It’s called a title dumbass. I’ve never been to school and I know that. You went to all the finest schools and you’ve learnt nothing, a waste.”
He looked ashamedly at me. For a fleeting moment I felt almost sorry for him. He looked so hurt. Nevertheless I felt proud at what I had done. He was simply getting what he deserved.
“It appears we are both living lives we are not suited to. It’s a pity but that’s life isn’t it. My shoes are too big and yours are far too small.” He said cryptically.
He turned and I heard that familiar noise I had heard whilst bathing…
“George…you were watching me weren’t you?”
“We will always be living….what?”
“YOU WERE PERVERTING ON ME IN THE WOODS!” I screamed at him.
“now Songbird, I wouldn’t call it…argh!”
I launched myself at him wanting to pulverise every inch of his perfect body I saw. He began to run frightfully but I lunged at his leg and he fell with a thump into the dust. He let out a loud cry for the white knights. I unsheathed my dagger threateningly and he screamed.
The white knights burst into the tent and pried me off him. I bared my teeth at him. I thrashed about trying to free myself from them.
“what the hell do you think your doing Songbird?” storm demanded of me.
“he was watching me in the woods…”
“George? Were you?”
He nodded gloomily getting p and dusting himself off.
“er…a bit of help here Storm” chirped Hayley.
I kneed Gemma in the stomach and she bent over painfully.
“ I only want to hurt George, if you stand in my way I will do the same to you. Wait I’m sorry! I can be so forgetful in fits of rage! Duke George”
Storm shook her head at me. George danced confidently around me. He knew I could do nothing back, just like all those years ago…
A sick smile graced his face, it made him look like a grotesque doll. Then he laughed his horrid laugh. Gemma and Hayley let me go, when I went placid. I kneeled on the ground. None of this would help my friends. Obsidian, Sonnet, Aberfeldy, even Daybreak. I began to feel grief stir deep inside me and I began to whimper.
I covered my eves with dirty hands as I felt warm tears grace my face.
I composed myself after a moment and looked at George. He had that same face I had seen when his family left me to the streets. His eyes flickered with fear and torment.
“im sorry” he whispered.
Then he was wearing his mask again.I stood and made to leave…forever.
“tell me Songbird, are you a virgin still? Or could I have simply have bought you off the streets?” it was like he had punched me.
“You sick freak! Do you bang off to this sort of thing do you?! I’ve never had to do that and I never will” my voice wavered with anger. I clenched my teeth instinctively.
“would you have done me for free? I’ve had many women…none quite like you though I must admit”
I couldn’t help it as I strode forward and slapped his face. I grasped his ornate collar and punched his nose. It snapped sickly and blood spattered everywhere. The white knights didn’t restrain me this time. They just stood there. I let go of him and he collapsed. He began to moan and I bent to where he lay and tilted his head back. I fumbled about the tent until Gemma passed me a handkerchief to block his nose.
“you don’t deserve it” I said truthfully.
Storm coughed an intrusion. George looked at her spitefully.
“what?” he snapped.
“Duke. We have to give her in to the syndicate…”
“I found her, finders keepers” he said sheepishly from behind the now bloodstained handkerchief.
“why must you always be something your not George?”
“ I ask the same of you Songbird…” his breathing was beginning to shallow “ Outside, Thief…do you think you are fooling anyone?” he fell back into the dirt unconscious…or pretending to be. He was always good at pretending.
The white knights rushed to his side gathering, or rather fumbling, George into their arms.
So you’ve done well George. I’ve done the exact opposite. Will you go home to cry to Stargaze and Medea of how I hurt you? Will you continue this charade of love or hate me?
I can’t hate forever. If anything I pity you. You, who has been entrapped within a perfect world, without anyone by your side. You, who has never known happiness or love. George has never known about those wondrous emotions…he only mimics them. From who? Stargaze who was unhappy, bitter and cold even before you were born. Your mother? Medea who ignores with an upturned nose and hasn’t anything but vanity in her superficial mind. Or me? Songbird The unwanted one who has nothing…but whenever she’s in trouble you try and help. You can’t help but help me. Why? You think you love me.
You’re conscious aren’t you? You want to see what I feel for you. I’m sorry to disappoint you but I wont be by your side balling my eyes out saying over and over again how “I love you”.
I should have turned back. So many times. I’ve never loved you. This obsession you have with me makes me sick to my core, but you’ve never had anyone else.
I looked behind me. A tangent string in my heart wants you to stop pretending. If your wounds feel the air you’ll heal instead of fester in darkness…that sounds too much like Obsidian.
Obsidian. My soul tugs at me urgently. I see you in front of me grinning. Everything around you is radiant with life. You’ve healed. You’re eyes seem so bright, like little pools of moon lit water. You beckon me forward but then you disappear.
What’s going on? My mind asks frantically. A shadowy figure running right at me, snarling. it swipes a fist at me, I rise and hit it in the chest, no its just air. No. What’s happening? I see the world enveloped into darkness. Pain. Everywhere is such searing pain. I scream for someone, anyone to help me.
My body slams into something hard. It feels so far away now. My mind, body and soul are being torn apart. I scream again. I can’t feel the pain or my body anymore. I panic. My mind gropes for a connection to my body and it feels that my body somewhere is under violent convulsions. My soul steers me away. My mind and soul fix on something in the darkness. They rejoin and the world steadies in front of me, like a fog has been lifted. Slowly I see things; Auburn sky, yellow papery leaves, a bright red apple.
I’m in an orchard with two lovers. There embrace passionate but sad. My soul picks up there feelings; an intermingling of sorrow and love. Shes laughing and weeping, staring deeply into his eyes, shaking her head over and over.the man is in a blue syndicate uniform pale hands enveloping hers.
“I love you Diego” she whispers longingly.
He just looks at her for a second then slowly tears himself away. My heart feels there love bond being slowly broken.
“I have to go…” he says, unable to hide his grief. He walks away so slowly, it might have been a year I stood looking at them.
The girl collapses against a tree, worn hands covering her eyes.
My mind nudges me to another memory.for a moment I am lost in the black void again.then I see where I have been taken…
A frozen lake surrounded by towering green forest. A woman as white as snow stands defiantly in the middle as a dozen syndicate knights surround her. She wears red and gold, the colours of royalty. Slowly she turns, taunting the knights to take her on. I recognise her piercing gaze, she is the Queen Lovefair. Cruelty and maliciousness linger in her cold black eyes.
The man I just saw is creeping slowly behind her. His shield with the red dragon emblem of the syndicate. He holds a stubby wooden wand behind it.
The porcelain queen Lovefair screams. Rays of red light flash around her. A few of the knights slowly move back but the man continues to creep forward.
She raises her glass hands into the air, crossing her arms. A single red flame trickles from her arms. The man holds his wand out and mutters something under his breath. Lovefair screams as a blue flash of ice slashes her arm open but her arms remain in the air. She looks at the man, loathing etched into every inch of her face.
“scattermancer!” she shrieks.
The flame laughs then attacks the man. It slowly strangles the air from his lungs. In a moment he is dead. All sign of life gone. The other knights vanished.
I leave that sad…memory?
I’m drowning in darkness again. Then my mind rises to consciousness. A rush of warmth my greeting into life once again. Current Mood: meh...