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Zszadist Ghardian
Zszadist... awaken... *The soft melodic female voice that stirred me from my sleep was like a soft caress to my senses yet it did not belong to mine Shellan. Cracking a lid open, I bolted straight up from the bed shocked to find a woman with long flowing dark hair and vibrant emerald eyes staring down at me. Her body was sheathed in a white flowing gown with an empress cut bodice. Gold band that resembled ivy snaked around her arms. My brows furrowed into a scowl as I took in this woman invading mine mated room* Who the fuck are you? *I growled, turning quickly to check on Bella. "Zszadist, it is time you no longer live with the wonder of what your life would have been like had the nanny taken you from thine parents' home." Her voice twinkled like bells throughout the room. I had to be dreaming. She stretched out her hand, "Come... see what thine wouldst have been like." I didn't have a chance to tell her to get the fuck out of my room when the scene around me changed and I was staring at a younger version of... Phury.
Phury Ghardian
*Sitting on the floor with my twin staring
back into the same citrine eyes as my own. My twin has the same face as mine,
we were in the midst of playing with some blocks that had been carved by hand.
Each one had a design on them. Zszadist was busily stacking the blocks on top
of each other as I laughed at him trying to knock them over once they are all
stacked. All at once Mahmen came in she picked up my brother and I to go to our
room.*
Zszadist Ghardian
*I turned to the woman as...shaking my
head as I realized what was in front of me...the younger version of what could
have been of Phury and me. The woman smiled softly and lifted her arm,
gesturing that I should follow them* Who are you? *My brows furrowed low over
my brows. Verily, she is not of the Chosen. "I am but a figment of your
dream, a messenger to guide you through the recesses of what could have been.
Zszadist for so long you have wondered yet closed your mind to what could have
been." She gestured her hand wide again, urging me to follow. My chest
expanding as I inhaled and exhaled sharply, I turned in the direction my mahmen
carried us out*
Phury Ghardian
*As Mahmen carries us I look at my twin,
wiggling to be let down as I do Zszadist watches me free myself from mahmen's
arms and he follow suit. We run around laughing and playing. Mahmen takes a
rest and watches us play. We finally collapse on the ground out of breath.
Curling up Mahmen picks us both up one at a time and returns us to our bed. The
feel of her hands resting lovingly on my head. Noticing when the feel of her
hand is no longer there, I know she is doing the same motion to my twin and
looking at both of her twin boys. I hear her murmur* "I love my boys and
you will one day be true males of worth." Curling up in a ball inching
closer to my twin so I can feel him next to me I fall sound asleep.*
Zszadist Ghardian
*Watching our Mahmen lovingly stroke our
heads hit me in the gut like a ton of bricks. This is what Phury had desired
for so long while I never really knew such love was possible until mine own
young. I stood watching the two blissfully sleeping under the protective roof
of our parents' home. The two never knew pain or loss of one. Phury never felt
the brutal blow of a parent who failed to acknowledge him. The female stepped
in front of me and smiled softly at the twins curled up on the bed. "Tis a
peaceful thing to see them this way. Yet there is more, Zszadist. There is much
more that you ponder about your youth." The scene shifted as the sleeping
forms of what could have been changed.*
Phury Ghardian
*Sitting at the table side by side to my
twin. From the back or front you really can not tell who is who. Our long wavy
mulitcolored hair though it does not really reach our backs as of yet. But
Zszadist and I are both scrawny teens, just waiting to transition. Watching as
the doggen prepares our breakfast. As Mahmen walks in she turns to us* "so
what will you boys be doing today?" *I look at my twin punching him on the
shoulder* what are we up for today mine brother. Mahmen smiles as she walks
over to ruffle both of our hair and she goes into the kitchen.*
Zszadist Ghardian
*Standing and watching as the pre-tran
versions of our former selves sit at the table, I can't help swallowing back a
choked sob. So many times when I worked in the Mistress' kitchen, I would see
siblings rough house with each other. The mischievous glint in our eyes as we
shovel in our food as mahmen leaves us to finish our breakfast has me wondering
what we would do after eating. Would we have gone out into the gardens to
wrestle? Just then a small girl with hair like our own toddles into the room
and sits at the table. Her dimpled cheeks cracking into a huge grin as she
looks at both of us. A sister! We had a chance to have another sibling!*
Phury Ghardian
*Our sister walks in and her citrine gaze
stops at me and my twin. She walks over to us and holds her arms up to me, I
pick her and prop her on my lap. As she stares back between both me and my
twin, her hand reaches out to touch both of our faces. She giggles and hugs
both me and Zszadist and puts her arms out to my twin. He pulls her onto his
lap and as he sits there holding here she runs her fingers though his hair. She
murmurs to him* " our hair is all the same" *He nods and looks over
in my direction,"yes it is sistermine." *Then she looks to him and
asks if we three could have a tea party. Patting her on her head as he scoots
the chair back and looks at me* "Come on Phury our sweet sister would like
to have tea." *I punch him on the shoulder well then mine brother we
should not disappoint her. As she grabs on to both of our hands her tiny one in
ours. Its hard to believe when we transition our hands will dwarf hers so much
more. She giggles as we head off in the direction of her room.*
Zszadist Ghardian
*I beat feet behind them, watching as the
sister that never came to be smiled up at brothers that never existed.
"She would have loved you both." the female murmured behind me as I
stopped in the doorway leading to the gardens. Our pre-trans forms fit easily
at the tiny table of our sister.* Her name? What is her name? *I asked turning
to the female. The soft smile crept upon her face as she regarded me.
"Serehnity. Your parents would have named her Serehnity. You would have
called her your little dove as she often brought peace between you two during
brotherly quarrels." I turned to watch as the three giggled over the
pretend tea and thoughts returned to my own young. How very much Serehnity
reminded me of my Nalla. "Come, there is much more for you to see,
Zszadist." The scene around me changed again and I found myself inside
Wrathh's study.*
Phury Ghardian
*As the brotherhood stands around the desk in
Wrathh's office. Our bodies all huge in comparison to each others. Zszadist
standing opposite from me. At first look we are matching book ends. Our
fighting stances the same matching each other tit for tat, we fight with the
same vigor and are extremely brutal. Looking at the brothers all assembled
around though the one that is no longer there is our brother Darius. Shaking my
head to dislodge the idea that he is no longer with us and has gone into the
fade. As the growl emanates from our King's throat I am pulled further from my
thoughts.* " I will not let the lessers fuck with us any longer. Now we
must all do what we must to eradicate this sitch." *Daggers in hand we all
do a battle cry especially for our lost brother.*
Zszadist Ghardian
*We stood shoulder to shoulder, our long
hair cascading down our backs as we plagued our allegiance to our king. It was
then that my image turned and the profile took me by surprise. My face was the
mirror of my twin. The permanent scowl I bore for so long, no longer creasing
my familiar. I was as I always should have been...whole. I turned to the female
and asked the one question that only mattered* What of Bella? Is she in this
life?
Phury Ghardian
*Once the meeting with our king was
officially over and we received our usual fighting schedules and commenced on
our way out of the office. Pausing at the door to wait for my twin.* come on
let's go get a place at the table for first meal. *We all laughed and joked as
we made our way down past the hall of statues. I see Fritz come in through the
front carrying two heavy boxes. As he struggled with them I met him in two even
strides. Gently taking the boxes from him I was suddenly aware that my twin was
beside me as well. Zszadist took the other one and as we smiled we went in
search of a place to put these and get some food. At the meal we all discussed
ways of how we would rid the world of our enemy. The food and drink were
plenty. Looking around the table as we all joked stared back at me some of the
fiercest fighters the brotherhood had.*
Zszadist Ghardian
*As the brotherhood left the study, she
turned to me with a sad wistful smile upon her face. "Verily, no you
wouldst be without your shellan. The mate you would have been withst would not
have fared the love you hast now." She shook her head, the dark waves
following around her much like Bella's. I swallowed hard and backed away from
her* And Phury would he have had his addiction? Would he have ever smoked Red
Smoke? *Her smile was kind yet sad. "Nay, your twin would never have had
his demons. He wouldst have carried on as a male of his worth should." Her
eyes bore into mine with a knowing look. "He would have been whole,
Zszadist, never to have known what it twas like to lose a limb" The
revelation was nearly sickening. On one hand my twin and I would have been
whole, never to have the bullshit fate has dealt at our feet, yet on the other
hand, we would not have our shellans.* Why the fuck are you showing me this?
*She shook her head again and held out her arms akimbo. "So you could see
what could have been, Z." Suddenly the scene changes and I am in the
middle of a dark alley. The sound of a fight rents the air and I turn my head
just in time to see Phury and me fighting a couple of lessers*
Phury Ghardian
*The sweet sickly smell invades my nose as my
brother and I fight off the lessers. I stab one and hear the pop crackle noise
and see another one come for me. Standing up with a grin on my face I run at
him then kick him square in the chest and watch him bounce off the wall. Just
as I head for him I am suddenly jerked back by my hair to stare in the face of
a barely visible face covered by a cowboy hat. As he looks at me the sneer on
his face is evident that he feels he has a victory in his hands. In a country
twang I hear him yell to the others* "hey I's got me a live one
here." *I can see my twin fighting with another and I can tell he is trying
to get ride of him. I turn to look back in the cowboys face and he has a gun
leveled at my head. The fear registers in my face as he pulls the trigger.....*
Zszadist Ghardian
PHURY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Running full
speed to save mine twin as the hammer cocks and the bullet blasts through his
head, his body slumping to his knees and then face forward onto the hard
pavement. Cocking my fist back to take out the lesser, my hand goes right
through his face as the rage pours out of my scream. My scream intermingled
with the horrific scream of my image. Falling down onto my knees next to Phury,
my hand reaching out to stroke his head the harried footsteps of my
doppelganger falls behind me as the Zszadist I could have been falls in agony
next to our twin. His head is thrown back in a scream as he lifts Phury's head
onto his lap. Unseeing eyes stare blankly back at me and I have to swallow the
bile rising in my throat* Phury, no Phury! My twin! *My own words mirror that of
the male in front of me just as the light touch of the female reaches my
shoulder. "Zszadist, hast thou seen enough?" With a slight nod of my
head as I stare at mine twin's body, I am suddenly jolted awake. Sitting up in
mine mated bed, I reach to brush the moisture covering my face* Fuck... *The
urge to beat feet out of bed and check on my twin hits me and I am across the
room when the sound of Bella stirring stops me. "Nallum? What is it?"
Running back and throwing myself into her arms, I hold on tight as the images
of the dream flicker through my mind.* Ah nalla...it was just a dream.
Phury Ghardian
*The bullet enters my head and ricochets of
my skull. The pain is excruciating and I feel a slow tear slide down my face.
The cold hard pavement slowly finds my knees as they give out then my head hits
with a thud to the ground. As I drift off I can hear my twin screaming my name
in a panic and I try to scream for him but the only sound is in my head. I hear
muffled noises but do not know where they come from, the sound of the lesser
dying at the hands of my twin is somewhat satisfying. It is as if I am heading
towards the fade but I can still feel my twin stroking my long hair as his
blood curdled screams echo in my head. As I feel myself drifting further away I
suddenly jolt straight up in bed.The sheets are wet and tangled and I am
dripping sweat. I wipe my face and pat the bed to feel for Cormia she stirs and
mumbles,* go back to bed Mia. *A strong feeling to call my twin and just hear
his voice but then a soft touch stops me..... As she rolls over and looks in my
face* it was just a dream no worries. *As she takes my face in her hands and
kisses me gently. I wrap my arms back around her and nestle my face into her
soft skin and breathe in her scent.*~
XOXO!!
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