-An idea for a story. Copyright: Psychotic__Gal-
Hope’s head still lie on her pillow. Traveling often took much energy, almost as much as it took to first go into the body. While she slept, she dreamed of times passed.
The early twelfth century. It was the Italian country side. Hope had been known as Bianca then. She’d fallen in love…Yes, this was close to her period of slumber.
…Anger glared over at the human form of Hope—Bianca. “Why won’t you love me?” He growled. Bianca would look anywhere but at him. She avoided him. “I just…” She began, “I just can’t. Why don’t you understand that I am—“ She blinked, sucking in a breath and stopped herself from saying the words. The words I am already in love.
“Why can’t I understand that you are what, Bianca?” Anger yelled.
“It is noth—“
“Don’t tell me it was nothing!”
“But it—“
“TELL ME!”
“I’M IN LOVE WITH ANOTHER PERSON!” Bianca gasped. She was never good under pressure. Anger’s countenance cooled. So this was his legendary ice temper. “I…I am in love with someone else…” Bianca stated, her eyes tearing up.
“I heard.” Anger said quietly. She could see his hands shaking. “Well, who is it?”
“It’s…nobody special..He’s just a village bo—“ She was interrupted yet again by the entrance of a new body. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
“Good afternoon, Bianca.” Came Ciro’s voice; Bianca’s eyes darted from him back to Anger. Anger blinked before intelligence sparkled in his eyes. He muttered a harsh name, looking at Bianca to make sure she knew that it was her he intended the remark to go to.
“I see now, fair Bianca, fair Hope.” Anger sneered, “You fell in love with a mortal…With your familiar.” His bitter laugh rang across the room. Bianca’s eyes shut. Obviously she never intended to tell Ciro her true feelings.
The laughing was cut short and a low hiss was replaced, Bianca’s crystal blue eyes opened. Ciro punched Anger. “How dare you.” Ciro said, his voice boomed across the room.
“Ciro…calm down.” Hope whispered but it was too late. Anger’s sword gutted the other man before she had time to react. “CIRO!” She cried, “Anger, why would...why would you do this?” Anger looked first agast that he even pierced Ciro but then his face twisted in another sneer.
“Because he was no longer needed.” Anger stated simply, he walked out the door.
Immediately after Anger left, Bianca was on her knees, trying to tend to Ciro’s wounds. Ciro was unconscious…he would soon be dead. “PANDORA!” Bianca shouted, impassioned, “PANDORA HELP ME!”
“I can’t..” Came the soft voice, “He’s dying..”
“But..But Anger..he broke the rules. He killed my familiar.” Bianca was crying.
“Should I punish you as well, my sweet?” the reply
“Anything to save—“
“hope, this is not something I can change…You…you are holding a corpse in your bloodied hands. A lifeless, soulless corpse. You know I cannot bring the dead to life again.”
“But you can..” Bianca sobbed, “You..you’ve done it before…”
“In times of need…When an emotion dies, I can restore them. This man was mortal.” The point of this was not to soothe Bianca; the point was to explain. “You have a job to do, Hope. Do not let this incident get in your way.” The voice and presence in Bianca’s mind faded. Bianca sobbed.
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The funeral was small. The grave marker was placed. All went on. With all of her might, Hope tried to do her job, tried to not think about Ciro. Anger never came around anymore. Hope was alone. She saw the whispers, the darting glances. She read behind the words “Are you okay?” But she, decidedly, ignored it all. Focus on the task at hand. The nights were long and full of twisted tales…they were hard to get past. Her mind became a battleground.
“You’re slipping.” Pandora’s voice finally came, sadly.
“I…I can’t help it.”
Pandora sighed, “It’s natural. An emotion has a familiar because the Emotion needs times of rest from the world. You are bottling up the despair of yourself while trying to give others a…superficial hope. You keep hope for the others but not yourself. Time and time again it has been proven that emotions need familiars to thrive. To live, even.”
“So why didn’t you just kill me too?” Hope asked, her voice was hollow.
“To see..if you could push past it. You loved him very much.”
“Yes.”
“I am going to end this suffering for the time being.”
“How? You can’t kill me.”
“I am going to put you back into my box…back to sleep.”
“What will the world think when hope is gone?”
“It won’t be…you need to create children. Remember the ancient ritual?”
“Yes.” Hope sighed and concentrated. She uttered a few Greek words. “A week…In a week one child will be born baring the temporary mark of hope…another week will pass and another child will be born…and so on until there are seven.”
“Good. Are you ready?”
“I…yes I am.” Bianca shuddered; she lied down and drifted to sleep. Her spirit started to drift from the body. Hope’s spirit was curled up in a tight ball. Waves of emotions flickered off of her body like sound waves. Every emotional feeling was letting itself out. Hope’s body was not purely hope yet…it might become that after she slept.
“How..How long will I be asleep?” Hope asked, drifting toward the box.
“Not too long…” Pandora answered vaguely.
“How long is that?”
“When your familiar comes back.”
“Oh.” Hope was soothed. She lied down on the floor of the box and her eyes gently closed as the lid of the box closed.
“Everything will be fine.” Pandora told herself quietly.
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Hope—or rather Faina—awoke with a gasp. She shuddered in the pain of the memory. Anger…Hope’s familiar..everything. She started to tear up before she grasped what this meant. She sat up straight in her bed.
“My familiar is back.” She realized with a jolt of hope.
 psychotic__Gal · Mon Oct 06, 2008 @ 07:17pm · 1 Comments |
