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Date Posted: 20:10:49 09/18/10 Sat
Author: Page2
Subject: It's been a long time....>>>
Hi all,
Therapy has done wonders. I still have good/bad days but mostly good ones. Was a long painful road but the hand is on the mend and hopefully getting my groove back. Haven't written (anything) since that last post here that is until the past couple of days. I tried editing but I don't think I'm ready to go back to Remembrance yet so I started back on Seren's Angel. I'm looking for feedback (of any sort) for what I'm about to post. Some of you may remember the post from awhile ago but I edited that and well... I'll post it and see what you all think. Want to get back into the homework assignments and just start writing. I missed it. Crazy not being able to fully function and wondering if you'll ever be able to again. Thankfully, I have and it gets better each day.
Welcome back Page and Deb, u so rock - going back to school and working. It's hard - been there but all worth it in the end. Good Luck! I hope everyone else is doing well?
Thanks in advance for the feedback and can't wait to jump back into the groove of things. :-)
Steph
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SEREN'S ANGEL....>>> -- Page2, 20:24:25 09/18/10 Sat
Prologue
I’m sure when he was born his eyes were gray, but at age two, they were what they should be, a crystalline blue. A shade so light that one felt compelled to look, to see if there truly was color. Then one became mesmerized, almost hypnotized by the stare. But not me, I knew what it meant and was immune. His parents called him John. A simple, common enough name but there was nothing simple or common about him. Of course, they didn’t know that, but I did. I was sent here to find him.
My quest is simple: spin a dream and catch a soul. Dreams are easy; sometimes even fun. Catching souls isn’t. I’ll admit it, I hate it. But, it comes with who I am. My name is Angel. I’ve been around for thousands of years, watching, spinning and catching. I’m a dream weaver and a soul catcher. To young John, I’ll inevitably be his friend or his worst nightmare. Of course he could surprise me and be different than the others. I hope he is. I want to believe.
The mystics assure me John is different. He’s the one; this is Seren. The one I have been looking for. I have my doubts. I’ve spun way too many dreams then captured the souls only to find they were middlers, spirits that are learning but haven’t truly progressed, or worse, one of the no-goods, evil if you will.
The great battle is coming. We need Seren to come home and train the new souls but he has been elusive. Long ago he shined brightly amongst us, a pure heart, enlightened mind with powers that reigned supreme but his spirit desired something else. He wanted to become human and learn. I knew Seren well – too well – I begged him not to leave. The trials and tribulations of being human would change him. He might not come back, I had told him. Seren said he’d be back even more enlightened but that was thousands of years ago and I’ve been searching for his soul ever since.
Now, I sit in this dingy restaurant looking through the eyes of a deceased middler and watch young John. The signs are there: the trademark eyes, the crescent moon birthmark on the hand, even the way he holds himself. Two-year-old humans’ babble, make messes, cry, run and giggle amongst other things. They do not sit complacently in a high chair and people watch.
Were the mystics right? After all these years, could it really be Seren? I observed the child while I slurped my coffee. It could be him. The aura surrounding John was quite bright. I wonder if the child can see me hidden within this middler’s body. If it was Seren, and he remembered me then recognition should show in his magnificent eyes. There’s only one way to know for sure, I thought as I scooted out of the booth and stood.
The family sat near the back, close to the bathroom. If I could maneuver past this one waitress, the child should see me for sure. Drawing near, the child turned and cast a glance in my direction. Hmmm, his aura changed colors when he noticed me. John is smiling. The skin in the corners of his eyes and lips crinkle as I approach him. Kneeling down I peer into the depths of his crystal eyes and smile back. It’s him, the mystics were right. Would his auld power work? Could he still speak with his mind, I wondered. “Seren is that you?”
Two events occurred then: one, the child put his hands to his ears and began to shriek; and two, wraiths were here. I felt the extreme drop in temperature and their evil filth permeated the room. If they were here, that could only mean one thing. John and I were in trouble. I turned quick and saw them. There were two; invisible to the human’s eyes but not mine. They clustered around two policemen sitting at the front of the small diner eating their lunch. In less than a second they encapsulated one of the men. I watched as the man stood up and shot his partner in the head.
It’s starting already; infliction and madness. I heard the screams and the sound of gunfire as the policeman began shooting. My only thought: save Seren. I felt a bullet tear into my back as I stood and turned in an attempt to cover the child but it had been futile. As I looked down, John’s sightless eyes stared back at me; Seren was gone. And so was I when the cop stood over me, placed the gun to my head and pulled the trigger.
~ ~ ~
Chaos reigned supreme in the ether zone. A dark void filled with nothingness, where a soul doesn’t exist on any plane. I watch the souls now from the diner. They are confused. It is too early for them to come into the ether. They buzz around my light - I can’t help them. Other catchers are coming, they will help them before the wrong-ones come, there’s still time for collection. However, I need to find Seren before he jumps.
I float through the dark and find his bright essence helping a troubled soul. Seren will jump soon. He cannot stay in the ether; his light attracts the wrong-ones. To bring him home in my net was not something I wanted to do, but would if he refused my plea. There are no voices in the ether, only thoughts. I projected to Seren and his light wavered.
“Seren, it is time for you to come home. The great battle is coming. Your services are needed to teach and prepare the young ones. It is time.” I watched as his light grew bright then dimmed as he decided what his answer would be. “Seren please…knowledge of humans will not aid us. You are needed in true home.” His light became very bright. I watched as more lost souls moved towards him, a beacon in the dark void.
“I cannot. There is still time and so much more to learn amongst the humans.”
My essence ignited and sparkled in a rainbow of colors then burned bright in a power of white luminescence. I was unfurling my net. Seren knew this. His power surged and a bolt of light came in my direction as I unleashed my net on him. Two things happened: My net only caught Seren partially, and the force from his lightning arc sent me spiraling. He could not jump as part of his essence was connected to me, entangled within my net. With Seren attached, I sailed through the dark until the power surge waned and we came to a halt.
“Sometimes my Angel, all is not what it seems. You will learn as I do,” Seren projected.
I watched as his light glowed bright then dimmed. Before I could respond, an intense light wavered then settled around Seren and me. He was jumping. I felt the jolt of his immense energy hit me then watched as he disappeared from the ether. A nanosecond later, so did I.
~ ~ ~
I find myself constricted, in a place small, narrow and dark. I hear loud noises, it hurts. Voices. I can hear voices mixed in with the other sounds. Where am I? This is not the ether or true home. What did Seren say? Why can’t I remember? The constriction around me tightens; I push away from it. The noise becomes almost deafening. Whooshes, gurgles, thumps and the sound of voices. What are the voices saying? It’s all so garbled. With each tightening wave, I push. I move and twist as I see light ahead. Is it Seren’s, I wonder? Faster movement now, perhaps this is another way to true home? I need to find Seren. I am being pushed and propelled to the light. I am going home.
“It’s a girl. You have a beautiful girl,” a voice says as a whoosh of air fills my lungs. I blink my eyes against the bright fluorescent light as my mind races in wonderment and fear. I’m a new light. I’ve been born. Oh Seren, what did you do?
Chapter 1
How she always loved coming here, a refuge in a crazy world that couldn’t seem to accept her. How many times had she wandered along the waters edge ducking under the many willow trees that seemed to weep and bow their branches over the small man-made lake? Lost in thoughts and daydreams she had traversed the many small paved roads, stopping every now and again to smell the flowers that had been planted along the paths edges. This used to be her place of solace; the quietness stilled her mind. Nobody judged or criticized her here; if anything, they wanted her help. This place understood her, why couldn’t everyone else? With her back against the tree trunk Emma pulled her knees up to her chest and leaned her head against the tree. A heavy sadness filled her as her gaze took in the marbleized stones, granite monoliths and cement crosses. Lakeside Cemetery used to be beautiful, but not anymore. Nothing would ever be beautiful in her world again.
“Momma, are you here?” A soft wind blew, gently caressing her face. “I warned you. Why didn’t you listen?” Burying her head into her hands she whispered as her tears fell. “I need you momma. I can’t take it anymore.” Emma felt the wind lift her hair. She looked up to see shadows around her then heard their whispers. She ignored them. All was dark in her world now that momma was gone. There was no happy light left in her anymore and she couldn’t help them. Emma sniffed. Hell, I can’t even help myself. She had tried to go on without her mother but she didn’t know how to survive. Dammit, she was tired of trying. Without Momma here to buffer her from the cruel world, how was she to manage? Emma swiped the tears from her face on her sleeve then stared at the small, granite heart that marked her mother’s new home.
Johanna Martha Brennan
A loving mother
Born: May 1, 1964 Died: October 31, 2009
It shouldn’t have happened. She had warned her; stayed all day with her even. Yet, it still happened. She’d gone over the day a thousand times in her mind. Momma stayed inside all day. Emma had left her alone only once to use the bathroom. That was when momma had yelled to her, ‘gotta get the mail, be right back.’ Emma knew in that moment, that it was going to happen. She had run after her mother just in time to see the dream, that had plagued her for months, become a reality. The speeding black car, her mother being hit then flying through the air to land with a thud on the dark pavement. As she had foreseen, Emma had been with her at the end, cradling her mother’s broken body and sobbing.
The car had never stopped it had kept on speeding down Lake Road. The police never found the car or driver, but that hadn’t mattered to her anyways. The happy light inside in her had gone out when her momma died. Finding the person who did this wouldn’t bring her back, so it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore. Emma was all alone and scared.
Since that tragic day over a year ago her world had gone topsy-turvy. All her dreams were now plagued of a world in complete chaos and it frightened her. Who could she tell? It wasn’t like she had any friends. Nobody had ever understood or cared about the weird girl? Momma had been her best and only friend, her protector. Emma looked up at the gray sky and blinked back tears.
Dark shadows lurked everywhere now and her visions had increased. Emma shivered. The prophetic dreams came every night and she knew she couldn’t stop any of it from happening, nor did she want too. “I’m tired momma. I want it to end.” Emma glanced down at her hands resting in her lap. In one hand she gripped pink roses, in the other, a knife. She stood up and walked the short distance to her mother’s grave site. Emma bent over and placed the roses on the grass then sat down and leaned her back against the cold stone. She stared at the silver blade for a moment then brought it to her wrist. It was time.
Around her the shadows loomed larger, hopping from stone to stone, coming closer. The soft whispers before now became a loud, jumbled mass of sound; pleas for help and also laughter. Covering her ears she rocked back and forth. She didn’t want to hear them; she was done, empty. In a few minutes she and would be of no use to them or anyone as she would become one of them; a spirit but one that hopefully found it’s place. Emma wanted her mother and to be at rest. A wry chuckle escaped her lips as she thought, used up at twenty-years-old. How pathetic and sad is that?
“Very!”
Emma turned her head quickly towards the sound but saw no one. “Who’s there?” Silence. No buzz from the spirits, chirping birds or even the sound of the wind was there. It was as if no sound existed. Emma clenched her teeth. Was she imagining this? A voice had spoken. She stood up to get a better look at the cemetery. She didn’t want to be found until she was gone. If someone was nearby… “Hello,’ she asked. Still no response or sounds. With a shrug, she sat back down and picked up the blade, placing it against her neck. One quick rip against the jugular and within minutes she’d be gone. Ok, one, two...she pressed the steel tip into her skin and winced.
“Are you sure you want to do that?”
Emma brought the blade down and looked around. Annoyed she searched the cemetery again only this time she spied a man dressed in black leaning against the willow tree that she had sat by earlier. Where did he come from? She blinked. He was still there, staring and smiling at her. Who are you? And why do you care, she thought casting the man an angry glance.
“I care a lot about you Emma.” He pushed off the tree and walked towards her. When he neared he bowed in umbrage then stood upright and smiled.
How does he know me, she wondered? He didn’t frighten her. In fact she was curious as she looked up at his crystal blue eyes? They seemed to shimmer in the fading sunlight, she noticed. He looked human but yet, he felt like the spirit shadows did. They shared a disconnect to the environment around them – there but not there. This man had the same essence about him but yet he was flesh and blood. Was it possible?
“Yes. It’s possible.”
With mouth agape she stared at him in wonderment then whispered. “You can hear my thoughts.” His broad grin gave her his answer. “Who are you?”
“My name is Percival but you can call me Percy.”
“Let me rephrase that. What are you,” Emma asked.
“Exactly what you thought - a spirit in human form I am what we call a middler. An angel who is using a deceased human’s physical shell. Why you wonder?” He grinned. “Most humans deal better speaking to another human when they’re in trouble.” His eyes glanced down at her hand holding the knife then back to her face. “And you my dear appear to be in trouble.”
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So glad to have you back! -- Debi, 22:01:34 09/18/10 Sat
Hooray for therapy! I am an idiot for working and schooling simultaneously, but there's no other way it's going to happen. I still owe you a reading of the rest of your story and I have time off this week coming up so I'll be getting to that. Hooray for time off from work!
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This story just keeps gettign better! -- debikm, 10:46:47 09/23/10 Thu
I love how this is going. I've always been a sucker for those across-time-and-space secret mission kind of stories. Your mythos is your own, but it follows the accepted ideas about sould and reincarnation enough to make it familiar. And that she doesn't remember anything makes the mystery unfold for us all at the same time. Great stuff!!
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Re: This story just keeps gettign better! -- Page2, 23:00:32 09/23/10 Thu
Thanks Debi. I'm excited to be back into the saddle again. I've even entered the Nano's (aaaccckk what did I do?) 50,000words in 1 month. I think I can, I think I can. Wait, I know I can, I know I can. LOL Well, I'm going to give it the old college try. At the very least I should come out with something more than I have now. Right?
No worries on the critting of Rememberance as I know you are busy with school and all. Which, seriously, KUDOS! Been there and it isn't easy but you shall persevere. YOU CAN DO IT!!!
Now I'm off to gander at the HW assignment. I'm going to do character assessment methinks.
Thanks again!
Steph
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You're welcome! -- 
debikm, 00:23:32 09/24/10 Fri
>Thanks Debi. I'm excited to be back into the saddle
>again. I've even entered the Nano's (aaaccckk what
>did I do?) 50,000words in 1 month. I think I can, I
>think I can. Wait, I know I can, I know I can. LOL
>Well, I'm going to give it the old college try. At
>the very least I should come out with something more
>than I have now. Right?
I plan on joining, however, with school, I dunno. I have Thanksgiving week off from work so I could really kick into gear. God knows I did that last year. I wrote about half of it in the last two days.
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>No worries on the critting of Rememberance as I know
>you are busy with school and all. Which, seriously,
>KUDOS! Been there and it isn't easy but you shall
>persevere. YOU CAN DO IT!!!
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>Now I'm off to gander at the HW assignment. I'm going
>to do character assessment methinks.
Even though I like stories, things like the character assessment help SO much. I've done it for Valerie, now wondering if I should do it for Molly or Rayne.
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>Thanks again!
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>Steph
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