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Angelina
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Date Posted: 20:20:32 09/10/06 Sun
In reply to:
Nobel Nomis LeBrandenburg
's message, "Re: revelation" on 09:01:54 03/21/06 Tue
"And...and what if I don't want to be your key? What if I don't want to split the world, huh?" Angie sat up, feeling her old spirit flare. It made her feel better - timidity was strange to her. It felt like an invader.
::Bana has no choice,:: replied the first voice. ::Bana cannot stop the regeneration, and she cannot escape us. She will be put in place when the time is ripe, and like a tiny wedge that splits a great boulder, Bana will open the world.::
Angie scowled, absently tonguing the gap where her right front tooth had been. "Well, since you've got us here in this cage, will you at least answer my questions?" The hole in her teeth made the s whistle.
There was a pause, and the little shivers of cool air that was the shadow-language passed over Angie's skin. ::There is no harm in the asking,:: the voice said at length. ::Ask, Bana.::
"Who are you?" she said at once, and was gratified by the strength in her voice.
::We are no one.:: The voice seemed to come from all around them, a hundred creatures whispering together. Angie refused to be intimidated.
"Alright, then...what are you? You said that you were born when the world split. So what are you?"
::Rivers of deep magic flow from the dreams of Father, of Old One. From the dream-magic rise the little creatures that grow and walk in the free air. Bana is a dream brought to light. We are nightmares left in shadow.::
Angie's skin broke out in goosebumps and she leaned into Nomis's comforting bulk. "So, you...are you from the Old One's subconscious, or something?"
::We are the thoughts even Father never dares to think. Latent, restless, roiling beneath the surface, trapped.... But the world was divided, and from the divide the magic leached, and we crawled into the world.::
"Does the Old One know about you?" Angie had an obscure idea that the dragon Father - whom she knew of - would sense the disturbance and take action.
::Bana should listen. If Father turns his thought to us, he gives us form, brings us into the river of dreams that flows into the waking world. Father dares not breathe light to his nightmares.::
"But that sounds like a conscious decision. How can he not think about you on purpose?"
::Bana knows so little of dreams. It is understandable, for Bana herself is a dream. Can Bana remember a nightmare she has never had?::
Angie frowned. "Of course not."
A dark chuckle. ::Ask.::
Angie was quiet. A question was growing inside her, like a malignant fruit ready to be picked, and she shied away from it in fear. But still it grew until it loomed over her darker than the blackness in which they lay, and she could not escape it. Clutching Nomis's fur, Angie hung her head and whispered, "Who am I? What am I?"
::What does Bana think that she is?::
Angie sniffed, trying not to tremble. "I'm...my name is Angelina Nothren."
::Does Bana think that her name defines her being?::
"I think it's important. ...Isn't it?" She winced internally at the blatant weakness.
::It is but a label.:: The voice was cold.
"Well, I...I'm a human child."
::Wrong.::
"What?" Angie stiffened, gripped by sudden terror. "What do you mean?"
::Bana is neither human nor a child. Bana does not know herself?::
"You're wrong! You're lying!" But Angie's voice held little strength - were these shadows capable of lying?
::Does Bana wish to know?::
"No! Leave me alone!" Angie buried her face in the fur of Nomis's shoulder, fighting against tears. "Just let me go...." she whispered.
::Very well.::
(light-years wheeling among the laughing stars)
Angie sat up fast with a scream in her throat and blood pounding in her ears. Then she threw herself down again, for she was surrounded by light, light that pierced her eyelids and hammered at her brain. She groaned, shaking and feeling queasy.
Then there was the touch of fur on her arm and she squinted, blinking rapidly as tears streamed from her eyes which had grown accustomed to the darkness. A bright blue blur was close beside her, and she felt the Silent Paw's limbs trembling. A dream? she wondered incoherently, but then felt the gap where her tooth had been.
"Nomis," she groaned. Where...?"
::You cannot escape us, Bana.::
She jerked, startled, but slowly blue grass was coming into focus around her. "What?"
::You carry us with you. Go where you will, but when the time comes you will be where we want you to be. There is no escape.::
"Go AWAY!" the girl shrieked, but the cold laughter rang in her mind.
::You carry us with you, Bana.::
Angie's head was slowly clearing. It was obvious that they were back in the Blue Valleys, but Angie did not recognize the place. "Nomis?" She pushed at his shoulder and peered owlishly at him, eyes still painful. "I still can't mind-speak. Can you talk?" The Paw shook his head slowly, confused. "Come on, snap out of it. We need to know where we are."
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