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rainbowfic2014-01-11 12:55 pm
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Pearls of wisdom 13 - Seed beads - Glitter
Name: Kana
Title: Broken mirror
Story: Memories once stolen
Characters: Alex
Colors: Pearls of wisdom 13. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk
Supplies and Styles: seed beads – Glitter (Fight)
Word count: 1218
Rating: PG
Summary: Alex becoming a guard of the King
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Random prompt used : There was glass all over the floor
He watches her. Watches over her. She might not know it. She does not know it. But he’s protecting her. She’ll hate him, soon enough. And mistrust him. And… But he’ll keep protecting her. For the memory of his older brother. He will not fail her again. Will not fail him again. He will not fail…
Closing his eyes for a second, before he turns around. There is only one way… One way to…
Looking down at his hands, he notices they are trembling. His breathing a little ragged, as if he has just run. It shouldn’t surprise him. He’s scared. Of course he is scared. He knew he’d be scared. He just hadn’t expected it to show this clearly.
Taking a deep breath he forces himself to calm down. He needs to calm down. Needs to be calm. Needs to…
Biting the inside of his lip he starts walking. There isn’t an easy way. This just needs to be done. Now… Another deep breath. And shielding his emotions. He cannot let the King know that he still remembers everything. The others involved with the uprise, they don’t remember a thing. They don’t remember the fight. They don’t remember their capture or the fact that he betrayed them. They don’t remember the torture and Rafael who got erased. They don’t remember anything…
He tries not to shiver when he passes the guards at the gate, tries to look confident and sure of himself. For a second he is surprised that they let him pass. He tries not to show it though.
It’s with a determined step that he mounts the stairs to the palace. He doesn’t flinch when a magician of the King awaits him at the top even if he hadn’t seen him. Even if the sudden appearance startled him.
“Come.”
A raspy voice. As if it has been years ago since he last used it.
Their steps echo loud through the hallway. It makes him nervous. The silence. It scares him.
The magician stops in front of a huge golden door. It takes the two guards in front of it a great deal of strength to open it. Blinking Alex looks into the room when the doors are finally open. The King, sitting on his throne. Surrounded by magicians.
Looking aside, he sees his accompanist jerk his head, indicating that he has to step inside. So he does as he’s told. Walking, pretending to be confident, until he’s standing in front of the King. The tyrant… The one who erased his brother. The one who tortured him. The one who makes everybody suffer. The one he is going to work for…
“So, you want to become a guard?”
He can hear something in the King’s voice. He doesn’t know what it is, but there is something…
“Yes My Lord.”
He quickly bows his head a little.
“Why would you want to become one of my guards?”
It’s obvious now. The tone of his voice. Mistrust. And curiousness. And knowing…
Looking back up, careful to avoid looking directly into the King’s eyes – he would be punished immediately for that – he allows a little of confusion to slip through.
“My King?”
He can see the sign he gives one of his Magicians. And he braces himself. Knowing what is about to happen. He will be scanned. Will be measured. Will be tested. No physical test. Not even a psychological test. Just a magical test.
Without warning he feels how the Magician enters his mind. Searching for the prove that he has indeed forgotten everything, probing through his memories. Searching also for signs of betrayal. Searching for plans of betrayal. Searching for honesty…
He’s lucky he has long ago learned how to shield his thoughts and emotions. He also knows it is a gift given to only few of them. Not even all Magicians have that gift. Not even the King has it…
It’s over again soon. And he can barely suppress a relieved sigh when he hears the Magician whisper a soft “He’s okay.”
He has been tested and approved. He has forgotten everything. Or so they think.
“One of the guards will take you to the training’s field. You will be tested there. When they approve, you can join my ranks.”
One wave of his hand and Alex knows he’s dismissed. When he looks aside, one of the guards is already standing next to him. Another test, he knows. He knows he passed it when he didn’t flinch or even looked surprised.
They walk in silence, once more their steps echoing loudly through the hallway. It’s a short walk to the training’s field. There are about ten guards waiting for him. Expressionless. It doesn’t matter to him, that he is here. It won’t matter to them if he fails or succeeds. They don’t… feel…
“Your test is simple. Don’t get hit.”
It’s the only warning he gets before the other guards suddenly start moving. They attack, all at once. They come from his left side, from his right, and from right in front of him. He deflects the first attack pure out of instinct. Reflex. Survival reflex. The next guard doesn’t wait until he is recovered. The attacks follow each other up. Fast. One right after the other. Without pause, without a break.
He almost smiles when he gets into the rhythm. His brother has taught him well…
He can’t say how much time has passed when they finally stop. Neither of them show any sign of weakness, of being tired, their breathing still regular. But then again, neither does he. He can see it in their eyes, despite being emotionless and expressionless, there is a glitter of being impressed. Just for a second.
“You’re in. We’ll give you your red cape this evening. When you are formally introduced to our King as new guard.”
He bows his head, nodding once.
“We’ll show you your room. Tomorrow we’ll send someone to your home to pick up the rest of your belongings. Take a rest. We’ll come to get you for the inauguration later this evening.”
Once more he nods. Knowing he isn’t required to speak up. They don’t expect an answer.
Five minutes later he is alone in his new room. His new home. And for the first time that evening, he allows himself to shiver.
Looking aside he sees himself stare back at him. A mirror. Plain and simple. The glass almost shining. His eyes narrow and he balls his hands to fists. Feeling how his nails almost pierce his flesh.
Alex turns his head away again, seeing a wooden mug on the table. Without a thought he picks it up, weighting it. Before raising his arm and throwing it full force against the mirror. The glass cracks immediately, shattering, pieces falling on the ground.
If there is one thing he cannot stand for the moment. It is his reflection. He cannot stand himself. All the betrayal. All the people he has hurt. Is about to hurt.
Closing his eyes, thinking of his parents. His mother is going to be devastated when she hears the news. He can already see her tears…
“I hate you.”
A soft whisper, to the emptiness of the room. He doesn’t even know if he’s talking about the King, or himself…
Title: Broken mirror
Story: Memories once stolen
Characters: Alex
Colors: Pearls of wisdom 13. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk
Supplies and Styles: seed beads – Glitter (Fight)
Word count: 1218
Rating: PG
Summary: Alex becoming a guard of the King
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Random prompt used : There was glass all over the floor
He watches her. Watches over her. She might not know it. She does not know it. But he’s protecting her. She’ll hate him, soon enough. And mistrust him. And… But he’ll keep protecting her. For the memory of his older brother. He will not fail her again. Will not fail him again. He will not fail…
Closing his eyes for a second, before he turns around. There is only one way… One way to…
Looking down at his hands, he notices they are trembling. His breathing a little ragged, as if he has just run. It shouldn’t surprise him. He’s scared. Of course he is scared. He knew he’d be scared. He just hadn’t expected it to show this clearly.
Taking a deep breath he forces himself to calm down. He needs to calm down. Needs to be calm. Needs to…
Biting the inside of his lip he starts walking. There isn’t an easy way. This just needs to be done. Now… Another deep breath. And shielding his emotions. He cannot let the King know that he still remembers everything. The others involved with the uprise, they don’t remember a thing. They don’t remember the fight. They don’t remember their capture or the fact that he betrayed them. They don’t remember the torture and Rafael who got erased. They don’t remember anything…
He tries not to shiver when he passes the guards at the gate, tries to look confident and sure of himself. For a second he is surprised that they let him pass. He tries not to show it though.
It’s with a determined step that he mounts the stairs to the palace. He doesn’t flinch when a magician of the King awaits him at the top even if he hadn’t seen him. Even if the sudden appearance startled him.
“Come.”
A raspy voice. As if it has been years ago since he last used it.
Their steps echo loud through the hallway. It makes him nervous. The silence. It scares him.
The magician stops in front of a huge golden door. It takes the two guards in front of it a great deal of strength to open it. Blinking Alex looks into the room when the doors are finally open. The King, sitting on his throne. Surrounded by magicians.
Looking aside, he sees his accompanist jerk his head, indicating that he has to step inside. So he does as he’s told. Walking, pretending to be confident, until he’s standing in front of the King. The tyrant… The one who erased his brother. The one who tortured him. The one who makes everybody suffer. The one he is going to work for…
“So, you want to become a guard?”
He can hear something in the King’s voice. He doesn’t know what it is, but there is something…
“Yes My Lord.”
He quickly bows his head a little.
“Why would you want to become one of my guards?”
It’s obvious now. The tone of his voice. Mistrust. And curiousness. And knowing…
Looking back up, careful to avoid looking directly into the King’s eyes – he would be punished immediately for that – he allows a little of confusion to slip through.
“My King?”
He can see the sign he gives one of his Magicians. And he braces himself. Knowing what is about to happen. He will be scanned. Will be measured. Will be tested. No physical test. Not even a psychological test. Just a magical test.
Without warning he feels how the Magician enters his mind. Searching for the prove that he has indeed forgotten everything, probing through his memories. Searching also for signs of betrayal. Searching for plans of betrayal. Searching for honesty…
He’s lucky he has long ago learned how to shield his thoughts and emotions. He also knows it is a gift given to only few of them. Not even all Magicians have that gift. Not even the King has it…
It’s over again soon. And he can barely suppress a relieved sigh when he hears the Magician whisper a soft “He’s okay.”
He has been tested and approved. He has forgotten everything. Or so they think.
“One of the guards will take you to the training’s field. You will be tested there. When they approve, you can join my ranks.”
One wave of his hand and Alex knows he’s dismissed. When he looks aside, one of the guards is already standing next to him. Another test, he knows. He knows he passed it when he didn’t flinch or even looked surprised.
They walk in silence, once more their steps echoing loudly through the hallway. It’s a short walk to the training’s field. There are about ten guards waiting for him. Expressionless. It doesn’t matter to him, that he is here. It won’t matter to them if he fails or succeeds. They don’t… feel…
“Your test is simple. Don’t get hit.”
It’s the only warning he gets before the other guards suddenly start moving. They attack, all at once. They come from his left side, from his right, and from right in front of him. He deflects the first attack pure out of instinct. Reflex. Survival reflex. The next guard doesn’t wait until he is recovered. The attacks follow each other up. Fast. One right after the other. Without pause, without a break.
He almost smiles when he gets into the rhythm. His brother has taught him well…
He can’t say how much time has passed when they finally stop. Neither of them show any sign of weakness, of being tired, their breathing still regular. But then again, neither does he. He can see it in their eyes, despite being emotionless and expressionless, there is a glitter of being impressed. Just for a second.
“You’re in. We’ll give you your red cape this evening. When you are formally introduced to our King as new guard.”
He bows his head, nodding once.
“We’ll show you your room. Tomorrow we’ll send someone to your home to pick up the rest of your belongings. Take a rest. We’ll come to get you for the inauguration later this evening.”
Once more he nods. Knowing he isn’t required to speak up. They don’t expect an answer.
Five minutes later he is alone in his new room. His new home. And for the first time that evening, he allows himself to shiver.
Looking aside he sees himself stare back at him. A mirror. Plain and simple. The glass almost shining. His eyes narrow and he balls his hands to fists. Feeling how his nails almost pierce his flesh.
Alex turns his head away again, seeing a wooden mug on the table. Without a thought he picks it up, weighting it. Before raising his arm and throwing it full force against the mirror. The glass cracks immediately, shattering, pieces falling on the ground.
If there is one thing he cannot stand for the moment. It is his reflection. He cannot stand himself. All the betrayal. All the people he has hurt. Is about to hurt.
Closing his eyes, thinking of his parents. His mother is going to be devastated when she hears the news. He can already see her tears…
“I hate you.”
A soft whisper, to the emptiness of the room. He doesn’t even know if he’s talking about the King, or himself…
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