Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 15, 2009 0:43:59 GMT -5
It's the end!
Warm fuzzy chapter and a ".....argh" chapter. End with a bang. <3
I'd have more to say, but I'm just happy it's over. XD
Sometimes she had to wonder what the point was. All her dreams and aspirations were bottled up into one hope and one dream, and yet... sometimes even she had doubts of if she should be here. She had power, but she couldn't change anything as long as people didn't want change.
Change, funny how she hated it, but wanted it so badly.
The feline's whiskers twitched as she sat down at the edge at her desk. She had done all of her paperwork, and was left with nothing but an empty desk. She sighed as she opened the desk draw. Pulling out a piece of parchment and a pen. She quickly sketched the the Heart Crest on the paper.
A heart with a crown. Majestic and royal. That was what the Hearts were supposed to be.
She had started a youth group to help children learn heart pride. Her own children had taken part in her teachings. She could only go so far—she wasn't a master of all weaponry. If she had something beyond her axe she was thrown off. Even if it was the same type, it wasn't quite hers. She could correct herself, but it didn't feel right.
The door clicked open, a yellow and white face peaked through the door, blond mane almost hanging down to the floor.
Another head popped through the door. Green mist floating up from the eyes. She raised an eyebrow as she looked up from her doodles. "What are you two up to?"
"Well..." Xander started.
"Mommy! I accidentally broke something again! I'm sorry!" Othello said with a small flail.
His brother opened the door all the way, catching Othello with is other hand as he tumbled over. The feline liked his mixed brother's cheek. The mixed realm shifted as he looked in his mother's general direction.
"Sorry Mom," Xander said as he padded forward. His bindings were missing yet again. He had probably dropped them off somewhere when he went to take care of Othello. His bindings "didn't get in the way" but he liked her, he often tripped over his bindings. There was something that he did that worried her though. More often than not Xander said that he wasn't a pure Torquehelm.
He bowed his head. "I was off playing with Vir, and when I came back the plates in our room was shattered. He was pretty panick ridden over it... I manged to clean it up, but Othello is pretty stressed."
"It's fine," Xiven said as she stood up to walk over to Othello. He was sitting quietly his eyes closed and his head down. He didn't want to see things in his Mommy's office. Everywhere he went the horrible visions followed him. Future. Past. Present. He couldn't tell the difference.
Xiven reached down and touched her son's head. "It's no big deal Othello. Everything's fine."
"But Mom, all I really do is mess things up. I break thinks, a-and I'm really sorry." Othello stuttered rubbed his head against his mother's hand. The look on his face was heartbreaking. It also sounded painfully familiar.
Xiven sighed as she sat down on the floor, pulling her son on her lap. He was getting to big for it, but either way he was put up no protest. Xander watched his mother carefully with a smile on his face. He was sure that not many people got to see the soft side of his mother. Xander padded next to his mother, smiling as he sat behind her.
"But...Mommy," Othello said quietly.
"Don't but me, Othello," Xiven said quietly as she scratched the boy on the chin. "You're not a normal boy, I'm not going to lie. That doesn't make you useless though. There are plenty of people who can't see. They learn to live with it, and most of those people are great."
He whimpered.
"I know you don't believe me because I'm your mother. I didn't believe my mother when she said I was great too." She sighed.
"But you're a Queen."
"That doesn't mean anything in the long run." Xiven said quietly. "I didn't have any confidence in myself when I was your age. You're just as strong as me and your Mother. You just won't realize it until you're older."
Xander hopped into the conversation. "Mommy's right!"
Othello, honestly, didn't believe her. Mommy did treat him just like she treated everyone else though. A frown twitched on his lips.
Xander's face fell.
Xiven sighed. "Of course you don't believe your mother, a Titled Queen, who knows more about you than you realize. But if you want to see things in that light, you can Othello."
He was confused. He never could understand either of his parents. They didn't make sense most of the time. Othello looked up at her with bright green eyes, he couldn't see her, but he could feel the look she was giving her.
Hopeful.
"Xiven," said a familiar voice.
Xiven leaned backwards to look at the source, even if she knew who it was. "Hello Rhi, your son is being self doubting again."
"Daddy! Daddy!" Xander said happily as he rushed towards her.
A happy family, huh? Xiven's ears twitched at the very thought. In happy families there were always secerets. She couldn't help but wonder what there's would be.
Why was it so hard to find the truth.
Living in darkness. Living in fear. Living in waiting for that moment where you realize there's nothing but the end. He stood in front of the Doctor's office, his head on the door. The news wasn't what he had hoped for, but it was indeed news.
He needed to stop stressing. He needed to be careful. Everything and nothing could put him over the edge of snapping. He wondered what happened to that day where he was having teas with strangers. There were no strange looks form them, no fear of power. He had visited his beloved family before hand.
Was it all just a lie he had fabricated for himself. Had he been secretly overwhelmed the entire time, thinking about what to do next for the courts. It was going to kill him. The Courts and all his elaborate plans of trying to save Aces were going to kill him. That is assuming no one decided to come up behind him and stab him in the back.
"I'm such an idiot," he muttered to himself. He could feel his eye watering. He shook it off and stepped away from the door.
Work. Work and family. That's all he had ever had, and that's all he ever wanted.
But that wasn't true. There was that day where he promised to protect the land. He had promised with all his ideals that he needed to step up and save the world from itself. His dreams weren't crushed as long as he was still breathing. The wheels were in motion for his plan on starting an orphanage of sorts. A place where children with no families could get caring and an education.
Of course even that plan could go wrong. If he wasn't careful it could become a nightmare for anyone staying there.
Why was everything so complicated.
He walked down the hall. There weren't that many people buzzing around today. Of course, the courts had never been full since he originally joined. It was just "the way things were." They shouldn't have been that way, but it was.
Complications made life. They were a challenge to overcome. Semantics. Politics. All of it was made of pretty words.
"What happens when you lose faith in everything when you're on the top of everything?" He asked the empty hallway.
It wasn't as if he expected an answer.
This was stupid.
Every single thing he was thinking was stupid. Every little problem, every little nightmare. It was all a giant joke in the grand scheme of things. And yet he couldn't even defeat the own voices of doubt that existed in his head.
Voices and dreams shouldn't be able to control him. Nor the visions he had of his future. His death, his family walling to the four winds. None of it was set in stone, he had power over the future as long as their was breath in him.
The servant he passed in the hallway blushed and hurried past him. Someone new to the palace who bowed their head when entering a room. She was a pretty little thing with a human form.
"Excuse me," he called out as she made her way past him. She was almost around the corner when she stopped.
She gave him a questioning glance, "Yes, Your Majesty?"
"Could you have some tea sent to my room?"
She smiled at him and bowed, "Of course, Your Majesty." And then she hurried off down the corridors.
He watched her hair trail behind her. He was once again alone in the hallway. Alone. He turned to continue down the bend. He never expected to end up with a happy family, friends, and so much power that it seemed like it was some elaborate dream.
But when he slept he knew what was real. The birds still had voices. At night he still heard nightmares. When could he ever have a proper night of sleep? When he was dead? No. That probably wouldn't be the case for someone like him.
Did he believe in God or any force like that? He didn't know anymore. Over the years lines had been blurred. He couldn't quite understand where everything was.
He eventually found himself in his study. The journal he had been writing in was laid out in front of him. How long had it been since he had gone to see that therapist of his? Court matters had made everything so blurry. He hardly had time to worry about his health, mental or physical.
And when he did he always found out horrible news.
Of course that might have something to do with the fact that he waited until the last possible minute to seek help. Without Rogers looking over his shoulder it was hard to keep himself in check. Theofilus was old enough to know where to stop, but he never stopped there.
There was a small knock on his door. "Come in," he called out.
The girl from before slipped in. A smile on her face, as she set the tea on a small table next to his writing desk. She gave him a bow before moving to make a departure.
"Could you wait for a moment."
Theofilus watched as she froze in motion. She pulled back to look at him with a confused expression. She seemed to try to speak, but no words came out.
"I need your opinion on something."
"Y-Your Majesty?" She blinked in confusion. "I'm only a Ten of Diamonds. What would you need my opinion for?"
"Your rank has no bearing in your opinion." Theofilus said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Could you tell me what you think of me?"
"W-what your Majesty?"
"What do you think of me. I want your honest opinion."
"I... I think you're a wonderful man. I-I've only heard rumors about you, but from what I hear you adore your family and treat everyone with respect." She blushed a bright crimson.
There was a knock on the door. Someone popped their head in the room before Theofilus could make any sort response. "Your Majesty! Something very important has happened! Someone...is here to see you! You need to come downstairs down now!"
The servant was speaking in a panicked tone that Theofilus had never heard before. He stood up, giving the canine a look over his glasses. (Sometimes his looks failed because of his glass eye, but this message rang loud and clear.)
They hurried down the halls. Theofilus dearly hoped that this was as important as the servant had made it.
They came to a room, the servant fumbled with the door handle. Once it was open, he gave a low bow, stepping to the side to allow the Queen to walk through the door. Theofilus looked back at the servant girl who had a worried expression on her face.
He took a step through the threshold.
And there. There before him was one of his worst nightmares wrapped up in the prettiest packages he had ever seen. A deadly packaged in the form of a Yarrow Queen.
He shouldn't have gotten up from bed this morning.
Warm fuzzy chapter and a ".....argh" chapter. End with a bang. <3
I'd have more to say, but I'm just happy it's over. XD
Song
+Trying to remain truthful
+Trying to remain truthful
Sometimes she had to wonder what the point was. All her dreams and aspirations were bottled up into one hope and one dream, and yet... sometimes even she had doubts of if she should be here. She had power, but she couldn't change anything as long as people didn't want change.
Change, funny how she hated it, but wanted it so badly.
The feline's whiskers twitched as she sat down at the edge at her desk. She had done all of her paperwork, and was left with nothing but an empty desk. She sighed as she opened the desk draw. Pulling out a piece of parchment and a pen. She quickly sketched the the Heart Crest on the paper.
A heart with a crown. Majestic and royal. That was what the Hearts were supposed to be.
She had started a youth group to help children learn heart pride. Her own children had taken part in her teachings. She could only go so far—she wasn't a master of all weaponry. If she had something beyond her axe she was thrown off. Even if it was the same type, it wasn't quite hers. She could correct herself, but it didn't feel right.
The door clicked open, a yellow and white face peaked through the door, blond mane almost hanging down to the floor.
Another head popped through the door. Green mist floating up from the eyes. She raised an eyebrow as she looked up from her doodles. "What are you two up to?"
"Well..." Xander started.
"Mommy! I accidentally broke something again! I'm sorry!" Othello said with a small flail.
His brother opened the door all the way, catching Othello with is other hand as he tumbled over. The feline liked his mixed brother's cheek. The mixed realm shifted as he looked in his mother's general direction.
"Sorry Mom," Xander said as he padded forward. His bindings were missing yet again. He had probably dropped them off somewhere when he went to take care of Othello. His bindings "didn't get in the way" but he liked her, he often tripped over his bindings. There was something that he did that worried her though. More often than not Xander said that he wasn't a pure Torquehelm.
He bowed his head. "I was off playing with Vir, and when I came back the plates in our room was shattered. He was pretty panick ridden over it... I manged to clean it up, but Othello is pretty stressed."
"It's fine," Xiven said as she stood up to walk over to Othello. He was sitting quietly his eyes closed and his head down. He didn't want to see things in his Mommy's office. Everywhere he went the horrible visions followed him. Future. Past. Present. He couldn't tell the difference.
Xiven reached down and touched her son's head. "It's no big deal Othello. Everything's fine."
"But Mom, all I really do is mess things up. I break thinks, a-and I'm really sorry." Othello stuttered rubbed his head against his mother's hand. The look on his face was heartbreaking. It also sounded painfully familiar.
Xiven sighed as she sat down on the floor, pulling her son on her lap. He was getting to big for it, but either way he was put up no protest. Xander watched his mother carefully with a smile on his face. He was sure that not many people got to see the soft side of his mother. Xander padded next to his mother, smiling as he sat behind her.
"But...Mommy," Othello said quietly.
"Don't but me, Othello," Xiven said quietly as she scratched the boy on the chin. "You're not a normal boy, I'm not going to lie. That doesn't make you useless though. There are plenty of people who can't see. They learn to live with it, and most of those people are great."
He whimpered.
"I know you don't believe me because I'm your mother. I didn't believe my mother when she said I was great too." She sighed.
"But you're a Queen."
"That doesn't mean anything in the long run." Xiven said quietly. "I didn't have any confidence in myself when I was your age. You're just as strong as me and your Mother. You just won't realize it until you're older."
Xander hopped into the conversation. "Mommy's right!"
Othello, honestly, didn't believe her. Mommy did treat him just like she treated everyone else though. A frown twitched on his lips.
Xander's face fell.
Xiven sighed. "Of course you don't believe your mother, a Titled Queen, who knows more about you than you realize. But if you want to see things in that light, you can Othello."
He was confused. He never could understand either of his parents. They didn't make sense most of the time. Othello looked up at her with bright green eyes, he couldn't see her, but he could feel the look she was giving her.
Hopeful.
"Xiven," said a familiar voice.
Xiven leaned backwards to look at the source, even if she knew who it was. "Hello Rhi, your son is being self doubting again."
"Daddy! Daddy!" Xander said happily as he rushed towards her.
A happy family, huh? Xiven's ears twitched at the very thought. In happy families there were always secerets. She couldn't help but wonder what there's would be.
Why was it so hard to find the truth.
Let Us hear his Alibis
+His life is a Lie
+His life is a Lie
Living in darkness. Living in fear. Living in waiting for that moment where you realize there's nothing but the end. He stood in front of the Doctor's office, his head on the door. The news wasn't what he had hoped for, but it was indeed news.
He needed to stop stressing. He needed to be careful. Everything and nothing could put him over the edge of snapping. He wondered what happened to that day where he was having teas with strangers. There were no strange looks form them, no fear of power. He had visited his beloved family before hand.
Was it all just a lie he had fabricated for himself. Had he been secretly overwhelmed the entire time, thinking about what to do next for the courts. It was going to kill him. The Courts and all his elaborate plans of trying to save Aces were going to kill him. That is assuming no one decided to come up behind him and stab him in the back.
"I'm such an idiot," he muttered to himself. He could feel his eye watering. He shook it off and stepped away from the door.
Work. Work and family. That's all he had ever had, and that's all he ever wanted.
But that wasn't true. There was that day where he promised to protect the land. He had promised with all his ideals that he needed to step up and save the world from itself. His dreams weren't crushed as long as he was still breathing. The wheels were in motion for his plan on starting an orphanage of sorts. A place where children with no families could get caring and an education.
Of course even that plan could go wrong. If he wasn't careful it could become a nightmare for anyone staying there.
Why was everything so complicated.
He walked down the hall. There weren't that many people buzzing around today. Of course, the courts had never been full since he originally joined. It was just "the way things were." They shouldn't have been that way, but it was.
Complications made life. They were a challenge to overcome. Semantics. Politics. All of it was made of pretty words.
"What happens when you lose faith in everything when you're on the top of everything?" He asked the empty hallway.
It wasn't as if he expected an answer.
This was stupid.
Every single thing he was thinking was stupid. Every little problem, every little nightmare. It was all a giant joke in the grand scheme of things. And yet he couldn't even defeat the own voices of doubt that existed in his head.
Voices and dreams shouldn't be able to control him. Nor the visions he had of his future. His death, his family walling to the four winds. None of it was set in stone, he had power over the future as long as their was breath in him.
The servant he passed in the hallway blushed and hurried past him. Someone new to the palace who bowed their head when entering a room. She was a pretty little thing with a human form.
"Excuse me," he called out as she made her way past him. She was almost around the corner when she stopped.
She gave him a questioning glance, "Yes, Your Majesty?"
"Could you have some tea sent to my room?"
She smiled at him and bowed, "Of course, Your Majesty." And then she hurried off down the corridors.
He watched her hair trail behind her. He was once again alone in the hallway. Alone. He turned to continue down the bend. He never expected to end up with a happy family, friends, and so much power that it seemed like it was some elaborate dream.
But when he slept he knew what was real. The birds still had voices. At night he still heard nightmares. When could he ever have a proper night of sleep? When he was dead? No. That probably wouldn't be the case for someone like him.
Did he believe in God or any force like that? He didn't know anymore. Over the years lines had been blurred. He couldn't quite understand where everything was.
He eventually found himself in his study. The journal he had been writing in was laid out in front of him. How long had it been since he had gone to see that therapist of his? Court matters had made everything so blurry. He hardly had time to worry about his health, mental or physical.
And when he did he always found out horrible news.
Of course that might have something to do with the fact that he waited until the last possible minute to seek help. Without Rogers looking over his shoulder it was hard to keep himself in check. Theofilus was old enough to know where to stop, but he never stopped there.
There was a small knock on his door. "Come in," he called out.
The girl from before slipped in. A smile on her face, as she set the tea on a small table next to his writing desk. She gave him a bow before moving to make a departure.
"Could you wait for a moment."
Theofilus watched as she froze in motion. She pulled back to look at him with a confused expression. She seemed to try to speak, but no words came out.
"I need your opinion on something."
"Y-Your Majesty?" She blinked in confusion. "I'm only a Ten of Diamonds. What would you need my opinion for?"
"Your rank has no bearing in your opinion." Theofilus said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Could you tell me what you think of me?"
"W-what your Majesty?"
"What do you think of me. I want your honest opinion."
"I... I think you're a wonderful man. I-I've only heard rumors about you, but from what I hear you adore your family and treat everyone with respect." She blushed a bright crimson.
There was a knock on the door. Someone popped their head in the room before Theofilus could make any sort response. "Your Majesty! Something very important has happened! Someone...is here to see you! You need to come downstairs down now!"
The servant was speaking in a panicked tone that Theofilus had never heard before. He stood up, giving the canine a look over his glasses. (Sometimes his looks failed because of his glass eye, but this message rang loud and clear.)
They hurried down the halls. Theofilus dearly hoped that this was as important as the servant had made it.
They came to a room, the servant fumbled with the door handle. Once it was open, he gave a low bow, stepping to the side to allow the Queen to walk through the door. Theofilus looked back at the servant girl who had a worried expression on her face.
He took a step through the threshold.
And there. There before him was one of his worst nightmares wrapped up in the prettiest packages he had ever seen. A deadly packaged in the form of a Yarrow Queen.
He shouldn't have gotten up from bed this morning.
