Perhaps things could have changed, If the sky hadn't darkened, Would these droplets on my face, Cease to be entirely?
- The Story of Khyre and Linder
Chapter 6- Eventual
It had been six years, and Khyre had made it a habit to sneak out every other day. Whenever he couldn't escape the lands of fire, he was found in such a slump, that others were beginning to worry about him. He now sported many golden tattoos along his body, etched for every accomplishment he had by Hestia. She had matured well, and her beauty was far beyond comparison. Her midnight hair now cascaded down her back, braided in two branches and met at a large knob clamp in her hair, becoming a fine paintbrush bristle at the end. Lately, she had been adorning her hair with topaz and garnets, which with her fair complexion, made the maiden look like some fiery Snow White. With maturity came her own style of lilting sweetness, a drifting dream of a girl. Though still wrought with weakness in the body from her constant illness, her confidence won over her hardships. She often accompanied Khyre on local adventures. The two were always together, except when he had to go. He told her directly the account of what passed, and as time continued, her approval of his debt to Linder and Serenade began to dim. The escalade of this growing issue was concieved in the form of a simple statement from Ievalle and Karami, twin fire women who, if cattiness could be made an olympic sport, would have carried the longest running set of victories. Whether it was meant well or not, Ievalle and Karami had simply stated on a passing by to the two friends how they were meant for eachother. Khyre had simply laughed this off... the fact that someone would think something so ridiculous tickled his funny bone, but Hestia took great hurt in the fact that he laughed. "... Does laughing mean that you don't think the same?" Hestia said, the blood of the wound the laughter and words cut seeping into her tone. "Don't be silly, Hestia," Khyre wiped his eyes," You're my friend. I couldn't dream about you and I--" "... so I'm just a friend... and... I suppose..." Hestia's tone influxuated from hurt to seriously enraged. "LET ME GUESS!!!" "What are you on about?" Khyre stopped and looked at her, expression confused at the sudden explosion. "You're living in a dream world, Khyre..." she growled, her usually calm dark eyes suddenly becoming flared with the same garnet as the jewels embracing her hair, "If you think that the frozen tart you visit will even dream of loving you." ".... Hestia... she's..." "SHE'S WHAT? BETTER THAN ME?! STRONGER?! PRETTIER?! Well, guess what? She's getting married in three days Khyre! Where will you be then? A hopeless romantic staring at her from her window as her husband drapes his arms about her neck and kisses her cheek? Do you think she'll want her plaything when she's got the affections of someone just as cold as she is?" Hestia's eyes glossed over with tears, "All this time, I've been watching you... you're always sneaking off. Promise to this Linder or whatever, you're always leaving us and going to her. You're a doomed Romeo, Khyre. I know you love her, and that path is wrong. You've MADE THIS MISTAKE BEFORE!" Khyre stared at her with even more confusion embewed on his face. He opened his mouth several times, choosing his words carefully, "What... exactly do you mean by this?" Hestia took a few steps back, and glared at him, "You're not supposed to love her anymore, Khyre. You're supposed to love me. Only me. You were never supposed to meet her! You were to stay here and be happy with Ember and I... but you're making the same mistakes as before!" Hestia took a deep breath for a moment before she continued with dark eyes yet again, "Listen... Years ago... in another place... there was this boy who loved his friends more than his heart could bear. When he learned of their secured fates, it was his friends who made promises and compromises that would reunite them in the future, in this world. When he passed on, the powers that be united over his soul before it would enter the world of Heaven or Hell. An argument broke out over the custody of the soul, before one developed an idea to split the soul of the man assunder. The side who laid claim to the one he loved most of all, had also battled the man over the custody of the woman's heart. He had lost, but in a shadowed world, the thought that a repeat of his transgressions took hold on the victiores' minds. A proposal was made: when splitting the soul, the opposing side would take the part of his soul that was the most troublesome: his passion, his darkness, and his rage; the essence of fire. The other side took the docile side; the obedient, loyal sweet side of him that would serve as a friend, and possibly never anything more to the woman when she was reincarnated. That was his role. Khyre," Hestia took a few steps forward, "Linder was meant to be the only side of Kyle that was to ever see Serenade. You are the side that caused the most trouble; your addictive nature and heavy passion made you a threat that your attitude from the past would change again into someone so heavilly in love that you can't bear it... that's why..."
She placed a hand on her chest, breathing steadilly, fighting off the urge to double over and cough horribly, "I was created..."
Khyre took a moment, absorbing everything before proceeding with a proper response, "What do you mean?"
"I wasn't supposed to exist, actually... I was also a soul split assunder..." Hestia glanced up at him, her dark eyes rimmed with tears, "Several, actually... I'm not a complete soul. I'm a hack job. Snippets stolen from other souls that held Kyle's heart it their hands. Shadows pieced together to make my soul and reincarnated body. That's why I'm so weak, my soul is a ragdoll created by the one who split you assunder. His name was ------.... When given the opportunity, he was able to snip a piece of the departed soul before they left. He figured, if you only had me, you'd be at peace, but because of your soul's previous attachment, your meeting with Serenade just triggered that attachment again, and the ones that I possess are not as strong as the real thing. I have threads leading to your soul... tying your heart to me... but at the same time, Serenade owns that heart, using a rope to fasten it to her to not loose it."
Hestia placed her hands on his shoulders, "Khyre... I know that you love her... but she's going to be wed. You are going to be alone... and then what will you do? Will you do the same as your predessessor, or will you take a new path?" She hugged him softly, resting his head against his throat, "Past is often repeated... do not tell me that my Khyre would be lost to me as the wedding bells toll."
Rozencard · Thu Feb 14, 2008 @ 06:40pm · 0 Comments |