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Prompt#100 - 59 Desolate - Hear No Evil, Chapter 7 - Tekia - Original
I've been writing this story and being given a choice of prompt, this one works quite well. ^^
The full story is found here. It's only 590 words, but that's still over the limit. ^^
Title: Hear No Evil, Chapter 7: Desolate
Fandom:Original
Prompt: 59-Desolate
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: A child of a socerer's life is filled with troubles nobody could have ever expected. In this chapter: Mahli learns just what is living within him.
In the middle of the night, Mahli laid in his cot, staring up at the tent’s shadows.
The day had proved to be dull and lonesome. It was becoming a habit, and he was getting tired of it. An idea had started to form in the back of his mind, one that he had kept pushing away, but continued to grow nonetheless.
He sighed and turned on his side and took in the sight of his mother and her husband sleeping a few feet away. They were sleeping, if the steady rise and fall of their chests were any indication. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. Some strands fell before his eyes and his eyes widened as he noticed that they were darker than normal.
Gasping in surprise, his vision was suddenly consumed with that silverily light. He smiled and joy filled him as he realized he was hearing. He could hear, but only when he was in this state. Dread filled him as he realized that while he was here, his other self was without, doing as he pleased.
Just as that thought came to him, a form appeared from the fog. It was a youth that looked just like him, only sharper, harsher.
His hair was as straight as an arrow, no softness to it, and his dark green eyes were as cold as ice. His smile was just as crooked as Mahli’s, but with a far more evil tilt toward it.
“W-who are you?”
“I’m you.”
“You’re not.”
“You’re right.”
Mahli blinked in confusion. The other him grinned.
“Call me Jirair. I’m your other self, the one that keeps you safe, you stupid child.”
Mahli folded his arms over his chest and his lips formed a pout. Jirair grinned.
“You’ve made your choice, right? Lets go find out who we are.”
Mahli shivered at the thought of leaving home, leaving his mother.
“It’ll be all right. I’ll be with you.”
“You’re me, right? That doesn’t count. I don’t want to go alone. There’s so much about the world I don’t know.”
“So what, are you going to ask your mommy to go with? Aren’t you afraid I hurt her?”
Jumping in shock, Mahli turned his eyes to Jirair. “Will you? Will you turn on her?”
“If she tries to hurt you. Speaking of which, stay away from the hunters. They don’t like you and are plotting your demise.” He grinned wickedly.
Paling, Mahli nodded and sat on the ground. Grass grew under him, softening his seat. He ran his hands over the tips of the grass, liking the feel. A shadow fell over him and he looked up to see Jirair towering over him.
“Do you like it here?” Mahli nodded. “Why don’t you stay here? Let me live on the outside and I’ll get our answers.” He cracked his knuckles.
“No, I’ll do it.” He stood quickly, reaching out and grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. Which was the same one Mahli himself was wearing. “You like to cause pain. You like to hurt people.”
“I’m you.”
Mahli shook his head.
“Then you had better leave the tribe before they turn on you and I’ll have to kill them.”
Chilled, Mahli released him and backed away. Instantly, Jirair faded into the fog and Mahli fell to his knees, feeling more alone than he had ever felt in all of his life.
The full story is found here. It's only 590 words, but that's still over the limit. ^^
Title: Hear No Evil, Chapter 7: Desolate
Fandom:Original
Prompt: 59-Desolate
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: A child of a socerer's life is filled with troubles nobody could have ever expected. In this chapter: Mahli learns just what is living within him.
In the middle of the night, Mahli laid in his cot, staring up at the tent’s shadows.
The day had proved to be dull and lonesome. It was becoming a habit, and he was getting tired of it. An idea had started to form in the back of his mind, one that he had kept pushing away, but continued to grow nonetheless.
He sighed and turned on his side and took in the sight of his mother and her husband sleeping a few feet away. They were sleeping, if the steady rise and fall of their chests were any indication. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. Some strands fell before his eyes and his eyes widened as he noticed that they were darker than normal.
Gasping in surprise, his vision was suddenly consumed with that silverily light. He smiled and joy filled him as he realized he was hearing. He could hear, but only when he was in this state. Dread filled him as he realized that while he was here, his other self was without, doing as he pleased.
Just as that thought came to him, a form appeared from the fog. It was a youth that looked just like him, only sharper, harsher.
His hair was as straight as an arrow, no softness to it, and his dark green eyes were as cold as ice. His smile was just as crooked as Mahli’s, but with a far more evil tilt toward it.
“W-who are you?”
“I’m you.”
“You’re not.”
“You’re right.”
Mahli blinked in confusion. The other him grinned.
“Call me Jirair. I’m your other self, the one that keeps you safe, you stupid child.”
Mahli folded his arms over his chest and his lips formed a pout. Jirair grinned.
“You’ve made your choice, right? Lets go find out who we are.”
Mahli shivered at the thought of leaving home, leaving his mother.
“It’ll be all right. I’ll be with you.”
“You’re me, right? That doesn’t count. I don’t want to go alone. There’s so much about the world I don’t know.”
“So what, are you going to ask your mommy to go with? Aren’t you afraid I hurt her?”
Jumping in shock, Mahli turned his eyes to Jirair. “Will you? Will you turn on her?”
“If she tries to hurt you. Speaking of which, stay away from the hunters. They don’t like you and are plotting your demise.” He grinned wickedly.
Paling, Mahli nodded and sat on the ground. Grass grew under him, softening his seat. He ran his hands over the tips of the grass, liking the feel. A shadow fell over him and he looked up to see Jirair towering over him.
“Do you like it here?” Mahli nodded. “Why don’t you stay here? Let me live on the outside and I’ll get our answers.” He cracked his knuckles.
“No, I’ll do it.” He stood quickly, reaching out and grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. Which was the same one Mahli himself was wearing. “You like to cause pain. You like to hurt people.”
“I’m you.”
Mahli shook his head.
“Then you had better leave the tribe before they turn on you and I’ll have to kill them.”
Chilled, Mahli released him and backed away. Instantly, Jirair faded into the fog and Mahli fell to his knees, feeling more alone than he had ever felt in all of his life.