~~~~~ Morning had come only a few hours prior, and she was still in bed. Normally, she would have gotten up, moved around, most likely done something. She would probably be in the garden on such a beautiful day, but for some reason she just didn't want to move.
~~~~~ She didn't feel ill or anything like that. It was just something about the day. Her thoughts seemed to be keeping her inside mostly. She wanted to continue to ponder them all, and therefore did not want to take the time to get dressed and leave her room. Maybe there was something special about the child after all.
~~~~~ Before the young Jesus came along, there was no single person that could occupy her thoughts as he did, but he fascinated her so much. There was so much mystery behind his origin, in fact, she had no idea where he came from or what would happen to him. All she knew about him was that he did, in fact, hold incredible power. And she wanted to harness that power for her own purposes.
~~~~~ Finally, she rolled over, pulling the covers off of her, and she stepped onto the cold floor of her chambers. She rubbed her head, and stood, looking directly out the window. It was still a beautiful day.
~~~~~ She turned to her wardrobe and began to choose her robes for the day. She remembered how she was never given such beautiful clothing when she was with her parents. She also remembered how she didn't have a bloodlust at that point either. She never even wanted revenge until the day her parents were slaughtered.
~~~~~ Maybe that's why she doesn't want to see the child Jesus get hurt. She doesn't want him to go through any of the things that she had gone through in her childhood. Maybe she wants him to have a better life that she's had. Maybe she wants him to live for her.
~~~~~ The odd thing was, Amira didn't even like children. With any other child, it wouldn't matter to her or not whether they lived or died, but something about Jesus made her care.
~~~~~ Amira stepped out of her room, walking silently toward the staircase to ensure that she didn't awaken anyone from their slumbers. It had been a dream, but she wasn't sure whether or not it was just a dream, or a possible preminition. She didn't want to take a chance.
~~~~~ She silently stepped down the stairs, pondering the events within her dream. It seemed unlikely, but probably the only option that the young child would take.
~~~~~ Mere moments after she reached the bottom of the stairs, she turned around, only to see the young child stepping towards the staircase as she had seen in her dream. He reached the top, grabbing hold of the rail and looking down the sides of the hallway. He turned, staring straight at her.
~~~~~ Shock covered his face, and he stood in fear. "Come." She simply said as she waved her hand. She watched as he nervously began taking the first step.
~~~~~ "Y... yes..." he nervously whispered. Slowly, he made his way down every stair. He took his time, obviously trying to think of any way to get out of the predicament, to which there was none. Finally, he reached the bottom, standing directly before her. She smiled evily down at him, attempting to intimidate him, and at the same time wondering how he got the courage to try and escape from the Empress.
~~~~~ "You wouldn't have been able to make it out of the castle. I am precognitive, do you know what that means?" Amira asked demeaningly. The young child rolled his eyes and glared up at her.
~~~~~ "I may be a child, but I'm not a moron." Amira was taken aback by the young child's response. She stood, watching him a moment.
~~~~~ "You dare speak to an elder as such?" Amira scowled at the child.
~~~~~ "I am eight years old. You are fourteen. There is a six year difference. Why aren't you acting your age? Have some fun!" Jesus exclaimed. It didn't take more than a second for her to lose her temper, and before she realised what she was doing, her hand stung and Jesus's face was bright red.
~~~~~ He slowly looked over, noticing Amira's hand hovering only inches away from him. Amira looked down, slight shock to see her own hand had done such a thing, but she could still feel the anger burning behind her eyes. "If need be... I can kill you." Jesus let out a slight giggle, angering her more.
~~~~~ Jesus rubbed his cheek."Yes. If need be. But you won't. Again, I may be younger than you, but I know things. You won't hurt me. You'll be killed at the hands of the Empress. Or better yet, be betrayed by a certain angered Changeling, and be turned into an angry Empress who will slaughter you." Uncomfortable, Amira crossed her arms.
~~~~~ "You deserve more credit than you're given..."
~~~~~ "You don't." the anger shot back through Amira, and she turned away from him, walking angrily away. She turned around once more, looking back to him, beginning to walk towards him again. "I sense you're in love with someone?" She watched as he went a blushing pink shade. "Let me give you an offer..."
~~~~~ She finally dressed herself for the day and left her chambers. She wandered down the hall, and toward the kitchen. Perhaps there would be some sort of food that she could quickly eat and then she could go for her regular walk around the garden.
~~~~~ Stepping into the kitchen, Amira immediately noticed that there was nobody there. Usually there would be something either eating or making some sort of food, but perhaps the Empress decided to kill the staff again. No wonder it was so difficult for her to find any good slaves.
~~~~~ Amira turned to see Jesus standing before her. She gave him a strange look, wondering as to why he would seek her out. Why he didn't go to seek out Eon, or perhaps try to escape when there seemed to be absolutely nobody in the castle.
~~~~~ "Good morning, Jesus. How was your sleep?" Amira asked, leaning against the wall. He smiled nervously and looked around. Amira tilted her head in slight confusion. "Is something wrong? You look like there's something... troubling you."
~~~~~ "I had a dream that my mother would come... and she wanted to save me... she wanted me to live with her in peace... and we went to a meadow with flowers everywhere. It was beautiful." Jesus muttered. Amira nodded slowly, looking at her feet for a moment. "Also... I was thinking about the last time that you spoke with me..."
~~~~~ "Oh?" Amira inquired, finally interested in what the young child had to say that morning. She smiled slowly, wondering what she had said to captivate the young mind.
~~~~~ "You asked me... about my love..."
~~~~~ "What offer?" Jesus asked in confusion. He stepped back nervously, giving Amira a slightly evil glare. "Are you wanting me to hurt someone?"
~~~~~ "No. You wouldn't have to hurt anyone. In fact, you would be spreading joy. You would be spreading joy to someone that you loved very much." Amira watched the child think for a moment, his eyes finally lit up, but he attempted to cover his feelings from the precog.
~~~~~ "Alaya? What about Alaya?" he questioned, still trying to step away from Amira.
~~~~~ "You truly love her, do you not?" Amira's question seemed to take a few moments to register with the boy before he nodded in agreement. "What if you could be with her? What if... there was some way to... to make the two of you equals?" Jesus's face contorted as he attempted to understand what Amira was offering.
~~~~~ "You want to take up my offer, young Jesus?" Amira questioned as she smiled, stroking the tips of her fingers across the seams of her robe's sleeve. He turned away from her a moment, shifting his weight to his other foot and staring at the floor. He finally looked up at her again. "Well?"
~~~~~ "I'm not really sure that I understand what it was that you were offering... you said that I might be helping her in some way? Spreading happiness?" Amira nodded slowly. "How would I be doing that? Did you see something in my future? What are you going to be changing between Alaya and me? Can I save her life in some way?" Jesus's questions sparked Amira's mind, and she fell back a little.
~~~~~ Her eyes glazed over, and pain shot through her body. In a moment, her vision returned and she realised that she was on the floor, Jesus giving her a strange look. She smiled and crossed her legs while sitting on the floor. "You would be helping her immensely."
~~~~~ "How? Why won't you tell me?" before he could ask any more questions, Amira raised her finger to his mouth in an attempt to shush him.
~~~~~ "There is a potion in Iria's laboratory... it can help to advance the aging process... I have foreseen that if you take the potion to make yourself age... and with my powers over time..." Amira began. Jesus interupted her.
~~~~~ "Powers over time?" he asked quickly. Amira nodded.
~~~~~ "I have not shown it to the Empress... but I can control some aspects of time. I can help to stabilise the potion in your system, and then you would be able to age faster until, say, eighteen years of age. You would still be as you are now, only in an eighteen year old body. After that, you would age normally again." Amira explained.
~~~~~ "How will this help Alaya?"
~~~~~ "The two of you could be together."
~~~~~ "What do you mean?" Jesus began. Footsteps in the hallway began to pitter-patter away. Amira quickly slid to the side of a darkened hallway, pulling Jesus along with her.
~~~~~ "There's no time to talk now..." Amira muttered. In a moment she had left him, leaving him with no idea how she left. Amira and the Empress were the only ones who knew about the hidden passages behind pictures, in walls, under rugs, everywhere around the castle.
~~~~~ Amira knew that now, after she had confronted the child, his interest would be peaked and he wouldn't leave the castle without completely hearing her out first.
~~~~~ "Together?" Jesus asked, eyes lighting up with excitement.
~~~~~ "Until death do you part."
Written by: Eon
Peculiar Sensation
~~~~~ He had finally come to his decision, and was completely sure about his feelings. He knew everything that he needed to know, and he was going to do one of the hardest things that he's had to do throughout his life.
~~~~~ True, he lived in a warzone, was leader of an underground rebellion and risked his life, and the lives of thousands of others, on a daily basis to free the world he lived in, but still, this was going to be one of the most difficult things that he do for a while. He might be hurting someone immensely, but bringing another great joy.
~~~~~ He was going to decide who he loved. Which of his two women friends he was truly going for. He would, of course, feel bad for the woman that he did not choose, however, that's just one of the many aspects of life.
~~~~~ His final decision was, slightly, based on slightly selfish things, but that's the way he was, and he would have to deal with it all as delicately as he could.
~~~~~ He wanted to have children. Be out in the open. Hold her in his arms as they watched the sun rise in the mornings. He wasn't going to be able to handle an unbalanced, slightly psychotic, immensely depressed, impotant, dead Elven girl. Even though he loved her.
~~~~~ But that's the way love works. You can love one person as much as you possibly can, but they can still always be beat out by someone that you love even more.
~~~~~ As Greer turned around, Alaya ran towards him, her face covered in blood. She collapsed before him, grabbing hold of his boot. He bent down worriedly. "Alaya! Alaya, are you alright?" She stared him in the face, and he realised that it wasn't just blood, it was her tears.
~~~~~ "Could you ever love someone... like me?" Alaya asked, staring into his eyes. They sat silently above the small hill, staring down into the underground city that they had built.
~~~~~ "'Someone like you'? What do you mean?" He gave a strange expression.
~~~~~ "I... nevermind. It's not important." Alaya replied. "I know that you couldn't... that there isn't anyone that could..." Before waiting for a response from Greer, Alaya had already stood and wandered away.
~~~~~ "Alaya... what's wrong?" Greer asked, taking her into his arms. She looked up at him, her face completely red with tears.
~~~~~ She grabbed on to his shirt, gripping it tightly and ripping off one of the buttons. Her eyes became extremely desperate. "Greer... I need you!" she screeched. Passers-by stared, then quickly continued on their way.
~~~~~ "What? I don't..." Greer was cut off.
~~~~~ "I need you... I need someone to love me! I just need companionship! I need to be held! I want to see the sun! I want to fall in love! I want to have children!" Greer gave a blank expression. "I want someone who understands my needs!" Alaya lashed backwards, ripping Greer's shirt off and fell onto the ground.
~~~~~ "Alaya, calm down. Please!" Greer rushed over, helping her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his lips without release. He attempted to get out of her embrace, but her nails dug deep into his back. He quickly swung his head backward, finshing the kiss, letting out a pained moan. Blood ran down his back.
~~~~~ Alaya swung to the other side of him. "Someone who understands just how much I enjoyed doing that..." she slowly licked the blood fromo his back, then starting kissing his neck. Greer pulled away, turning to face her.
~~~~~ "What's happened to you, Alaya?"
~~~~~ Alaya looked at the ground nervously. "I don't like hurting people, Greer. I don't want to join in on any wars, but I will if you want me to."
~~~~~ "No. If you need to... you can stay out of it." Greer smiled as Alaya left the room. He hadn't realised just how peaceful she really was.
~~~~~ "I'm not sure what happened to me! Probably nothing! I think the only thing different is that I'm in love!" Alaya screeched as she began stepping towards him again. Greer began backing up.
~~~~~ "Y... you're in love with me?"
~~~~~ "Don't be so vain, Greer. Yes, I had feelings for you. Had. Past-tense. I'm in love with Jesus now." She smiled, licking her lips.
~~~~~ "Jesus... I've heard that name..." Greer started.
~~~~~ "He used to be here in the underground. A child. Eight years old." Greer's expression went from confused to absolutely shocked and horrified. "I don't know what it is... but when I'm not with him I... I just feel so... I can live without him..."
~~~~~ "Alaya... a child? You're in love with a child?"
~~~~~ "I need him so badly. I feel he understands me. I think he wants me just as much as I want him..." Alaya's hand creapt down past her thigh, then slowly came back up to her breast. "He makes me feel so... ooh..."
~~~~~ "That's... disgusting! I'm sorry but... he is only a child!"
~~~~~ "I know... but I can't be without him... I need him... I just want him to... be with me."
~~~~~ The expression that Greer had on his face cannot even be remotely described. He turned away from her and hurried off to have someone tend to his back wounds, and find a new shirt.
~~~~~ Now there was no doubt to who it was he loved. Iria.
Written by: Eon
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