Fic - "Gifts" - Chapter 7
Jul. 9th, 2007 06:11 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
green-maia.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
gen_storytellerTitle: Gifts
Author: Maia
Rating: G for the first few chapters; later chapters will be PG-13 for violence
Warnings: Multiple character deaths in later chapters
Characters: Dawn, William, Buffy, Giles, Xander, Willow, several original characters
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: Everything except the original characters belongs to Joss
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7, below, is from the point of view of an original character, Jason Margrave.
This chapter was first posted on my LJ here.
Gifts
Chapter 7
April, 2001
They always looked like UFOs, those evening flights taking off from Newark airport. The weirdly large stars seemed to hover over the horizon, and then they would shrink and disappear as the aircraft turned, vanishing into the ether, leaving the buildings of New Jersey alone, while the planes flew off and away to their legendary destinations.
Maybe, some of them, to Prague...
"Jason, is your homework done?" Mom asked from the doorway. She flicked on the overhead light and the planes and lights of New Jersey were gone.
"Not yet," Jason said.
"Well, get to it, then."
"Mom..." Jason paused. "Mom - when can I go to Prague?"
"Jason. I don't even know if your father is still in Prague."
Jason scowled. "Why wouldn't he be?"
"Oh, sweetie. I probably shouldn't have told you about any of it. I knew him so briefly..."
"Long enough," Jason pointed out.
"Jason." His mother's voice had a warning note.
"Can't you tell me anything about him?"
"Sweetie. There's really not much to tell. I was doing research for my dissertation. Sam was four years old - he was staying with Richard while I went on my research trip. It was my first time behind the Iron Curtain. And I was young. And...when I met your father...it was so brief...and it was 1985 in Prague...and I didn't want to get him in trouble with the authorities...I didn't ask him any questions. He didn't ask me any questions. And then I had to leave. And it would have been hard to keep in touch. We just left it at that."
"And wherever he is, he doesn't even know about me."
"No. I didn't realize I was pregnant until after I was back in New York."
"I want to find him."
"When you're older, Jason. We'll find him when you're older. I promise."
*
August, 2001
The New Jersey skyline was shrouded in liquid gold, melding upwards into green, into blue, into purple, into black. Below, the dark cliffs were sprayed with the lights of human invention, and the Hudson river was awash in reflected flame.
A single sailboat came into view, between the buildings, silhouetted against the honey and cream. Jason swallowed. Mom had loved sailing...
He strained to hear Richard's voice through the closed door. He could only catch an occasional word, here and there.
"Eavesdropping?" Sam asked.
Jason looked up, shamefaced. "Yeah."
"Hey, if it were me, I'd eavesdrop too. But you know - Richard is going to tell you anything that he finds out."
"Apparently Mom didn't." He felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He shouldn't be angry with her. Not now.
"She would have told you, Jace."
"Yeah."
"And anyway...whatever happens...Richard has offered to adopt you." Sam had a hopeful look on his face. "He cares about you, he really does. He wouldn't be doing this for you if he didn't..."
Jason looked down. Sam was right. Richard had been so nice. He felt almost ashamed for wanting so much to find a father who didn't even know he existed, when Sam's father was ready to take him in, right then and there.
But then, Richard was Sam's father, not his. Sam had always had a father - yes, a father who had divorced Mom when Sam was only two, but still, a father. Jason had never had one. And now Mom was dead, and he had no parents at all, unless...
The door opened. They both jumped; they hadn't heard Richard hanging up the phone.
Jason's hope died the moment he saw Richard's face.
"I'm sorry, Jason," Richard said gently. "But I'm afraid I have bad news. It seems that...it seems that..." Richard took a deep breath. "It seems that Gregor is dead."
*
December, 2001
The sound of the jet engine shattered his sleep. He sat up, his heart pounding.
He got out of bed and went to the window.
One of the buildings across the river in New Jersey had a warning light for airplanes, a small red light that flashed on-and-off, on-and-off. When he was little one his favorite books had been The Little Red Lighthouse and the Great Gray Bridge, and he would think of the little red lighthouse flashing its light, warn-ing, warn-ing, and look at that light across the river, and it was his own guardian, that light, protecting him and all of Manhattan from human error. But what was the point if the danger was not ignorance but malice?
Another light appeared over New Jersey. Too far away to hear it, yet.
He wondered whether Richard had heard the plane first, or seen it first, from the window of his office, on the 105th floor of the North Tower.
*
June, 2008
"Jason, it's after midnight. What are you still doing up?"
“Look who’s talking,” Jason retorted. He had been so absorbed in what he was doing that he hadn’t even heard his brother come home. Sam was standing in his bedroom doorway, his suit rumpled, his blazer over his arm. Still weird, to see happy-go-lucky Sam in a suit. (Though Sam was not as carefree now as he had once been, of course – not as carefree now as he had been before he had lost both his parents within a few months of each other and had to take sole custody of his then-15-year-old brother.) But he wasn’t just goofy, funny (overburdened) Sam anymore – now he was an internationally-known peace activist. Very weird. “What time did you get home?”
“Just now. Meeting ran late and I had to finish the grant proposal.”
“Yeah, well, I have to finish this translation.”
Sam came over and peered at the books and papers spread out on Jason’s desk. "Are you still working on that thing for Giles?"
"Yeah."
"Haven't you been working on that for over a month?"
"Yeah."
"Slow going?"
"Yeah."
"Maybe you should give it a rest. You've hardly slept in a week."
Jason sighed. "It's just – Sam, Giles seems really upset about what I'm finding. And he keeps on telling me that he needs the rest of the translations ASAP. But I can't figure out why. I mean – it does talk about the end of the world, but almost all our texts do that."
"You live in a weird world."
"Yeah."
"Want some beer and ice cream?"
Jason laughed. Beer and ice cream was Sam’s solution to everything. "Sure," he said. He got up and followed Sam into the kitchen.
"I thought this whole thing was just for knowledge of history, anyway," Sam said, over Sam Adams and New York Super Fudge Chunk.
"Yeah. I thought so too. I mean – I'm still trying to figure out if that rock is a fragment of The Song of the Origin. But it doesn't really matter if it is or isn't. It would be nice if it were...to go down in Watcher history as the one who found it. But it's just my ego on the line, nothing else."
"So why's it so urgent all of a sudden?"
"This thing's never been translated before. It starts out in Sumerian and talks about The Song of the Origin. So we thought it was just for historical interest, cool to research, nothing scary. But then – later on – the language changes - it still uses the cuneiform alphabet, but the language changes – it's actually a demon language, the one they named Achronan A – "
" - the one you’re the only living person able to translate - "
"It's only been five years since the First killed everybody – we're, um, still a bit short-staffed. But...yeah. Just me. It's a cool language – all the tenses are weird, though. These demons – they’re extinct now – they had a weird sense of time, past and present and future are all mixed up. You can't tell if it's history or prophecy or what. But – the bit I'm translating – talks about seven apocalypses in a row, 'each upon the other as the northern night wanes'."
Sam thought about that. "Does that mean seven consecutive spring apocalypses, like the ones from ’97 to ’03?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe it's a different seven spring apocalypses."
“It says that in the last of the seven:
'Two souls within a quickened body burn unto flame, burn unto ash.
Crumbles and falls the gate of hell.'"
"Spike?"
"Yeah. People lose their human souls when they become vampires, but they gain a demon soul. So we assume that vampires whose human souls have been restored have both – a demon soul and a human soul."
"Assuming you buy that soul stuff."
Jason shrugged. "Me, I think it’s just a metaphor for changes in brain structure and chemistry. Vampire brains work differently from human brains; the brains of vampires with human souls have features of both. We assume."
"Interesting."
"Yeah. Anyway. Then it starts talking about the Key destroying the universe, and – "
"What's the Key?"
"I dunno. I think Giles does, though. When I told him about those lines, he seemed really upset."
"Did you ask him if he knows what the Key is?"
"Y- yeah. He – was evasive."
"You think he knows and he won't tell you?"
"Guess he doesn't trust me."
"Is that what this is really all about? You're worried Giles doesn't trust you, and so you're working yourself to exhaustion to get this thing translated, to prove yourself to him?"
"I thought he trusted me."
"Jace, he's only known you a year, and he deals with pretty scary stuff. It's not surprising if some of it is on a need-to-know basis."
"Since I'm the only person who can translate this stuff, you'd think he would think I'd need to know!" Jason knew he was being childish.
"Maybe it's not as big a deal as it seems."
"Maybe. Giles wants the translation ASAP, but - he did agree that it seems like there's no immediate danger. But if there’s no immediate danger, why does he need it ASAP? I think he knows a lot of stuff that he's not telling me."
"What else does the prophecy-thing say?”
"Lots of stuff that doesn’t make sense. 'The Key flows thrice, twice until death and once unto life' – "
"Huh?"
"My reaction exactly."
"Does it say when it’s going to destroy the world?"
"Well, it says there will be 14 more apocalypses between the one that closes the
Hellmouth and the Key destroying the world."
"For demons who didn’t live in linear time, these Achronans - "
" - they didn’t call themselves Achronans. That's just the Watchers' Council name for them. They've been extinct for about 30,000 years. They called themselves – I don't know if we’re reading it right, but it seems like they called themselves the 'People of the Helix'."
"Well, these 'People of the Helix,' then – for people who didn’t live in linear time they sure were specific..."
"Assuming my translation is correct. Which I don’t know. And even if it is correct - assuming that we’re interpreting the text correctly. A BIG 'if'."
"Yeah."
"But, assuming I’m translating it right, and assuming we’re interpreting it right...we’ve only had 3 apocalypses since 2003..."
"So you’ve got a while, then. Plenty of time to find this Key, whatever it is, and throw it into Mount Doom or whatever you need to do to keep it from destroying the world."
Jason rolled his eyes. "Sam, will you please, please someday actually READ The Lord of the Rings?"
"Well, I would have watched the movies, except a certain geek brother of mine who’s a PURIST insisted that the movies shouldn't be watched until the book had been read, so, well..."
Jason grinned. "You know it’s my god-given responsibility as your annoying younger brother to make sure you don’t commit Tolkien sacrilege."
Sam stuck out his tongue and laughed, and then took another bite of ice cream. "But, seriously, Jace...it sounds like nothing's about to blow right now, so...you really could take time to sleep, you know."
"Yeah. I just – "
"Jace. Take a break. The world isn’t going to end tomorrow."
"It might."
"It always might. But it sounds like you’ve got a bit of time on this. Take a break."
Jason sighed. "You’re probably right."
Sam laughed again. "You need to find yourself a girlfriend. Hey, what about that girl you met when you were in London in May? The Slayer's sister?"
"Dawn Summers."
"That’s the one."
"I only got to talk to her for about five minutes."
"Yeah, but you said she’s going to the Columbia Journalism school in the fall too. You’ll be classmates."
"Uh-huh." Jason attended to his ice cream.
"And you seemed pretty taken with her when you told me about her. You said she reads Sumerian, too. You could go 'geeking' together - have romantic evenings translating – cuneiform and candlelight, and –" Sam ducked to avoid the napkin that Jason had thrown at him. He grinned. "Just sayin'. Hey - did you get her phone number, at least?"
"No."
"Jason! I know you’re shy, but ya gotta to learn to ASK. Worst thing she can say is no."
"I SAID we only got to talk for a few minutes."
"You also said that Andrew told you that she mentioned you later and said she liked you."
"Andrew thinks 'matchmaker' is his job description," Jason muttered.
"But if she said she liked you..."
"Sam - "
"You need to get some confidence."
"Sam – "
"You need to learn to – "
" - Sam, could we please not talk about this now?"
Sam looked startled. "Yeah. Okay. Sorry."
Jason sipped his beer. "Yankees are playing the Sox tomorrow."
"I better buy more ice cream, then."
Jason grinned. "You’re more pessimistic than you look, you know."
Sam laughed. "Touche."
It was late, and they were both tired. They finished their beers and washed the dishes in comfortable silence, and headed to bed.
*
Alone in his room, Jason looked out the window. The lights of New Jersey spilled out onto the river.
Dawn Summers.
Andrew did say she liked him.
And they would be classmates.
And she did read Sumerian...
The wind was from the west. The cool night air was touched with brine as the sea came in to meet the river at high tide.
Across the river the warning light for airplanes came and went, came and went, a soft red heartbeat.
Jason got into bed. The distant sound of traffic on the Henry Hudson Parkway was a gentle lullaby. He fell asleep.
*
Chapter 8
Author: Maia
Rating: G for the first few chapters; later chapters will be PG-13 for violence
Warnings: Multiple character deaths in later chapters
Characters: Dawn, William, Buffy, Giles, Xander, Willow, several original characters
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: Everything except the original characters belongs to Joss
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7, below, is from the point of view of an original character, Jason Margrave.
This chapter was first posted on my LJ here.
Gifts
Chapter 7
April, 2001
They always looked like UFOs, those evening flights taking off from Newark airport. The weirdly large stars seemed to hover over the horizon, and then they would shrink and disappear as the aircraft turned, vanishing into the ether, leaving the buildings of New Jersey alone, while the planes flew off and away to their legendary destinations.
Maybe, some of them, to Prague...
"Jason, is your homework done?" Mom asked from the doorway. She flicked on the overhead light and the planes and lights of New Jersey were gone.
"Not yet," Jason said.
"Well, get to it, then."
"Mom..." Jason paused. "Mom - when can I go to Prague?"
"Jason. I don't even know if your father is still in Prague."
Jason scowled. "Why wouldn't he be?"
"Oh, sweetie. I probably shouldn't have told you about any of it. I knew him so briefly..."
"Long enough," Jason pointed out.
"Jason." His mother's voice had a warning note.
"Can't you tell me anything about him?"
"Sweetie. There's really not much to tell. I was doing research for my dissertation. Sam was four years old - he was staying with Richard while I went on my research trip. It was my first time behind the Iron Curtain. And I was young. And...when I met your father...it was so brief...and it was 1985 in Prague...and I didn't want to get him in trouble with the authorities...I didn't ask him any questions. He didn't ask me any questions. And then I had to leave. And it would have been hard to keep in touch. We just left it at that."
"And wherever he is, he doesn't even know about me."
"No. I didn't realize I was pregnant until after I was back in New York."
"I want to find him."
"When you're older, Jason. We'll find him when you're older. I promise."
*
August, 2001
The New Jersey skyline was shrouded in liquid gold, melding upwards into green, into blue, into purple, into black. Below, the dark cliffs were sprayed with the lights of human invention, and the Hudson river was awash in reflected flame.
A single sailboat came into view, between the buildings, silhouetted against the honey and cream. Jason swallowed. Mom had loved sailing...
He strained to hear Richard's voice through the closed door. He could only catch an occasional word, here and there.
"Eavesdropping?" Sam asked.
Jason looked up, shamefaced. "Yeah."
"Hey, if it were me, I'd eavesdrop too. But you know - Richard is going to tell you anything that he finds out."
"Apparently Mom didn't." He felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He shouldn't be angry with her. Not now.
"She would have told you, Jace."
"Yeah."
"And anyway...whatever happens...Richard has offered to adopt you." Sam had a hopeful look on his face. "He cares about you, he really does. He wouldn't be doing this for you if he didn't..."
Jason looked down. Sam was right. Richard had been so nice. He felt almost ashamed for wanting so much to find a father who didn't even know he existed, when Sam's father was ready to take him in, right then and there.
But then, Richard was Sam's father, not his. Sam had always had a father - yes, a father who had divorced Mom when Sam was only two, but still, a father. Jason had never had one. And now Mom was dead, and he had no parents at all, unless...
The door opened. They both jumped; they hadn't heard Richard hanging up the phone.
Jason's hope died the moment he saw Richard's face.
"I'm sorry, Jason," Richard said gently. "But I'm afraid I have bad news. It seems that...it seems that..." Richard took a deep breath. "It seems that Gregor is dead."
*
December, 2001
The sound of the jet engine shattered his sleep. He sat up, his heart pounding.
He got out of bed and went to the window.
One of the buildings across the river in New Jersey had a warning light for airplanes, a small red light that flashed on-and-off, on-and-off. When he was little one his favorite books had been The Little Red Lighthouse and the Great Gray Bridge, and he would think of the little red lighthouse flashing its light, warn-ing, warn-ing, and look at that light across the river, and it was his own guardian, that light, protecting him and all of Manhattan from human error. But what was the point if the danger was not ignorance but malice?
Another light appeared over New Jersey. Too far away to hear it, yet.
He wondered whether Richard had heard the plane first, or seen it first, from the window of his office, on the 105th floor of the North Tower.
*
June, 2008
"Jason, it's after midnight. What are you still doing up?"
“Look who’s talking,” Jason retorted. He had been so absorbed in what he was doing that he hadn’t even heard his brother come home. Sam was standing in his bedroom doorway, his suit rumpled, his blazer over his arm. Still weird, to see happy-go-lucky Sam in a suit. (Though Sam was not as carefree now as he had once been, of course – not as carefree now as he had been before he had lost both his parents within a few months of each other and had to take sole custody of his then-15-year-old brother.) But he wasn’t just goofy, funny (overburdened) Sam anymore – now he was an internationally-known peace activist. Very weird. “What time did you get home?”
“Just now. Meeting ran late and I had to finish the grant proposal.”
“Yeah, well, I have to finish this translation.”
Sam came over and peered at the books and papers spread out on Jason’s desk. "Are you still working on that thing for Giles?"
"Yeah."
"Haven't you been working on that for over a month?"
"Yeah."
"Slow going?"
"Yeah."
"Maybe you should give it a rest. You've hardly slept in a week."
Jason sighed. "It's just – Sam, Giles seems really upset about what I'm finding. And he keeps on telling me that he needs the rest of the translations ASAP. But I can't figure out why. I mean – it does talk about the end of the world, but almost all our texts do that."
"You live in a weird world."
"Yeah."
"Want some beer and ice cream?"
Jason laughed. Beer and ice cream was Sam’s solution to everything. "Sure," he said. He got up and followed Sam into the kitchen.
"I thought this whole thing was just for knowledge of history, anyway," Sam said, over Sam Adams and New York Super Fudge Chunk.
"Yeah. I thought so too. I mean – I'm still trying to figure out if that rock is a fragment of The Song of the Origin. But it doesn't really matter if it is or isn't. It would be nice if it were...to go down in Watcher history as the one who found it. But it's just my ego on the line, nothing else."
"So why's it so urgent all of a sudden?"
"This thing's never been translated before. It starts out in Sumerian and talks about The Song of the Origin. So we thought it was just for historical interest, cool to research, nothing scary. But then – later on – the language changes - it still uses the cuneiform alphabet, but the language changes – it's actually a demon language, the one they named Achronan A – "
" - the one you’re the only living person able to translate - "
"It's only been five years since the First killed everybody – we're, um, still a bit short-staffed. But...yeah. Just me. It's a cool language – all the tenses are weird, though. These demons – they’re extinct now – they had a weird sense of time, past and present and future are all mixed up. You can't tell if it's history or prophecy or what. But – the bit I'm translating – talks about seven apocalypses in a row, 'each upon the other as the northern night wanes'."
Sam thought about that. "Does that mean seven consecutive spring apocalypses, like the ones from ’97 to ’03?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe it's a different seven spring apocalypses."
“It says that in the last of the seven:
'Two souls within a quickened body burn unto flame, burn unto ash.
Crumbles and falls the gate of hell.'"
"Spike?"
"Yeah. People lose their human souls when they become vampires, but they gain a demon soul. So we assume that vampires whose human souls have been restored have both – a demon soul and a human soul."
"Assuming you buy that soul stuff."
Jason shrugged. "Me, I think it’s just a metaphor for changes in brain structure and chemistry. Vampire brains work differently from human brains; the brains of vampires with human souls have features of both. We assume."
"Interesting."
"Yeah. Anyway. Then it starts talking about the Key destroying the universe, and – "
"What's the Key?"
"I dunno. I think Giles does, though. When I told him about those lines, he seemed really upset."
"Did you ask him if he knows what the Key is?"
"Y- yeah. He – was evasive."
"You think he knows and he won't tell you?"
"Guess he doesn't trust me."
"Is that what this is really all about? You're worried Giles doesn't trust you, and so you're working yourself to exhaustion to get this thing translated, to prove yourself to him?"
"I thought he trusted me."
"Jace, he's only known you a year, and he deals with pretty scary stuff. It's not surprising if some of it is on a need-to-know basis."
"Since I'm the only person who can translate this stuff, you'd think he would think I'd need to know!" Jason knew he was being childish.
"Maybe it's not as big a deal as it seems."
"Maybe. Giles wants the translation ASAP, but - he did agree that it seems like there's no immediate danger. But if there’s no immediate danger, why does he need it ASAP? I think he knows a lot of stuff that he's not telling me."
"What else does the prophecy-thing say?”
"Lots of stuff that doesn’t make sense. 'The Key flows thrice, twice until death and once unto life' – "
"Huh?"
"My reaction exactly."
"Does it say when it’s going to destroy the world?"
"Well, it says there will be 14 more apocalypses between the one that closes the
Hellmouth and the Key destroying the world."
"For demons who didn’t live in linear time, these Achronans - "
" - they didn’t call themselves Achronans. That's just the Watchers' Council name for them. They've been extinct for about 30,000 years. They called themselves – I don't know if we’re reading it right, but it seems like they called themselves the 'People of the Helix'."
"Well, these 'People of the Helix,' then – for people who didn’t live in linear time they sure were specific..."
"Assuming my translation is correct. Which I don’t know. And even if it is correct - assuming that we’re interpreting the text correctly. A BIG 'if'."
"Yeah."
"But, assuming I’m translating it right, and assuming we’re interpreting it right...we’ve only had 3 apocalypses since 2003..."
"So you’ve got a while, then. Plenty of time to find this Key, whatever it is, and throw it into Mount Doom or whatever you need to do to keep it from destroying the world."
Jason rolled his eyes. "Sam, will you please, please someday actually READ The Lord of the Rings?"
"Well, I would have watched the movies, except a certain geek brother of mine who’s a PURIST insisted that the movies shouldn't be watched until the book had been read, so, well..."
Jason grinned. "You know it’s my god-given responsibility as your annoying younger brother to make sure you don’t commit Tolkien sacrilege."
Sam stuck out his tongue and laughed, and then took another bite of ice cream. "But, seriously, Jace...it sounds like nothing's about to blow right now, so...you really could take time to sleep, you know."
"Yeah. I just – "
"Jace. Take a break. The world isn’t going to end tomorrow."
"It might."
"It always might. But it sounds like you’ve got a bit of time on this. Take a break."
Jason sighed. "You’re probably right."
Sam laughed again. "You need to find yourself a girlfriend. Hey, what about that girl you met when you were in London in May? The Slayer's sister?"
"Dawn Summers."
"That’s the one."
"I only got to talk to her for about five minutes."
"Yeah, but you said she’s going to the Columbia Journalism school in the fall too. You’ll be classmates."
"Uh-huh." Jason attended to his ice cream.
"And you seemed pretty taken with her when you told me about her. You said she reads Sumerian, too. You could go 'geeking' together - have romantic evenings translating – cuneiform and candlelight, and –" Sam ducked to avoid the napkin that Jason had thrown at him. He grinned. "Just sayin'. Hey - did you get her phone number, at least?"
"No."
"Jason! I know you’re shy, but ya gotta to learn to ASK. Worst thing she can say is no."
"I SAID we only got to talk for a few minutes."
"You also said that Andrew told you that she mentioned you later and said she liked you."
"Andrew thinks 'matchmaker' is his job description," Jason muttered.
"But if she said she liked you..."
"Sam - "
"You need to get some confidence."
"Sam – "
"You need to learn to – "
" - Sam, could we please not talk about this now?"
Sam looked startled. "Yeah. Okay. Sorry."
Jason sipped his beer. "Yankees are playing the Sox tomorrow."
"I better buy more ice cream, then."
Jason grinned. "You’re more pessimistic than you look, you know."
Sam laughed. "Touche."
It was late, and they were both tired. They finished their beers and washed the dishes in comfortable silence, and headed to bed.
*
Alone in his room, Jason looked out the window. The lights of New Jersey spilled out onto the river.
Dawn Summers.
Andrew did say she liked him.
And they would be classmates.
And she did read Sumerian...
The wind was from the west. The cool night air was touched with brine as the sea came in to meet the river at high tide.
Across the river the warning light for airplanes came and went, came and went, a soft red heartbeat.
Jason got into bed. The distant sound of traffic on the Henry Hudson Parkway was a gentle lullaby. He fell asleep.
*
Chapter 8
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2007-07-09 10:43 am (UTC)I'm picking up threads about time, the key and the Achronans that lead me to conclude this is so complicated that it needs to be read when it's complete.
I like the way you've drawn the OCs btw.
no subject
Date: 2007-07-09 11:50 am (UTC)As for the Key - the only thing that really matters at this point is that there is a complicated and confusing prophecy which implies that the Key will destroy the universe, but which could be interpreted in a lot of different ways - which means that different characters will have radically different ideas about what action should be taken...
I like the way you've drawn the OCs btw.
Oh, I'm so glad to hear that! Thank you!
no subject
Date: 2007-07-09 11:19 am (UTC)Great update.
no subject
Date: 2007-07-09 11:55 am (UTC)