Century Beast

Century Beast Chapter Five- It's Not Like A Cheat-Sheet I Just Need Some Answers

I chicken out yesterday when we came home from the hospital but when I woke up I vowed today I would get answers.

I woke up and curled up on his chest. I flipped onto my stomach and stretched like a cat, nearly falling off of him but he caught me.

I touched his face, moving stray locks of hair from his face. I kissed his face and snuggled into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and I built up the guts to ask the question that could probably save me.

“Why don’t you speak to me anymore?” He hadn’t spoken to me for a long time.

Well sort of. I guess I chickened out.

He chuckled and hugged me tighter to him before letting go and taking my notebook and pencil off my night stand. He began to write and scribble and then showed it to me.

I read his neat and boyish scrawl. “I knew you were going to ask questions soon. I need you to keep an open mind though before I tell you everything, alright?”

I looked up at him and nodded.

He began to write again. I read along from where I was laying on his chest between his upraised arms, where he wrote on the notebook in the air.

“To answer your first question, well sort of, I never really spoke to you. It was in our minds. Sort of like telepathy. I can’t physically speak. I am not really mute, I am completely healthy. I was,” He stopped and thought for a second. But by then I was shocked. He began to write again, “cursed over a hundred years ago. Now before I go on I know you wonder what I mean by cursed, but I have to get into that later. The beginning would be the easiest place to start. Could you please speak? You’re scaring me.”  He finished and looked down at me.

I looked up at him and turned around on top of him so I could look him in the eyes. “Why can’t you speak?” I asked running my fingers through his hair.

He smiled at my worry.

“I’m glad that you’re not pushing me away. But I am scared that what I tell you next will make you scared of me.”  He thought to me.

“I’m here, and open-minded.” I assured.

“Well, over a hundred years ago I was cursed by a witch. She was jealous and angry because I was in love and she wanted it but I couldn’t stand being away from my love. She wanted me to do some jobs too, so that didn’t quite help the situation. So I refused and she cursed me. I still remember her curse:

Reject the quest and pay the fine

For an unwillful separation between the love and line

Roam you may forever more

For the love you lost as part of the cost

Now a beast with a furious roar

Shedding into a new skin when innocent blood is drawn

Changing before a new dawn

Lips are sealed and mind set unleashed

Only to be heard by the love you lead

The sun and the moon are now in control

Until you succeed to pay the toll.”

“Do you know what it means?”

He nodded.

“The first part, ‘Reject the quest and pay the fine, for an unwillful separation between the love and line. Roam you may forever more, for the lost love you lost as part of the cost’ is pretty self explanatory. The line though is the way I was supposed to go. I confused my love with my life and I made everything her. But then the roaming part is the actual punishment after that is was all… dark and I spent so long looking for her. The rest of it is what I am afraid that will scare you and that is what it’s suppose to do. It’s supposed to prolong my suffering.”  He hesitated.