Code Lyoko: Revolutions and Evolutions

Chapter 83

AN: This chapter came after a prayer, and I'm greatly pleased with the result. I thank God for the chapter, and I hope all of you enjoy and review it. I'll see you next chapter.

Pagliacci-11

Disclaimer: The music for Sylvia's meditation is taken from the soundtrack of Mary Shelly's Frankenstein from the track; Please Wait. All rights belong to the property holders therein.

Yolanda had heard Sylvia's discussion with Nicolette, for she'd stood silent in the anti-chamber as she listened to her leader's view of humanity. There was truth in what was so vehemently expressed; there was so much truth in it that Yolanda hated to admit the fact itself that served as the roots of Sylvia's basis of contemplation. She had not said a word, standing silently to the left of the door as Nicolette had passed, heading back to the main complex.

Yolanda stood in the entryway, watching Sylvia as she stood in contemplation looking at the blue gem, the burning sapphire blue of the High-Command. She'd heard of the gem's greatness when she was younger and now saw it for what it was, a beautiful crystal which the leaders of North-Gate used to center themselves after fits of rage.

Yolanda remembered when Sylvia's father had told Terry about it years ago, "It is the heart of the North-Gate command functions much as the red crystal is the heart of Lyoko. It was Waldo and my vision to unite our daughters as rulers for what was to be. However, in light of what came to be, what is to transpire, safe-guards will need to secure each component from the other. As you told me in the early days, Terry, the unity of the two sisters isn't possible. They're too distant, and with the division, as it is, one feels more entitled by birthright than she has right to be.

So, to you, I entrust with North-Gate's secrets. Sylvia can't be trusted with them just yet. She's too young, and I would prefer she not know the horrors and evils of this world before her time."

That was the week before the massacre at the house before Sylvia had been forced into what Yolanda was slowly realized was the hell of North-Gate's leadership position. As Yolanda watched, she saw Sylvia clutch the crystal, cupping it with her hands on either side as an impromptu lampshade. Then, to her amazement, music emanated from the crystal's top, and filling the room with beautiful and yet mournful music done in such a gorgeous orchestral sound, she was astonished.

As Yolanda continued to watch, with different stanzas, different faces shined in cyan-colored reflection all around the room. These were faces of those Yolanda knew long in the past, faces that she'd missed, but as she observed, Sylvia visibly missed them more. As the music continued to play, those faces vanished as if dust. Visions filled the room of the wars, the battles, those same faces, twisted in agony as the reverberations of faint shell-fire shook the room. The bodies of countless thousands were bloodied and dismembered in the muck and mire of the homeland's ancient battlefields.

Still, other faces emerged, twisted in sadness and agony; their limp bodies hanged from trees, swinging in the desert sun. More faces showed themselves, and as they faded, revealing the fates of the men and women who had come before, Yolanda, for the first time, was moved to pity as she that these faces were being fueled and prompted by the tears that fell from Sylvia's eyes. Her cries and moans were overshadowed by the music that surrounded her. It was as Yolanda was reminded, in the echoes of Sylvia's father when she herself was young, "It's not true genuine leaders are hard-hearted; they're just better at hiding their pain than others. Sylvia's arrogant, yes. But she believes that station shouldn't differentiate or favor others unfairly. But you cannot and should not condemn her for what she will become and say she has no heart; it simply isn't true."