Hypnos

Hypnos Awakes

The air was cold. The night was dark. It was late in the year 1243. The thirteenth of November. Mary and Henry Clysdale were weeping silently in their small abode next to the family graveyard. Their beloved son, James had died young. He was no older than ten when he passed. Rumor had it he died of yellow fever, but his grandmother knew better than to believe the lies.

"His soul was eaten by mythical creatures!" She would screech to her son and his wife. "James was taken from us to fulfill an evil purpose! Beware! He shall haunt us all!"

They never listened to the old woman as she spoke of demons and spirits possessing the boy. It was a pity she died not long after her grandson. Henry and Mary had much to weep over, and they knew Mary was no longer fertile. She would live the rest of her life wishing her precious James was never dead. That we would be immortal. She confessed this to Henry.

"Oh, Henry, Thou son hath left us forever. How shall thy receiveth him once more?"

"I shan't answer thy question."

"Surely there is something thy can do for thy son and his mother!"

"I shan't say it. I refuse the sell my soul. Saint Mary forgive me for such unholy thoughts!" He exclaimed

"Henry, I demand thee to tell me what thy thought of. I will sell my soul for my James. I will do anything for my son. Anything at all."

"Mary, thee has no such notion!"

"I am getting older, Henry, all I desire is James. Surely thee understands my overwhelming agony!"

"Very well. If thee may confront the devil and offer him thy soul for thy son, then thee shall receiveth thy son. I beg of thee, Mary, We shall be eternally condemned to hell if thee should sell thy soul for thy son. It is preposterous!"

"Then I shall be condemned forever. I want nothing more than to haveth my own flesh and blood!"

Henry tried his best to persuade his wife to simply live her life without her son, but she would not budge. He left her to find someone in assisting her sell her soul in exchange for her son back. When she did, she called upon the one we cannot name, and asked for a deal.

"Thee called me from the depths of my home. What is is thee desires?" He asked with a sinister grin across him face.

"I beg of thee, Oh Great One, I wish to exchange my soul for my dead son. Bring him back to me, and I beg of thee to make him immortal. I desire for him to live a complete life."

"Thy son shalleth not be the same as thy hath remembered him, but I am willing to accept thy exchange."

Mary felt an agonizing pain deep in her chest. She cried out as she clutched  her chest in an attempt to ease the pain. Then she saw it. Her soul being lifted from her body, and taken by the one who cannot be named.

"Thee has asked for thy son instead of thy soul. Thee shall regret the day thy was in my presence."

The pain suddenly stopped, and she was back in her hut with her husband sitting by the fireplace. A dull ache was left where her soul once was, but she didn't care anymore. "James," she called out.

"Mary!" Henry called from his seat. "Oh, my love, is thee all right?"

"I have found him," she whimpered. "My James hath come home to me. Thy son hath returned, Henry!"

Surely enough, James stood in the doorway of their small hut, a smile on his tiny, freckled face.

"James! Thee hath come home to thy mother and father!"

She ran out to embrace her long lost son, but she was unable to enjoy the moment as her son plunged a long, sharp dagger into her heart.

"I hath come home, mother, but thee shall die on this day." She slumped to the floor, dead.

Henry was shocked. He tried his best to run from James, but it was to no avail.

"Thee runs from me. I am thy son, I thought thee loved me?"

"James, my son, I do love you, but I am afraid thee shall kill me as thy killed thy mother."

"I shan't kill thee, father, but I shall make thee the captain of my army. Prepare, father."

He pulled out a pocketwatch designed with shattered skulls on the back. The watch was made from purely black stone, and he hovered it above his father.

"Sleep now, father. Thy eyes grow weary. Thee cannot keep thy eyes open. Thee wishes to stay with thy wife for all eternity. Thee shall receiveth the honor, and thee shall remember that thy son's name is Hypnos. Not James; Hypnos."

Henry fell asleep with the clock still moving from left to right. He still remembered the moving clock and the evil smile of his son, Hypnos.

                                                     -------------------  A/N  ----------------------

Hey you guys! So the way this works, is that Aliza (me) will write one child/section, and then Laura will write another. It will rotate that way. Anyway, how's the story? It will be similar to this part, but this is the introduction to Hypnos as himself. The rest is the children he captures and puts to sleep like his father. Such a loving son, right? Anyway, don't forget to vote/comment, and I'll see you when Laura finishes her part!

~'Liza