World's Peace

Chapter Seven: There's Fire in that Fireplace...

Chapter Seven: There's Fire in that Fireplace...

Okay...alright...no need to panic, Sileen. That's okay. It's just who you are, so panicking is not necessary. It only wastes time. You've always been you and you is who you are. I'm not making sense.

Dad has always been kind of sleepy, and you never really knew his job. This explains everything.

...even if you don't really know this Turtle guy...

...even if you father isn't here...

...even if this shouldn't be real...

Take a deep breath.

"Okay," I said, finalizing my acceptance.

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Turtle's POV

You know those moments of false relief? Like when you climb up a hill, only to see a mountain right behind them? Or when you defeat one giant to only realize the army behind it?

We were running out of time.

That lovely burst of relief I had when Sileen accepted her identity was short lived when I remembered that we weren't done yet.

"Um...yeah... just because Miss ICanSleepThroughAnEarthquake is okay with this doesn't mean that I am!" Meghan protested. There's the mountain.

"Ugh, Meghan!" I said in an exasperated manner. Why do humans have to make everything so difficult? She folded her arms and gave me a stubborn look. Sileen giggled behind her, but I had to ignore it.

"Look. Your friend is just not the same as you. She's different. I'm different. You already knew that! Now you just know to what extent." I said, trying to keep me anger under control. Thrashing out irrationally would not be good for Sileen. Sileen giggled a little harder.

"Do you have something you want to share with the rest of us?" I slowly asked Sileen, slightly worried that I had something on my face.

"Nope," she stated, "only you."

I gave her a puzzled look and this time she laughed out loud.

"She knows!" she laughed while pointing at Meghan. I frowned at her and began to wonder about her sanity, trying not to show my worry.

"She's pulling your leg. She just wanted to see you squirm. This is probably one of the least weird things she has had to go through! She knows." she said in a pulled-together manner. Deciding to trust Sileen, I glared at Meghan.

"It's true. This doesn't bother me one bit." Meghan said in a bored voice. I slapped my hand to my forehead and dragged it down my face. Why. Me?

I tried to let it not bother me. They were playing a game. They were pulling my leg. They were joking around. We had a time sensitive case. Sileen could put out the whole neighborhood with a bat of her eyelashes. They had JUST woken up for goodness sakes!!!

...but you can't let that bother you.

Pep talk time. Okay. It's time for you to get it together. You were chosen nearer to her break because you're really good at closing down your unsettling emotions. Get in the game. She can't feel any emotion until she gets back. If she's too happy, she could overflow. If she's bogged down with negative emotions, she could burst. She is more unstable than ever. She is not an object of affection right now. She is your assignment, the Sandman's daughter. Main priorities equal her safety and the safety of Earth's people.

When I opened my eyes, I was ready.

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Sileen's POV

I watched the pretty flames dancing in their rightful place at the front of the room underneath the stairs. They swirled around and flickered and multiplied. I smiled at them. If I didn't know that they stung, I would dance with them.

He told me I needed to walk in those flames. Without. Hesitation.

I looked up at him and looked into his eyes, right in the middle where it was possible to see his soul. I saw no worry. No fear. No happiness. No nerves. He was calm, not relaxed, but emotionless. He emitted no emotions, and I was grateful. I fed off people's emotions way too easily.

Despite the fact that I got no negative notions from him, I couldn't help but wonder why the heck I needed to walk into a surprisingly deep fireplace, without hesitation, without dousing the flames. I'd never been one to worry about life or death or safety...however, I wondered why he wanted me to do it.

"Why?" I asked. It seemed simple enough. Plus, Meghan was giving me that "you're about to do something insane" face. To my surprise, he didn't directly answer my question. Instead, he gave me a promise.

"You won't get hurt."

"Um...there's fire in that fireplace." Meghan said with hesitation.

"And this, folks, is why the human is not a Dramodian." I heard Turtle grumble.

"She has to get to her father. However, that's not such an easy task due to where he is: Dramodia. Meghan, I know that you don't exactly remember what happened today. What Sileen did is just the start of it. She is becoming more unstable every second she isn't in Dramodia. She can embrace so much of herself that she hasn't found yet. She's only half-a-being right now. She can embrace so much joy if she only trusts. This is also a test, Meghan. So much is at stake, and Sileen is the only one that can save herself." Turtle said, throwing around confusing concepts like this "Dramodia place" and "embracing my true self".

"Well, then I'm going with her! She needs her best friend, no matter what." she said matter-of-factly.

"You have to travel with the two beasts over there cause your human..."

"...you know what? I think I'll stay. You know? Ya need someone to check up on the house...and how progress is going her on earth...cause what you just said sounded highly important to the world and as an American citizen, I should do my duty and take part in this mission...and those things are freakin' me out." Meghan said as she took one big step away from the beasts. I laughed and looked at the scarier one. My mind felt a little pressured, like a bubble was forming or the feeling right before you burp, but when it popped I giggled because the the two beasts kind of resembled Qui and Pepe...

"Are those my dogs...?" I asked Turtle cautiously. He slowly turned around and made a weird, cautious face and drawled out the word "yeeeeeeeeeesssss...".

I made a weird look back at him. I turned my head toward the two beasts/dogs.

"Well, if you were gonna kill me you would have done it in my sleep or every other day of my life so...we're good here." I'd made my decision. I could either be really awesome and accept this like my body told me to...or I could back out, be a safe little wimp, worry, and cause myself pain because of it. I'm totally going out with being an absolute nutjob.

"Will you be there?" I asked Turtle as I took my slow steps closer to the fireplace to the silent "Wedding March" in my head.

"Before you can even leave...I think. Oh, wait. Um...can you fix that?" he asked, pointing to the nearly bald beast that kind of resembled Qui. The purple, glowing hairs on the floor around her felt like they were pulsing with energy.

"Do you wanna explain?" I asked Turtle, knowing he probably knew something. When it comes to me, he sort of knew just about everything...weird.

"Nope. It's so much more cool just to figure it out yourself." He smirked. I looked back at the pulsing hairs and imagined where they should be, on Qui's body. She looked like a really weird, brown, thinned-out rat without an undercoat. I imagined that the slightly shorter purple hairs would be just that. The color of those hairs is what I felt...not really the object. More like the purple wanted everything to do with what I wanted, and the object it resided on was just along for the ride. When I opened my eyes from my closed-eye day-dream, there were no more hairs on the floor.