Awaken

Part Four

The only problem with having no idea where you're going and having someone along for the ride of your discovery is the annoyance your companion has toward you. We've been walking maybe a few hours in this terrain full of defensive sun-feeders. There were other sightings of reptilian beings and creatures that reminded me shockingly of my elusive companion, but I was told that they were birds. My ally had created them then, and I couldn't wait to meet the being who made the little feathered beasts who hopped on the dusty ground. Aimee, on the other hand, had no ability to adapt and to be frank, it was infuriating. Emphasis on was. Now? I simply want to find my ally. Aimee goes between yelling at me and muttering to herself and glaring at the back of my head. Bet her superiors had no idea I'd be so difficult but what can you do?

For hours it continued like that, me thinking quietly and her not so quietly protesting, but she always followed. She had such reverence and animosity towards me that it was comical. Haven't had contact with anything more than the voices of the past and the first corporeal being I meet is so conflicted about my presence. She needs me for something, who knows what, but that little smidge of curiosity is what interests me. That wonderful thing can kill, but it also leads to such great fun simply not knowing things is my favorite past time. The more curious I am, the better, the more alive I am and searching for my dear friend in this forsaken wasteland. Though it doesn't seem to be serving me well right now, as dear Aimee huffs out exactly what is on my mind.

"Where the fuck are we now? Do you know where you're going or are you just lost?" She stomped around to my face and had it not been for the sun playing with the heat and causing mirages, I'd have thought there to be a pure look of rage on her face. "I can't beam us out of here, I can't contact anyone," which is good in my mind, but she continues. "It's like we're in some freakish godly dead zone where nothing fucking works, Lucy!"

It hit me then, and I imagine the grin on my face is nothing short of maniacal. Nothing works, of hers at least, and that is EXACTLY what needed to happen. "We're here now, little one, now hush and start stomping." I quietly began stomping on the ground, straying from the path and avoiding the damned sun-feeders. I looked up and her and she just stared at me in disbelief, as if I was doing something odd. I really needed her to start stomping though. Through the shadow we shared, I pushed the little thought that she do it, just maybe, for curiosity's sake. That's what we're here for, aren't we? That and my damn friend, who I think will respond negatively to this but that'll be something to deal with later.

It was mere seconds after that when my foot hit just the right stone and the world cracked, a great shriek sounding from the earth. A cavern below our very feet and in it was a creature. The creature smelled damned familiar, and as it shot a beam of pure light at poor Aimee, I knew. That was my friend. Aimee fell back and scurried away from the edge of the crack I had made, so not to be in range.

"Aimee! We found my ally!" Overjoyed, I picked her up and pointed to the creature in the dark cavernous hole. The little god in my arms was terribly distraught and clinging to me for dear life as she looked down, terror filled her eyes.

"Lucian, we have to leave." She whispered, her voice merely a step away from breathing.

"Why on earth would we do that? We found my ally down there and I plan to catch up." With her still in my arms, I started my down in the hole toward the creature that struck the cord of nostalgia in me. Meanwhile, Aimee clawed at my arms to let her go.

"It isn't safe! It attacked us, we need to return to the other gods before-" She rushed out, but it was tiresome talk.

"I felt your call for the unknown, little one, you were curious. Who better to protect you than me? I don't entirely know who that is, but I have a feeling this thing will!"

Walking closer to the defensive creature, it becomes known that it is actually a small man of sorts, no taller than my shoulder. But it's like he's a blank canvas, completely white in almost every way from his robe to his features, and power just rolls off of him. His hair is long and the color of purity from the heavens, as it cascades down his shoulders, the tips seem to be dipped in the gray of the cavern surrounding him. Skin much like mine when I first formed, before the upgrade, it's pale and almost translucent, purple and blue veins visible on his neck and on some of his arms. His nose is straight, his brows thick and his eyes are that of a brothers. Blood red with white eyelashes, like a poison surrounded by the most delicate bottle, we lock gazes and rage turns to recognition. Power shifts, he rolls his shoulders and walks towards me.

Once close enough, he grabs at dear Aimee and tears her from me, setting her on the cold, wet stone where she inches back. Stern in his appearance he studies me, and it makes me smile. This feels very familiar, indeed, if only I knew why. A thought occurs that I should poke this being, or at best slap him, because this is far too formal when he smirks and claps a hand on my shoulder.

"Those fools brought you back, old friend." The raspy quality of his voice was so welcoming to the ear, I had forgotten its' cadence.

"They needed a primordial for something, so they called me from the shadows. Do you know what I-" I was going to ask if he knew what I meant but he cut me off.

"Yes, I am probably the only one who truly does." He grabbed my hand and squeezed it firmly. "As you are born of shadows, I am born of light. We crave what the other has and in that craving, we've made a brotherhood of sorts when you were last awake. In old times, we were everything and nothing, Chaos and Order personified. And now..." He glanced over to the shocked little god I brought with me. "We can do it all again." His eyes had a fun glint to them, almost bloodthirsty in quality, and I loved it!

"Friend, I don't remember all that, but it does sound very fun." This whole not having memories thing was starting to wear on me, as this small god that was my equal was speaking of our past and possible future and i had no gods damned clue what was happening.

He laughed heartily and looked me square in the eye with his blood pupils, "I am your brother, and you don't remember me! Ha!" The long strands of his white hair swayed as he chuckled. "I'm Sable, dear friend, and so happy you are alive."

Aimee stood from her place on the ground where she watched the exchange with renewed horror. "One of the Creators... the god of Order and Oblivion." her voice trembled, so unlike the warmth I first knew her to be. She seemed so frightened when she turned her eyes away from my smiling comrade to me and spoke softly. "And his brother, the god of Chaos and Creation."

She promptly fainted, her body plummeting to the stone floor. My shadows supported her in a moment of panic as I lunged for her body. Cradling her prone form in my arms and wrapped in shadows, I glance up to Sable and he wears the most knowing grin.

"You always were so soft with  the things you ended up destroying." He chuckled, like a bastard. So after placing Aimee gently down, minding her head, he was punched like one.