Code Lyoko: Revolutions and Evolutions

Chapter 66

AN: Dear readers, I'm sorry for my late posting. I've just had some things I was going through, and I had a nasty habit I had to kick. However, the Lord has helped me with this chapter, and from it, I've learned a lot of lessons personally. The reading Aelita reads is taken without alteration from a volume entitled The Parables of Jesus by William Barclay. I, therefore, claim no credit for the work and is only there for story-telling purposes.

For those of you who do not care for such a segment, I understand. However, it only is to serve as a bit of character expansion regarding the Belpois family, which will be touched on the next chapter. One of these fleshing elements I believe essential is to add nuance to the Belpois family in terms of worldviews, interpretations, etc. And how amongst a family it can be very dividing. I am merely trying my best to illustrate at least the initial phases of the tension of these kinds hinted at in this chapter.

So, as always, read, review, and enjoy. I'll see you next chapter.

Pagliacci-11.

Aelita woke, feeling fully refreshed. The dinner the night before was slightly tense; however, the food was second to none. The bed was immensely comfortable, and as she'd settled into bed, she noticed the eerie quiet of the Belpois house. It was so quiet that she could hear the telltale clicking of a deathwatch in the wall as it were just near her ear. It wasn't eerie, exactly, but it was a very unique quality that Aelita knew if something were to happen at night, it would quickly wake someone, if not the whole house.

Looking over at her clock, Aelita was stunned to see it was half-past four in the morning. How? She'd gone to sleep at nine, but she'd felt as if she'd rested for much longer than that. Aelita sat up gently and turned on the nearby lamp as softly as she could. Aelita couldn't explain it, but she felt that she'd be shattering the calm if she traditionally turned on the lamp. As the soft light filled the room, Aelita took this time to look over the place she was in with a bit more dedication. There was a spacious bookshelf in the far right of the left wall, a horizontal white dresser along the same wall, the nightstand near her bed, which held a few books on the first shelf, but the primary part of the nightstand, closed by double-doors had been locked.

Aelita got up and went over to the bookshelf, and she was more than relieved the soft carpeted floor underfoot rendered her unheard. As she looked over the books, she saw that some children's books were covered in a sizeable degree of dust. She found it a bit odd given the meticulously well-kept nature of the Belpois house. Aelita looked at the books on the second shelf and found these books were more oriented towards the theological and even satirical and philosophical perspectives therein. As Aelita saw, these were books from all manner of authors across this spectrum of thought. Among the names were Dietrich Bonhoeffer, William Graham, William Barclay, C.S. Lewis, Fredrich Nietzsche, Soren Kierkegaard, Aleister Crowley, and Immanuel Kant, to name a few.

Aelita took one of the books by Nietzsche titled Beyond Good and Evil. As she opened the book, she saw clearly a woman's written in black ink. As she read, Aelita saw what she interpreted could only have been the woman's musings on the book's select themes. However, just a bit farther down from this set of handwriting was another set of handwriting in light blue ink. As Aelita read these sets of points, she saw the second set was utterly dismissive of the first set of notes.

Aelita shook her head; she didn't have time or much care to delve into the family drama of the Belpois house at present. She simply wanted a book to read to pass the time of the early morning hours. As she began to read, she saw portions of passages underlined in. It wasn't so bad at first, but as she read, it became vastly irritating how many lines were underlined first then parenthesized in light blue. This interplay, this almost live play-by-play form of observation followed by objecting and counterpointing, became more than monotonous.