Awake the Plague. (Continued)

I saw a dim candle flicker from the window to my room as I approached home. I crept silently in, and up to my room. But forgetting that I had allowed that boy access into my bed. My room. If I find that he has touched anything in my room to find out who these strangers who's house he now sleeps within really are.

Regardless of Shea's presence I flopped into bed beside him.
                 "You're home," Shea said with eyes shut.
                 "You didn't follow me." I said while rolling over.
Shea sleepily sat up and looked at me, I felt his eyes on my back and I rolled over to return to facing him.
                 "We met one another within the passing day. I have no idea who you are and from what I gather you don't let anyone know you. I'm sorry I didn't follow you, I really am. As much as it seems that you think you can take care of yourself from what I gather you have no control on piecing together when you fall into a bad  situation. I saved you once today and from what I can smell off of you what you ingested tonight you must have found someone else to save you." Shea said in a stern whispered tone.
                 "I don't care if you want me out of your house and out of your bed, but tonight I am here I am in your house and I am in your bed. Hell I'm going to hold you because personally I feel you lack human interaction and know what so do I!" Shea said while laying down and grasping me and bringing me close into his chest.
                 "Excuse me Shea! I'd appreciate if I could undress myself from this pile of gowns. I know I smell of the night and I just want to slump into a little undressed creature and sleep. I don't care if you're in my house or if you're even in my bed. I just want my normality." I stated with a bittered tone.

As I undressed I noticed Shea's eyes tracing me around the room. He didn't look at me in a manner where he assumed he was in power to make an action towards what his mind might have been racing on about. For some reason this boy has decided to take a position where though we just met he seemed to love me and care for me.
I laid back down in bed and he returned his arms to engulf me. I felt my body weaken within his grip and I began to do this strange thing, a relaxed sensation swept me clean off my feet. I wasn't in need to get up nor read. I just needed to lay there and be with Shea.

The sun rose and coated the grey clouds with a golden hue. My eyes took their time to open and for once I didn't wake at dawn. I rolled over to realize Shea was no longer there. Perhaps he was just another elaborate dream that blinded me into fantasizing about a male bringing interest into my day. I headed to the stairs and realized it was not my room that was empty. I walked through the front door only to be blinded by more breaks in the sky revealing a glimpse of the village as a whole rather than pieces you'd need to approach to see.
               "Fallow, glad to see you're awake." A voice sang out from the garden.
Out hopped the Hare in his Hare form.
               "Nice knickers girl, shall we return to my shack? I have some texts I'd like you to have, before fate makes a fool of me." The Hare asked.
               "Of course I would, but could I possibly bring a new friend?" I tilted my head and asked with a sensual nature.
               "Aha, what a girl. Your quite a horrible at that, what a pleasant jester you are when it comes to playing sexual." The Hare laughed as if I weren't sincerely trying.


I walked around the area of my house looking for any sign of Roison, Fraser or Shea. But I couldn't find any of them. Worried I sped up my pace and headed towards Roison's house. I bolted through the front door and stumbled over top of some strange tubes that now lined the floor. 
               "FALLOW?!" Their voices shrieked
Lifting my head quickly and pushing up from the floor I regained stance and saw the three of them staring at me as though I was the one who was so out of place. 
               "No one was home, nor were you anywhere to be found. So I came to find you and .... here you are." I said pretending I was never in any sort of panic.
               "Fallow! You're bleeding" Fraser and Roison said in sync.
               "Fallow.... You're naked." Shea cooed with a velvet tongue.
               "Fraser; Roison, fret not I'll clean up Fallow. I am trained to do such anyhow." Shea said with a velvet lick of the air. 
The two of us walked back to my house where I sat facing Shea as he whipped together some tonic and pulled out bandages to keep me from falling apart.
                "You're a strange girl you do realize? You're graced with a beautiful one of a kind day and you panic. No one here is going to hurt you. We just want to help." Shea calmly stated.
                "I found you and you seem to have made it your responsibility to take care of me. I did not ask you to. You just did. I never asked you to treat me like such. You just did. I'm a stranger to you. I don't want you to go and grow feelings for me only for me to runaway, or wind up dead." I sighed.
                "Just because I held you, because I flirted and generally want to care for you because from what I can tell the remaining few who do could pass at anytime. I don't want you to be alone in this world. I don't want to be alone either. Excuse me if I was too forward. All that I wanted is to be your friend. Perhaps you should try to make some of those." Shea's tone was honest and he really was alone.

Right So Tell Me Again How You're the Antichrist...?

The Son of Perdition, many false teachers will come and go before the rise of the second Christ. Upon the 'last hour' he shall rise. There can only be one. He will deny Jesus is the Christ, Our Lord and Savior. He will deny God as our Lord and Father and God the Son. He will be a liar and a deceiver like never before. Many shall accept the antichrist for his spirit already dwells upon the earth and he fools many easily. A man of lawlessness, the man doomed to destruction. He shall preform false miracles to gain believers. He plans to use such to rise above God. He shall gain power through being a charismatic, influential and powerful political or religious leader who shall rule the world government for forty-two months. In which time he will bring the world to it's knees. There will no longer be a way of surviving.

It's better to not believe in religion than to not believe and yet support the wrong side.

Awake the Plague. (Continued)

Surprisingly enough the Hare's house supplied everything one would need to attend such an event. Though he didn't dress up himself. He simply wore what rags he had on prior.
However he had a wardrobe that had a wide range of attire set for a basketcase of a princess, ever so suiting of myself.

The two of us made it to the throned quarters and the act was on. No strange looks from a world where animals stood upright and wasted wealth drunkenly slept in gutters. The throned quarters parties blast music from out worldly sponsors. Every guest is draped in gold and jewels and holding a good long fag to their putrid lips.
The world seemed to spin and my eyes couldn't grasp a face. My mind wasn't allowing me to talk within my mind and the Hare chuckled as I announced such thoughts of those around me. The more rooms we walked through opened to stranger events that occur within the realm of the riches. Men and women and creatures alike grabbed their seats with in a room where everything was white and ivory.
            "Wh-what are we even doing hehe?" I giggled as I leaned into the Hare.
            "Well girl were here for one of the lovely events these quarters supply, now when that man comes around with the tray of tumblrs feel free to grab a lovely lilac coloured drink." The Hare vaguely replied.

A water who wore no shirt and had a wildly toned body approached me and the Hare with a platter of drinks, snacks and pipes.
           "Now, now girl. Remember what I said, and be a doll and grab me one of those silver sparkling drinks while you're at it, you're a doll." He grabbed a pipe off the platter while my nose shrunk to be a cute buttoned nose, my eyes widened and grew and soon enough, just as he said. I was like a doll.
The drink sent bolts of energy through my body and I felt euphoric. As the Hare wasn't looking I sipped his silvery drink which made my eyes follow the room through glass worm holes. I watched as the Hare smoked his pipe.
           "Oh darling, the show is about to begin." The Hare sang.
I turned and attempted to keep my eyes still but my eyes produced blurry watery tubular streams that lead me to the two bodies entering the room. Suddenly like as though I was falling the tubes shot back at me making my view widen once more and now I could see the actions.

A man and a woman walked in. The two were both undressed and began to have sex in front of the crowd. We were all meant to sip our drinks and to smoke our pipes and watch. I felt very unsure of what was happening and I sat with my head tilted as her hair swayed forward and backwards. The grunts and cries sounded false and I knew they were liars. The Hare handed me his pipe.
          "Smoke up dear girl." He chuckled.

As I smoked the pipe their grunts and cries and moans changed to words.
          "Love once existed within this throned land. But this is what you all see it as now." He moaned.
          "Love is extinct. No one loves you beasts. Your kind loves himself and uses you all as sex mules to his twisted ideal that sex is love." She cried.
          "You all disgust us. Look at how you use outworldly beings as artistic life forms. You must feel so proper. Are you truly taking in our art? More than likely not. You'll forget about this all." She grunted.
          "But yet not all of you are such fools. The Hare is a philosopher and the girl in his company is a saint masked by alterations to her status." He cried upon finishing, the two stood and took a bow and then their eyes shot across the room to myself. Which lead every set of eyes turned towards me and the Hare.
As I looked to my right I realized the Hare had gotten up and left, I quickly looked left and saw him hopping quickly into the next room where lights pulsated.
           
            "Where are you going." I called out while chasing him through the room where naked bodies danced while the lights throbbed and music whaled.
            "Follow me, follow me. Don't let them catch you dear girl." The Hare shouted while waving his hand towards me asking me to hurry.
I caught up to the Hare and we made our way outside to the courtyard. A cluster of white horses stood sparking by a pool of water.
            "Well girl help me onto one of those beasts and let us go. Return me to my shack. We must get out of here fast." The Hare said while in a rush. reached down helping the Hare secure himself to my side as i leaped onto one of the stallions and rode off towards his home.
            "Why are we running? What did we do wrong?" I asked desperately.
            "You must have said what that boy said, You Are A Saint dear girl. He caught your presence, and of all people those two are the most capable to acknowledge a saint." The Hare explained.
            "You don't mean those two were outer worldly do you? I thought that was just a rumor that had crept into the villages to make us envy and fear the throned. What do you mean I'm a saint. I'm just a vague girl from the valley. I lost my parents and was taken in after running away with gypsies from my town which was burned down. I'm not a saint, if I were they would have taken me too." I whimpered.

Soon enough the two of us were back at the Hares house and I leapt off the horse with the Hare. He fed the horse a sugar cube from his pocket that made the horse shrink into a mouse which he held in his palm and carried up to his shack. As he continued up the stares he transformed back into the man he was before and he waved goodbye and said
            "Goodbye my Saint, it'd be nice to be blessed by your company again soon." The old Hare chuckled.

Awake the Plague. (Continued)

              "So Mr. Fae isn't your husband, but rather your father I assume from your reaction and tone." Shea analysed from my response.


I walked over to my bed where Shea had walked from, I sat and looked at him and closed my eyes and fell back into my bed. Within my mind I analysed Shea.
His eyes were a foggy green and he seemed as though he has had a simple life. He must have been from a better village where the boys can attend class. Which would further to explain his strange kit and steamed bike. 


           "Fallow, Fallow?!" My eyes opened to the pleas of Shea. I swiftly opened my eyes shocked to Shea's fright.
           "Oh, I'm sorry Fallow. I was concerned with how your body would have responded to the shocks of that cold water. Within my work I've seen numerous people who appeared fine one second close their eyes the next and never open them again." Shea sighed as he stepped back from my bedside. 


After the four of us ate together and Roison returned home with my father's assistance. He himself returned moments later and retired to bed. Leaving the two estranged teens.


           "Would it be forward of me to ask to be taken in for the night? With all that happened today I hadn't had much time to prepare a camp for myself." Shea politely asked. 
           "Oh why sure, feel free to sleep in my bed tonight."
           "If I'm in your bed where will you sleep?" Shea asked in confusion.
           "I'm really not sure, anyways I'll see you tomorrow." I said while heading towards the door. 
           "WAIT? Where are you going?" Shea startledly said.
           "Out." I said with the door more so behind me. 
         
Sometimes I feel how vague I am can be cruel, but there's a chance that Shea will follow me. I walked the same route I did this morning except I wandered off course and through the forest. I followed fireflies and strange scents admits the air. Leading myself into a swamp where a road followed the curves of a mountain while damp ground led to a shack held high off the ground with two staircases leading to doors on either side of the shack. 
I made my way up the stairs to the door where I knocked and announced myself
           "Hello, is anyone in? ...Can I come in? .... I'm just going to come in now." 
Within the house sat a man by a small cast iron stove reading a book. He had white hair that was as crazy as a wild flower. His ears and nose were large and like a tree's rings spoke his age. He was a thin man long arms and short legs. His hands engulfed the book and his eyes were enlarged by his glasses.
           "Oh what a guest, Are you far from home?" He asked. 
           "I guess you could say that I have no home." I replied.
           "Where did you come from then if you have no home?" He asked with a calm state.
           "I came from a village which appears to be home." I replied.
           "Were you raised there? Or did you just stumble upon the village like you did upon myself?" He asked with what seemed to sprout great interest.
           "I was raised there but I also stumbled upon it. It is home but at the same time it is not." I replied.
The man shook his ears causing them to grow upward into the ears of a hare.
           "Dear girl, where is home to you?" He asked while twitching his nose that shrunk to a snout of a hare.
           "As much as anywhere could be considered home, nowhere seems to be home." I replied. 
He now pushed his foot off the ground before standing up from his chair and placing his book on the table. Once the book was secured the man fully transformed into an abnormally large hare. However his glasses remained and his clothes seemed to shrink to size. 
          "What a wonder you are." The Hare chuckled. With a hop in his step he hopped on over to a small cupboard where he pulled out a pipe and packed it with some lovely coloured leaves and lit it with a hot poker from his fire. 
Hopping back towards myself and his chair he climbed back and positioned himself to the same stance he had upon my entering. 
          "Take a seat dear, join me and my pipe." The Hare asked politely.


So like any other girl my age I sat and shared a pipe with a Hare. We spoke of philosophy and life until he remembered he had an invitation to a Social in the throned quarters. Now that he was one high hare he felt that inviting myself to crash the event was but a rich idea he could never turn down.

Awake the Plague. (Continued)

We didn't take the path I came back to my village. He must have known the knights would continue down the path knocking aside anyone in their way if not slamming a cast iron cage onto their head to which indicating that they were seen as sinners, and soon to be offerings to the throne's church.
Following down paths I felt only I and other locals knew about we made it to the village before the knights. I moved my hands up to the boy's shoulders and asserted my footing on his bike. As he sped around the village passing the shadows I screamed
              "THE DARK KNIGHTS ARE COMING!!"
To which I heard my voice echo back saying things such as "The darkness is coming." It's strange how an echo can guide one's voice.

The familiar shadows of those of the village disappeared, I pray that they make it to a spot they wont be found out.
I directed the boy to my house where he crashed his bike into a bush sending our limp bodies into the small stream behind my house. Upon running to the house I grabbed Roison's hand and pulled her inside. The boy followed blowing out any candle and the four of us hid in an underground drying room we had dug out for such occasions.
We sat in silence, Roison was curled up in the arms of my father as he covered her ears so she wouldn't hear the knights and their horses painful footsteps.
I found myself out of breath and leaning into the boy, I was shaking from the cold river's grasp and bit my lip to stop my teeth from chattering. A sharp crunch sound announced that I had bitten through my own lip, to which the boy wrapped his arm around me and slipped his fingers between my teeth to cease further damage. An hour must have passed before the bells of our neighbors rang announcing it was safe to come out.
I went first up the ladder slowly lifting the thick door to our hideaway, peering my eyes around the room to ensure nothing had moved and that they hadn't left anything behind. The three followed behind me, I felt Roison clench my hand for her own comfort. The boy pulled out a small device from his pocket and lit numerous candles and lanterns around the house. He headed out to the river to fetch some water and returned with a kettle full to brew the lot of us some tea.
             "Well my little Fae, wont you tell us who this nice boy is?" Fraser shakenly said while trying to brighten the mood.
             "I'm Shea Middlan, your daughter Fae wouldn't know that though. She generally likes to not only talk to strange men under bridges but she likes to invade their privacy." He announced.
             "For the record I was not bothering a strange man, but rather curious about what an estranged boy was doing under the bridge with his odd trinket kit. Also my name isn't Fae, it's my surname." I said with a whip of my tongue. 
             "Excuse my child's quick wit boy. Her name is Fallow, she would have let you find out on your own if it wasn't for me. I'm Fraser, this is Roison and welcome to our humble abode. May I ask why you two are drenched in bog water?" Fraser said with his sweet curiosity.
             "Fraser I guess our dinner date is not only going to be early tonight, but it looks as though we will have some guests." I sang.
             "Fallow found me under the bridge down the road, I am a plague worker. I was brewing some new medicines from your villages lovely abundances of life from this death filled air. Hoping that they could serve to heal some of those with death at their feet. I was interrupted when Fallow peered over the bridge and struck up conversation with a heavy chain of questions. I heard the knights approaching as their horses' hooves echoed through the ground and bridge. So I climbed up by her side and swept her to safety. But rather than remaining under the bridge she plead to return to the village to warn those in the village. We rode to the village on my steam engined bike, which I then crashed into your bushes which sent us hurtling into the stream." Shea said with a calm voice.
Roison and Fraser's faces laid blankly upon Shea, they had no idea what he had just said to them, but they were too sweet to even question a single word Shea just said. Though with how they looked at the two of us I would assume they thought they were seeing sparks. 


I watched as Shea tried to explain his chemistry and bike to the two. His hair was like a soft brown damp mop. Roison had asked him to remove his clothing to be washed and dried for his troubles. This house is not large and I was asked to show Shea to my room for him to change. I grabbed from an old chest in my room a fairlawn shirt, a nice pair of trousers and a set of undergarments that I felt would fit the boy. As I turned around he stood in his birthday suit hands fearfully covering his parts and he was stripped of his confident expression. 
              "Here you are Shea." I said while handing him the new attire. He grabbed them quickly and waited for me to leave. 
              "Oh no boy, I'm not leaving you to fondle through my things to figure out who I am. This is my room and you're a guest in it. I know I should have manners and to trust a guest alone in my room. But as you said you're just some strange man I stumbled upon." I said with personal dominance. 
              "Uh aha well, I guess you have me there. Are these your husband's clothes?" Shea said while dressing himself, he really tried to maintain some modesty.
I ignored his question and sat in silence as he resumed dressing. He stood up and stepped forward as the sky broke a stream of light into my room. It landed upon Shea as I looked up and mumbled,
             "They're my father's." 

Awake the Plague. (Continued)

Walking out the door to our small village in the throne's shadow everything seemed to be foggy and other town folk seemed to be but shadows of people going about their day. Behind our polite home and shop was a farm that Roison a local widow has decided to grow and share with us in thanks for our support since the death of her husband. My adoptive father makes some of the finest swords and daggers this area has ever seen, not only are they of the greatest quality, but they look as though Ares' tears had formed them. Unfortunately my father goes unnoticed.

Within the next six days I will become eighteen years old, my father knows and as does Roison. I'll come home to a small cake that will be split into three portions. They will insist I eat it all, but I want them to taste it and enjoy it with me. Otherwise I might as well be eating mud. The portions will be a bite or less, but either way I will see the two of them light up with happiness. That is all I ever want, I wish I could keep them safe and see their happiness always. But the truth is I haven't seen many faces in this village that aren't dull or worn out. If the sun's absence is at all relevant here, it may have to do with the unpleasant moods of the villages surrounding the throne. Along with the toxic moods that pour from the throne's decisions.

I find myself walking down the cobblestone paths to the bridge over the stream. My days often consist of wandering the town, wandering the countryside and sometimes if I'm really bored I'd sneak into the throned quarters to witness the puppet play they believe is life.
Today however I've found a boy. The boy sat under the bridge with a strange set of tubes and bottles. With a black cloak and boots and a strange mask nearby. The air was filled with a strange smoke that came from his trinket machine. Flames spat blue and purple streaks, water and liquids bubbled and the boy sat filling an odd bottle.
               "Excuse me boy, What are you doing down there?" I said like a girl disguised as a cat.
               "Excuse me miss, Well what are you doing up there?" He said with a witted slur.
               "Hmmm, what a question. Well I'm not putting strange fluids in a jug, I'm not in a midnight cloak and boots, I don't sit with a mask by my side, nor am I streaking the air with coloured whisped flames bringing an intoxicating fume to the air. What about yourself?" I replied.
               "Well I'm not snooping around in other's business, nor am I .." He climbed up as quick as his smart wit to the bridge. He was in front of me for only a second but enough time to engulf me in his cloak and roll over the edge of the bridge. We landed near his strange kit with me on top of him. He quickly pulled me under the bridge from where he covered my mouth and we watched as two dark sillouhettes of the throne's dark knights rode to where I was standing. They stood for a second before heading towards my village.
               "Nor am I about to meet an untimely demise." He finished.
               "What are they doing in this area? The presence of them never means anything good." Fear fell from my lips as my heart sped up.
               "Of course they aren't going to do any good to that village ahead. I assume you're from there?" He did not seem to fear the knights or what they'd bring to my village.
               "Enough questions boy, I need you to help me make it back to warn the villagers to hide. Please!" I felt a tear fall down my cheeks in as much as a rush as my heart. It fell from my face to his hand where his eyes then followed.
               "Oh, well sure..." He seemed to change to follow my reaction to the knights.
He lead me to this strange machine he quickly packed his trinket kit into. I had never seen anything quite like it, so he mustn't be from a village.
I watched as he quickly head to the river with a bottle at hand, he scooped up water and twisted the jug into a small compartment within the thing.

               "Okay now put this on and hop on the bike." He asked while handing some strange leather cap with goggles my way. He had his own on in a flash, while I sat fiddling with mine on what he referred to as his bike. I barely had it on when he said,
               "You may want to hold on." He said as he stepped on some peddle to make us speed away towards the town.

Awake the Plague.

In a day where the skies over the villages rained only ashes, where night fall meant death would have taken it's toll in the morning came the men in the masks to bring remedies to the people of the throne. They worked their wonders feeding the ill their concoctions in hopes that death would remain next to the ill's feet and never make it to their heads.

Though the bleak and the weariness that laid among the people lives carried on and death was not feared by all. For death was just a fact of life one could never quite avoid, but only escape the grasp of for some time.

The sun rouse bringing the grey ash born sky aglow, birds began their morning song disregarding how bleak they days really are. Morning is morning and it shall be welcomed regardless of how weary the sky's state was. With morning woke many who went about life working to maintain what little they had. But upon all the eyes that opened to another routine day woke a young girl. 

A girl with soft white hair that resembled a lamb caught in the moon's rain. Hey eyes gleamed with blue that reflected oceans from far away, within her right eye was a fleck of gold one would only see if they were ever to have the grace to be that close to her face. She was seen to be fragile and like a gentle diamond in build. But the girl was far from being a dainty grace to one day. 

Known for being mysterious, everyone felt they knew her but not a soul could ever gather every detail about her, for she was very secretive and seen as mysterious. Though she was but only being vague. 

Her name Fallow Fae, born with water in her veins and the moon in her eyes. Her parents mysteriously vanished and like any other village rumors were all that remained in their place. 

Fallow woke at dawn as the wind crept through her windowsill, as the birds song whispered in. 

As my eyes woke to the whispers of the world around me I knew another day had began once again. Thankful I did not pass in my sleep, but however like any other day I am quite unaware of what the world has in store for me. 

My feet graced the cool wood floor and I walked steadily on the tips of my toes to the stairs. I headed to the kitchen bellow and grabbed an apple and kissed the forehead of the old swordsman that made an effort to replace my parents.

             "Dear girl, where are you heading today? An apple shouldn't be the only thing you eat, why not sit down for a change? Come and eat breakfast with an old man before he forgets your face." Fraser gleamed. 

             "Fraser my father, I doubt you'd forget my face. I thought throughout our years that you had memorized every detail of it by now. You know I cannot sit still long enough in the morning, I'll be back by the time the sun begins to set. I'll take a seat with you and tell you glimpses into the events that unraveled within my day, and YOU can tell me anything as you please because I love everything you have to say." I spoke with such a honey tongue. 

             "Try to be careful dear girl, the last thing I want is you to get in a situation you cannot flutter your lashes to get out of." Fraser pleed.

             "I promise you that I will not only come home in one piece, but that I will never wind up in a situation I cannot handle. But regardless to if I do, you know I will make it out in time to have dinner with you. If not than I recommend calling in all the goodhearted men in the land to track down what remains of me." Said with a wink before I bit into my apple. 

Tomorrowland (Continued)

The sky here seems to always drape this nowhere with a thick and smooth coating of mist. Slim outlines of what lies around this sky climbing building. But yet I haven't the slightest clue to where I am.
              "Carmen, I need you to come assist me. The hotel is fully booked and the lobby is a mess, would you please come help tidy it up and brighten this day for our guests?" Father cooed.
You'd think that I'd be bitter towards his plea, but he seems to not only actually need my assistance but what he asks of me makes my little nose dig out more dirt on what exactly is so special about this nowhereland and the man that seems to run it.

He wasn't lying when he said we were fully booked, the movement and commotion throughout the lobby reminded me of a pile of ants swarming someone's sweet creamy drips from their ice cream cone.
Sometimes people approach me treating me as though Father Everest was my own blood father. Their fingers typically smell of the cigarettes and they entwine in my hair, pinch my cheeks, or pull my chin up from the floor. I'd give them a good kick in the shins, but I've learned that if I want anyone to give me what I want or tell me what I want to know I need to smile real sweetly and bat my lashes like their aint no tomorrow.
I stopped living a long time ago, I no longer pay attention to what is happening in my own life because my life was never significant to nobody. When it became no longer significant to myself i took an interest in putting myself in other people's business. Which has gotten me nowhere.... Until now.

So far what I've noticed about this place is that it sure as hell gets a lot of visitors for a place with the saddest weather. The men drink a lot and exchange wives for the night. Everyone is always smiling. But there is something off about my happy home. A pile of secrets and unexplained happenings, disappearances, and an abundance of profit beyond what the hotel should be making.
I'm not gonna go and rat out Father, but it 'aint my fault that this kitty cat got curious. This place is reeking of something that is beyond fishy.

Deuteronomy 18:10-11

Let no one be found among you who sacrifices his son or daughter in the fire, who practices divination or sorcery, interprets omens, engages in witchcraft or casts spells, or who is a medium or spiritist or who consults the dead.


(To Explain My Feelings Towards This)
I am fully against anyone who'd risk a child's life or overall well being for selfish reasons.
However divination, sorcery, predicting omens, white magic and spell casting, along with being able to consult the dead who have not passed on is not a sin but a blessing. God given powers that can only be seen as a sin when used wrongfully. For anyone with a good mind the 3-fold is taken into thought. For your actions against the well being of another to benefit a single person causes a great disruption, in response you play fault and with such you risk it coming back to you far worse than one could ever imagine.

Play Safe Kiddies.

Corinthians 11:14-15

And no wonder, for Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light. It is not surprising, then if his servants masquerade as servants of righteousness. Their end will be what their actions deserve.

He or She

Some theories are that the antichrist walks among us already, and that we have only but short time to learn who he or she is. Over time numerous people have been accused and executed for such accusations of being or being in contact with the antichrist. All trying to work their way to put an end to what they fear. All while feeding his strength.

Now it is more common to come by supporters of the antichrist, those who refer to the inverted cross as "antichrist swag." Blind to know what they even dabble with. For it may be cool now, but if he gains strength he wont give a single fuck to care who you are. You are here to die. For you are more important to him dead than you are alive. And it 'aint fun to be dead hun.

Many believe that the antichrist is a union of people, a board of which they all gain power by bringing a plague of death. This sounds correct, but yet the power always comes down to one in the end and they all know this. Therefore it will be an unfair battle to which the antichrist will blindside all that helped him gain his position.

All he wants is power, and to bear the strength those before him have failed. He who was not comparable to the strength of God craves the downfall of man. By allowing man to lose their faith in God and follow stupid trends to bear strength into the hands of the antichrist they will begin to overthrow. Within time he will take over as our "God" and from that day forth you will desire death but it shall flee from your side.

1 John 4: 1-3

Dear friends, do not believe in every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, because many false prophets have gone out into the world. this is how you can recognize that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is from God, but every spirit that does not acknowledge Jesus is not from God. This is the spirit of the anti christ, which you have heard is coming and even now is already in the world.

Frozen Berries

“It´s too cold outside, 
for angels to fly.”


 When I was little I told my mum that before I was born I was up in heaven picking berries with the angels. I never understood where this came from. I was too young to have any idea what I was saying. But of all things why this? 

Perhaps it's because when I was little berry picking was a prized memory of mine, as was the thought of angels. 


But if one were to break this dream of mine down to the very core we could ask, what berries was I picking? Where did the berry picking occur? and how many angels were present?


Well being myself I recall berry picking for being something I loved to pick such as strawberries, something I was used to picking like raspberries or something I wasn't too keen on such as blueberries. 
Blueberries - Represents your youth and the desire to recapture aspects of your youth. It is a symbol of eternity and optimism of the future. Alternatively, it may depict your depressed mood and saddened state of mind.

Raspberries - A precious delicate matter.

Strawberries - Strawberries are often associate with feminine qualities and female sexuality. Alternatively, to see strawberries in your dream, indicates that your ideas and goals are soon realized.

Most of this seems quite possible. I was youthful at the time, yet was even then quite ahead of my age in what I wanted in life. I also didn't always have a happy childhood either. Which could have been a sign from a childhood dream of coming troubles. The age I was at was precious and delicate in matter, my mind was being molded. But I think my childhood lacked in sexuality, or at least I hope so.

The berry picking occurred in heaven which was always depicted to me as a safe place. Which makes great sense to why I choose heaven of all places to pick berries.

There were two angels with me in my dream, and apparently the number two like any detail in a dream is quite significant. 

Two is a female number indicating balance, sharing, give and take, and two way communications. The number two is important for mediums and as such they often have dreams which are littered with the number two (weddings, twins, etc.). Dreaming of the number two is not enough in itself to indicate that a dreamer is a medium. But it is a good indicator.

Breaking down childhood dreams is always quite twisted to me. But the biblical inquiries I had as a child specifically draw my attention due to my ever changing relationship with God and my beliefs.

Tomorrowland

Driving across this land is so bleak, nothing we pass has any significance no more. The place we departed was no longer my home, they didn't want me. So here I am, being taken across three damn states to take me who knows where. Nowhereland, Oregon. Towns we've been driving through for the past some odd hours filled with blank dead faces and deserted bodies. They're alive, but their lives are dead. They 'aint even gonna leave a speck on this lifetime let alone history.

I've been thinking, the worst part about being abandoned or put into foster care isn't even knowing no one wants you. I don't care that I 'aint wanted, I didn't want them either. I think the worst part is that I don't know where I'm going besides Oregon. I don't even get to know a town name, no address. They could be sending me to a sweatshop and all that would be expected of me is to sit here, shut up, and try to smile like I mean it. Look good and purdy for the pedestrians, make everyone believe I'm A-Ok. But I am okay, I just feel so unsure. It's not my fault I don't have all my marbles together, it's hard to see them all with some being more translucent than others. But I geuss that's life, not knowing what all you got until there's too much to deal and it all comes spewing out like something from a horror film.

The car moved as though it had a mind of it's own. Running us towards a new mystical home, a place of great power that would somehow take me and mend me of all my wounds. Like the pure bullshit my counselors spoke of. No one will take me and keep me, No one will mend my wounds. They'll only make them bigger and more infectious when they throw me out just like those before them. What makes this one so different? Why are they so sure he'll make an impact.
This thought came across me as my eyes woke, I sat up and turned around to the slowing tires and the misty air.
                "Alright Missy, it seems we are finally here." The Cabbie coed.

This was not a home like the ones before. They were all small and loosely kept. Resembling those who laid within them. But even through the fog I could see that something was different. The building was not some hob shack, but a building reaching to the skies. I walked upon the loose stones approaching the towering silhouette, as they turned beneath my feet I heard the door I was approaching open up.
               "My child, I bear your journey was a safe and blissful one." The calm voice danced through the misty air.
               "Ahh Father, it was indeed a safe journey." The Cabbie raspily said as though his prayers had been answered.
              "Father? I'm the foster child what do you mean by him being Father?!?" The thought escaped me before I could filter it, I am exactly what I said.. A child.
              "Ahaha, dear girl.." His calm voice appeared to approach, "I am but a Father of many." As he stood before me it dawned on me from his white collar. A man of God being allowed to take in foster children? They had rules against putting care into hands like these. I always thought they avoided conforming a child's mind to that of a book.
But yet he stood so graceful. He could barely be a shadow amongst the air. He was not a man of age, his hair was a soft blonde with hues of light brow. His eyes were as light as crystal and he was broad. I would have never expected him as a man of faith, let alone a man I could legally call my father.
              "Dear child, I doubt you have expected any of this. But believe me you are in for quite the treat living here. I am Father Everest, feel free to call me as you will." His voice graced my ears, I felt different here.

What Happened That Night (Continued)

My mind has never felt this blank before. I tried to piece together anything, anything to give an idea where Cobbie had gone off to. Did she get into a car? Did she take a new route? Did she feel adventurous and walk under the bridge rather? But nothing, nothing came to me and nothing strung together.
My eyes began watering and the man realized I couldn't carry on.
"Alright Miss Lillium, it seems this is taking quite the.... a mental toll on you. You can head home now, but if anything comes up be sure to drop by." He rose from his seat and opened the door, he wasn't empathetic to my tears he could careless how I felt.

I decided to walk the way we would have that night, see if the journey would bring back any memories lost along the way. But everything seemed so different in the day.
Well all up until the bridge. Our town was built on top of an old coal mine that ignited when I was a child. They told us that there was no harm it could do to us now, the ground beneath us would not collapse nor would our air or water be poisoned. They were right about a majority of it so it seems, but I wouldn't trust the water with from what I've seen.
This bridge is a perfect example of why though, as you approach it you notice a strange fog that doesn't move from the river's bed. Just follows it along our town and the mine beneath it. The closer you get to the water you see the bubbling and escaping steam. The mine's fire is boiling our streams, they do not dry up but they provide no life. You'd have to be a mad man to dare swim or to let alone swim in this water.
I guess this is just why the water companies were so sure it was still safe to live here, they didn't care about whether or not we'd be healthy they just wanted to expand their markets.
While standing midway along the bridge I held my head in my hands and waited, the road was silent and the only sound was of the fog swaying up around me. It had been late when I left the office, but as my eyes reopened it was as though I had regained consciousness. There is no way I had been here for this long.

"Lilliummmm...." My name rung like a bell from God knows where,
"Oh Lillium, wont you come and play?" The voice seemed to escape from beneath me and stuck inside my head like a mental plague.
"Lillium come down here, I have something to show you..." It continued, echoing on as though the world was enclosed to the two of us.
The voice rang clear, she was beneath me. But why would anyone dare to be under the bridge?
I began back down the road to the edge of the hill to make my way down into the fog. The ground was moist and being able to keep grip was nearly impossible. I made my way down fast and sharply by no choice for I spent a great deal sliding and clinging to trees and roots to regain stance. Upon making it to the shore I had no idea what to do, where to go, or where I was.
"Forwards Lillium, you wont find anything if you don't even look hard enough." The voice echoed on as a pebble came skipping across the water from in front of me.
I slowly approached as the water spewed small geysers of unusual gases into the fog. I could hear the waters bubbling go silent and I saw a grey figure outlined in front of me. I continued forward to see someone unbearably familiar staring back at me.
"Finally Lillium, I thought you'd never come." She seemed to not fear a thing as she reached into the boiling stream to pull up Cobbie's deformed corpse.
I woke up immediately. No longer was I near the bridge, it was all a dream. Or at least so it seemed. I realized my room had tracks of mud through it and my shoes were still on. It was as though I walked home from within a dream.

My body told me to clean up the mess, I had to get rid of any sight of mud or this dream. I wanted to wash away the thought really. But I also wanted avoid any further questioning of my suspicious activities.
No one was awake yet, and in which I was lucky. My mother is pretty anal about the well being of her house and the last thing you wanted to do was be the one who tracked unusual black mud through it. I scrubbed as though my life depended on it, I couldn't have anyone wake up and catch me in the act.
I was just finishing polishing up my shoes to clear their them of any remaining evidence when the door bell rang. At this hour no one would dare ring a doorbell in this town, unless something serious had came up.
As I changed into pajamas and hobbled myself down the hall behind my family I felt as though I had gotten away with my forgotten night. I too looked as though nothing out of the usual occurred.

"Uhhh, sorry to wake you at this hour... But the body of Cobbie was found this morning down the stream in the next town over. I'm sorry but, Cobbie is dead." The officer barely paused in his movements. He just took a step back and headed back towards his car after giving a once over of our reactions.
I felt my family's arms all caress me as I stood in shock. They must have felt they had comforted me from nearly breaking down. But I just felt like I had already knew.

What Ever Happened to Cassie?

Where do I even remain Cassis? You are no longer less of a threat, you actually make decisions now. Like what is this? Where do you even get off?

You see I don't get off, Cassie is no more. I am Cassis I am the fruit of your labor or lack of really. Without me you'd be a bore, doing absolutely nothing with yourself. They all see through you, and you know this. But no one has yet to even grasp me. I'm more complex, a go-getter. Your the brains and I'm the ambitions. So how about you get your sorry little ass up in the morning and go to school? Get the grades and make em count for what all you lack. Whereas I'll tend to your social life, keep it thriving. Really get you going. All while you sit around on your toosh dreaming of what we could be. The life I'll get you. Alright babe?

But what if we hurt someone more than we have? What if we fukk up like we always do... then what?

Calm down wuss, well you see if we fukk up again we can just move on make up for it else where. We both  know it's easier to run and hide than it is to stand ground for all that their fighting for. We can only do so much. Remember you are not strong enough to get by without me, and there wont be much of me without you.
Settle your demons girl, because this is going to be quite the ride.

Noones going to dig this but I geuss it's worth trying for now.

What Happened That Night

"Lil?" a voice perused while cutting through my slumbers,
"I don't know if you remember anything from last night but apparently you need to." The voice seemed to be serious. Whatever this was about wasn't going to go away. I couldn't just sleep this one off.
"...Wha-what is it? Why is my memory being tested? Do I look like I'm in the state to go even trying to grasp what happened lastnight?" Making sentences seemed difficult, just proving that last night's happenings may be better left forgotten.
"Cobbie is Missing! Alright? Now can you get your ass out of bed?" Her voice was sincere, our friend must have never returned home last night. Meaning I was the last person to see her.
"What do you mean missing? Cobbie always spoke of leaving this damn town one day. Maybe she went through with it? Maybe she moved on?" As much as I was trying to be reassuring I just was trying to escape being the main component that may locate my missing friend.
But I'm not sure why I'm trying so hard to not go looking for her, I was last seen with her and I'm sure I can regain enough recollection to go ahead and lead the investigation somewhere. But something seemed to be hiding in my mind. Some information just wanted to be forgotten.
"You think Cobbie would go without saying goodbye to us? Without packing any clothes or sentimentals? Come on Lil you'd have to be ignorant to even think that were a possibility." She was right, but I wish she weren't.
The truth is I don't remember what happened last night, the thought of coming up short with information and seeming suspicious in front of cops partially terrified me. Not because I was guilty, but because they'd write my suspicious behavior down and that would follow me forever. My life would be spent under some government asshole's eye.
My mind began sculpting so it seemed, taking the pieces of my mind and arranging them back into their original form. It felt incomplete, as though some pieces were lost under the couch. But I began to remember the night, the night that Cobbie went missing.

There was a stale coffee smell through out the police station, as I sat within an investigation room almost like the ones seen on the television except far less fashionable. The paint peeled, the chair's cushion was a retro print that had worn holes in it. There was no Good cop nor Bad cop. Just some overweight man who seemed to have not a single care in the world about Cobbie's disappearance.
They probably don't even care if shes okay, or even still alive. All they want to do is find some evidence so they can push this off into some simpler category and move on. By making it appear that the crime rate in this town has been brought down by them, they get a big ole bonus to congratulate on their job well done.
Though we all know they are just passionless pigs.

".... Right, Lillium Colgaski is it?" His voice sounded drunken and cold,
"You, uhmm.. were with Cobbie Howard before she went missing correct?"
"You can call me Lil if you prefer and yes I was walking home with her." I felt very calm in the position I've gotten myself into. Perhaps I appear too calm to him, emotionless to the missing persons aspect of this.
"So, Lillium, was there any suspicious or illegal acts of the night?" He spoke as flatly as possible.
"I.. I don't get quite what you mean by that sir." I felt my head tilt to prove just how puzzled I was by this.
"What were you girls doing that night? Boozing? Huffing? Smoking the Dope? Shooting up? Meeting the Night? Huh?..." He seemed out of breath by his sudden eruption of smoke. "So what was it you were up to?"
"We were just walking home, you can go ahead and accuse me of anything in the book. But the truth is all we had done was walked home. We had previously been at the school helping prepare for a dance fundraiser. Cobbie and I live in the same direction so we typically walk home together. It was just after dusk and the sky seemed almost grey. I remember we were around the market and we saw a van. But I don't entirely remember what came after that. We were really tired, and I just wanted to get home.

Ephesians 6:12 ESV

For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil and heavenly places.

Captain's Log

It's impossible I swear. When I actually wake up in the morning I feel excited about my day briefly, but then I realize I haven't been spending as much time as I once did being the artist I once was. Perhaps that's why I feel in such a choke hold?

I want to be locked away with a computer, my thoughts, dreams, ambitions, paper, art supplies and music in some leaky basement near a pool in the dog days of summer. It'll be cold there and I'll have a few companions.

Like Eugene the timid miniature italian greyhound.

Oasis the Siamese cat.

TJ the Sphynx.

and the cute little Nymph the Corn Snake Hybrid (Black King Snake + Red Rat Snake).

Together we'll have some relationship that cures my worries of being bad at everything I do. Whether it's art, music, relationships, school, as a daughter, as a friend.... or in life in general. I just want to have a way to feel like I wont mess everything up.
These little creatures are just a bunch of my desires that cast an idea of the real me I hide from everyone. By letting you read this I'm just pointing out what not many people may know about me. I hope someone catches it. I hope someone can understand me.

Youthhood

So, pretty much just keep your mouth shut/ remind yourself not to behave like a child. Stand up straight and make eye contact. Because we leave lasting impressions. And nobody digs the slouching juvenile presentation. Take care in your words. Err on the side of caution. Silence your self in the presence of doubt or authority. If you must, be sure to speak in turn. Brief and direct. Listener comprehension should be more satisfying than compliments on your vocabulary. ///// The vernacular is a disturbing pretense to cunning, as the subtlety of non verbal insight weaves a shroud of ambiguity where dimness does disguise shape sign and meaning. So a boulder seems a body or a smile seems a scowl and a warning whispered might be an invitation.

its like the sun revolves around you. and were only in our early teens. trying to reach conclusions without exposing our confusion. its like, whats the point of doctrine if we second guess it when comes the time to act. better really believe what you decide on. better understand it. cuz these ideas should influence our instincts.ready yet? get set. and there is no time to get there now. we must arrive immediately. its all a trick of the mind. reasoning only gets us so far. then its left to silence. motionless before the rest of time.surrounded by endless desert. logical path trailing back. swept away by unforgiving winds. no hope for hesitation. might as well trudge through drying concrete. better then be sure about each step. and like her words dont take a single one for granted.                 (Dante)

To Watch, Raise and Harvest (Finished... For Now)

There were pebbles under the tires as they stopped, making a rustling sound rise through my mind.
         “Everlyn, wakeup my dear. You are finally here.” The Watcher’s mouth pumped with less excitement and more dread.
Waking to a burning light I rose from the seat, as my eyes came to grasp a dirt road surrounded by deserted fields.
         “Are we here? Are you sure this is it? I’m almost certain there was more greenery within my slumbering state of wakeful sights.” I said with my weary tone.
         “This is the spot you marked upon your slumber dear, perhaps we shall wait.” The Watcher lit up a joint to mark the beginning of our wait.
I walked around the empty trailer that the Watchers cleaned up as our designated home for the remaining hours. Kicking stones and blowing into grass to pass the time. I laid sunbathing on top of the 57 Chevy Hire that brought us here. The Harvest live under a harsher sun, but luckily my genes protect me from it’s harmful rays.  
I must have been asleep for fifteen minutes before I heard else’s tires come rambling down the dirt road. I opened my eyes upon a large white bus with the Harvest Youth hanging out. They chanted and smiled and sung songs. Once they saw myself they called out to me.
          “Oh here comes some fresh meat,” “Hey hey what do ya’ say New Girl?” called the girls upon the bus.
          “Hey there honey you’re looking mighty fine, there baby” The males cooed.
But I set my sights on the male near the back of the bus, hanging partially out the window. He looked up briefly only to brighten his eyes and smile.

                It was then that I knew I had found the answer.

To Watch, Raise and Harvest (Continued)

The three of us transitioned our conversation from the Soon-to-Be to the Once-Was. You see though the Soon-to-Be is greatly intriguing the Once-Was reminds us of the bonds that we all once shared. Before we were all separated, before our parents had gone. Back to when things were simpler. When we were young.

The following two hours were spent with these familiar faces. But the unfortunate following ten I spent all alone. Though the Watchers tend to my every need they seem to be Piranhas, waiting upon me to need them so they can rush in and show their strengths. To feed on my needs to prove how worthy of a Watcher they really are. But the thing is it’s only so dog-eat-dog because if they are not a worthy Watcher they stoop into being the Harvest. Therefore their life depends on it. Unfortunately there seems to be more Watchers then needed, meaning more to go to the Harvest. Good hearted people being ridden of importance, However, there are far too many of the Harvest. Each living each day unaware so it seems, Unknowing that they are just here to die. They live life so blindly, but perhaps being blind to life is what we all need? Perhaps what we lack is found within just that?

I’ve read into the Harvest, there’s many books depicting their ways. Harmony my sister speaks of how the world around them is filled with music and art that keeps them pleased. Until they riot for otherwise. They can be both predictable and unpredictable. Really it seems like they are the elder race, the Plastic Generation with more morals for the world. Far less waste. I recall once hearing Harmony play back some of the music they made themselves. It seemed to have more soul than what Harmony’s world clan seems to spit out. I think it was once called soul.
Could it be this soul the Harvest has is the strong gene that the Raised lack?
My journey is really to locate the Harvest that made the song that touched me so dearly. Apparently he was of 17 years of age when he made this piece and it’s only been two years since.
Zia Wendell
06.03.2031
Come Alive
Such words, such numbers - What do they mean? Well assuming Zia Wendell, is his name... “light wanderer” and he created Come Alive around Juno 3rd year twenty thirty-one.
He sung tales of life and death, love and hate, being alone and fighting each day amongst this grand awakening that he refers to as “Come Alive.”
I found a parcel upon my bed from Harmony marked *For Your Travels* inside such was one of her gadgets that the Harvest are seen carrying. She told me they were invented to not only let the Harvest escape the world through sounds sent from within their ears. But they also cause tragic accidents where the Harvest are too far into themselves to realize their in harm’s way. Unfortunately but that is their lives. Short and with little impact to the rest of us.
You see why I must put myself in their place? Perhaps even bring one out to learn it’s ways? Without the Harvest the Raised are only special when compared to the Watchers and the Government, eventually when compared to one another someone will always be the weaker gene. Therefore they too will be cast away, cast into the position the Harvest lays. Then its just a matter of who is who and what is what.

I rest my head upon the glass of a shady vehicle typically driven by the Harvest when they are relocated. My Watcher had laid out an outfit I have only seen in Harmony’s notes. A white sweetheart neckline strapped together by some elastic fibres, closely fit to my bust attached to high waisted tye dyed black denim shorts. They pinned back my hair so that it was secured to my head ensuring the Harvest wouldn’t rip it out if our worse came to happen. They did not paint my face with makeup nor mask my eyes with contacts to keep the Harvest dust out. Apparently though feeling so naked, I was far more protected than ever before.

The music did not skip a beat, but yet my heart did for the album my sister had placed upon this device was non other than the Light Wanderer’s album “Come Alive.” The memories of these notes and tabs seemed as though it were only yesterday that I had last heard them. They played so dearly to me I was glad to hear nothing but. I watched as though the world I knew passed me by and I begun to see more of what he sung of. The world around me is not his friend, nor is it truly mine. But rather an unpredictable body that perhaps will take more time to mend.
He feels like the answer as his lyrics dance into the wind.

I shut my eyes briefly and let his smooth tones take me away again.

Balloon Theory

black balloons are for punks, transparency for illustrative purposes. so clear its not there balloon. grip the space between the inflated balloon. manipulate the shape but the volume remains the same. exhausted breath remains contained. atomic shell. nuclei. so all is well untill division. but under what conditions? consequence is nuclear. no fear. the truth is to much to bear. we operate inside the lines of the horizon. with an advantage on the right over the person on the left. between the limits of our vision. at the centre of an ego. building it like lego. reality is our attitude. we manifiest destiny by natural selection. in systems all mechanism must be accounted for. each particle has purpose. none more or less. but what is the consequence? compounds form elementary matters which further evolve. um.... (Dante)

To Watch, Raise and Harvest (Continued)

I watched as my brother snapped his finger making three other men rise behind him and follow him. Within moments another Watcher approached me.
            “Excuse me Dear,” he said in a patient voice,
            “Your brother has assigned me to tend to your every needs for the course of the next 72 hours. If you will, follow me please.”
I’ve noticed the Raised are told to be more connected with their emotions and quite empathetic, whereas the Watchers typically are patient, caring beings. The Government can be quite misleading and overly predictable. But however the Harvest seem to be quite... unknown to us all. They are just pushed aside really.
I followed my Watcher to my room where they had not unpacked my luggage, but however laid out a medical gown for me to put on. I guess it was time for me to get vaccinated. Adorned in my lilac gown and pale nylons and uncomforting and high frankly shoes I was lead by lights and a female and male Watcher to a hospital bed. As they strapped me down I knew that I may have gotten into more than what I can handle.
           “Now Dear take a deep breath, feel free to clench my hand” the female Watcher sweetly said,
           “Yes Dear, you shouldn’t feel a thing. Just stay extra still now.” The male Watcher informed me.
I clenched her hand and counted in my head, breathing deeply - until I gasped.
I woke in my penthouse room in a silk gown in bed. As I began to waken I tried to raise to my feet. But surely enough my Watcher returned quickly informing me I was far too weak to stand on my own. He called in another Watcher to help change me and move me into a wheelchair. Adorned in white I was rolled down to the table as brunch was brought in. Unexpectedly Zaria entered with my brother Brindle.
            “Oh my brother, and Zaria what have you?” I sleepily sang,
They smiled at me as they sat around the table of brunch. Pouring themselves tea and helping themselves to their meal before answering.
             “Everlyn the Watchers brought us here today for Avery asked, bless his heart. Though we cannot tell whether he wants us to talk you out of this or perhaps advise you what the life of a Harvest is even like, what they’re like.” Zaria wearly phrased.
             “Avery my brother knows my identical’s mind has been made up. He knows not to stand between blood and dreams. But he has more so sent us here to welcome her back to waking life, your first 30 hours have lapsed sister. It will be 12 more hours before you can fully function again. Whereas the remaining hours you have to live amongst the Harvest, that is if you can make it to the desired town within the remaining time. ‘Aint it funny how these things turn out my sister?” Brindle said calmly while blowing into his tea.
            “Quite the laugh my brother, so humorous I can barely remain grasp to my seat.” I said with the least amount of enthusiasm ever to face the two,
            “You see my brother and dear friend I do not need many hours to locate the answer. For it shall fall into place amongst my arrival. Fate is fate, and as my dreams have correctly stated this fate shall fall to my grasp quickly.”
             “Have it that way my dearest, but...” I interrupted Zaria..
            “There shall be no ‘Buts’ mind you my friend. There will only be comings of. And if my          blood has not shown dominance before.... Trust me with this answer I shall bring shall cause quite the commotion amongst this all.”