Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2014 14:28:23 GMT -5
 TEO conroy sixteen pureblood Sixth Year Hufflepuff 13", Welsh Green Heartstring, Rowan BIRTHDAY: Sixteen, 3rd October PATRONUS: A Samoyed ABILITIES: Half-werewolf, Occlumency Two Children of the Darkest Waters Throw me in the water, Don't think about the splash I will create. A rap on the door. I woke with a start. Scottish winter air escaped relentlessly between my teeth. These frozen slate tiles felt colder than ever at midnight, sending shivers up my spine. Beside me, empty sheets laid forlornly on Asher's bed. More raps on the door. Ma gasped for air, caught within her violent visions. I caught her just in time before she knuckled onto the floor. "Forest! Forest! Forest!" I didn't think. I jumped for Pa's old jacket and burst out of the doors, towards the forest, frantically shouting out for Ash. This was the strangest of strange. Ash was only eleven, where could he be at this ungodly hour? I ran first to the Alder tree, our old plaything spot. None. We grew up among these woods, every path as familiar as our own bodies, even wolves dared not approach us–we are half-werewolves, see, Pa is a werewolf. So where, Ash? It ought have been a brief chase, before my head began to spin madly on and these knuckles splintered by the woods. I tried smelling his presence, straining to hear the silence until it deafened my ears. Everything turned upside down as I continued running, running towards the edge of the forest. Why does everything have to lose its meaning? A scream nearby. The timid daybreak light had barely penetrated the thick of trees, shining the branches with the wetness of winter: it must be Ash. I felt the forest dart its thousand eyes at me, as I flew towards the coming sound. Ash stood wide-eyed at the clearing, little feet breaths away from the open chasm, rocks rolling in a thrill ever ever down. His first sleepwalk. "Ash! Ash! I'm here, okay? Don't you move, I'm coming for you!" I shouted across. There was only one tiny problem. See, being a half-werewolf, we could sense better: see, hear, smell things better. At the instant, the ground was letting up, quick. Think any longer and he'll fall, Teo. As the soil eroded furiously into the seacoast cliff, I leapt forward to grab his small hands, just in time, careful not to slip further towards the landslide. Screams. Tugging as hard as I could with bare, bloodied hands, I winced, pulling Ash up to safety. Heaven and earth help us. "It's okay now, Ash, I got you. You're the bravest little guy I know, alright? We'll get you safe home." I held on tighter. His little body was light to carry across the forest, his grimed face buried in my chest as I felt his frame growing limp. "I got you, Ash, I promise." I whispered, gently touching his wounded face with my soiled hands. "I'll do better." At that moment, I understood. Family means keeping your promises, no matter how bumpy the road ahead seems to be. You have no say on who these people are, but deep down, you know that you are responsible for them, and you would do anything to see them safe, no matter how pesky they are, no matter how sometimes you could just wish them away when you're on edge. You would die for your little brother. Family means being strong for one another, because you only know how strong you could be, when you have to be strong for those you love. Family means allowing yourself out in the open: open to the hurts, to forgiveness and love. Not the romantic sorts, mind you, those you are allowed options. Family is much more precious and innocent than those fiery passions and endless lusts. Three Enormous Rocks Now son, I'm only telling you this, Because life can do terrible things. "Pa, where are we going? Why is Ash not coming?" Pa and I walked along the shore, the sun blazing brightly behind the rolling clouds. Another stroll along the sunny beach. "I'm gonna teach you things, Teo. And you'll have to listen closely." I didn't know what he was talking about. I didn't know that he was about to leave us, since as long as I could remember. "Ash is too young. I need you," Pa grunted in his deepened voice, scruffy as the old man's unkempt hair. He brought me before this clearing, where three rocks stood tall and imposing, its surface rough against touch. "Son, you've seen these rocks all your life, and it is time. I need you to understand what they mean, Teo." "I'm leaving," What? "But that doesn't mean I'm not with you and Ash. And Ma. Understand that this is a curse and I had to suffer it through. I am far too dangerous for you, son. All werewolves are, remember this." He turned away. "Even me... I'm sorry. This is to protect you." No! What about family, dad? All those things we grew up with? Being loyal? We know you are a werewolf, and werewolves are dangerous ... Well, I guessed somewhere, somehow, I felt afraid of him. Truth be told, I hadn't cared for him as much as I do Ash. Because Pa was a werewolf? A cat among the pigeons? I don't know. But I kept quiet. Just as I did whenever he began to speak. "First, no one will see you. You are a half of me, Teo. You don't turn. No one would see you for who you really are, and that's why I'm leaving. Without me, no one will see you as a target." What target? Why am I a target? He sighed. "And I would never be a danger to you, not as long as I stay far away from these grounds. I could turn and still keep you safe. I've been waiting for you to grow up, son, until you are ready for this. To look after Ma and Ash. I hate– I hate leaving. But I really have to." I wanted to scream. Confusion. "I beg you to understand, Teo. I have no choice." Do you? "Second, no one will say anything. There are Hunters out there, Teo. Hunters that live only to hunt for the blood of our kind, calling us 'abominations'. You don't know who they are, and they don't know who you are, son. So be careful, not to run into these nightmares. They are our enemies, ruthlessly brutal once they lock eyes on their targets, spilling our blood in the name of vengeance, thrill, righteousness, crusade, violence, pride, power, whatever. None ever had any chance of escape." He paused, letting anticipation sink the weight of his words. "The only escape is death." "Third, no one will save you. Werewolves raise hatred all over, son. As sordid as it sounds, we wreck tragedies and drink in the sorrows of the innocent, and we have no choice. Where we walk, cries would echo in the air. And sometimes we want to kill ourselves to stop these from repeating, because although it did not kill us, it hurt like hell. But no one understands this. And no one will. Never hope for anyone to understand you. Only the purest and strongest, they would see that you are just the same as they are, Teo, you are what life has given birth to, if not more loyal and truer than they." "These three rocks." I swore I could see his eyes, watery with tears, before he turned away again, looking up at the bright light over our heads. "Let you know that I'm never part of this family." One Quiet Place Though your heart is far too young to realise. The unimaginable light you hold inside, Now there's just a faded memory of him. A scar marked its place in our hearts, each infinite moment of pain making us grow stronger together, until the bandage could be broken and the wound had healed in muteness, a sweet nostalgia. I told Ash, who is thirteen now, of the three absolute things. The weight of the world had crossed paths with his reckless innocence, just as happened to me three years ago. Sometimes I wish I could be like him, carefree and energetically knocking into things at his own will, falling and stumbling only to hit the ground running. But this is me. Pull yourself together, Teddy, now that Pa's gone, you gotta continue being strong for everyone. I am a fighter, even though most times I'm unsure of what to do until I'm pushed to edge. Once I sense danger, I would not hesitate– I would not think before getting others to safety first. I am a drifter, cruising through everyday, but only because my destiny is still waiting for me, calling out from the other roadside. With a bundle of overwhelming emotions in this heart, I am a danger, a ticking time-bomb; I could make decisions without looking up my head. But I've learned that as dangerous as feelings are, they make you human. I am a dreamer, even at the age of sixteen, silently wishing to escape the horrible weights of these responsibilities, but I always pull myself back to shore. Absolute detachment is impossible. I am afraid to lose the ones I love or to see them suffer. In these years without you, Pa, I have learned to manage sadness, making it my friend. I rid these negative feelings that prevent me from walking these hallways with assurance. I want to turn rage into energy, guilt into acceptance of faults and arrogance into sympathy. I know I will never achieve absolute detachment or authentic compassion, but I can aspire to fewer attachments, the joy of a clean conscience and a little affections. Life is a million scary storms, no matter how blissful a moment arrives in front of you. But it is the light at the end of the tunnel, that glimpse of beauty that makes every other thing worthwhile. I know that each pain that leaves you crying in a dark room, wishing away the terrible things; each sparks of happiness that sends your invisible wings bursting into flight, those are the things that bring your destiny. A trial without a cause is tragedy, and a trial with a cause is destiny. Who are you living for? The people that you care about. The things you do for love, they endure. Even after you're long gone. And when you walk out of each storm, you are never the same as before. Which is why you feel the same every single day, but when you look back, you were strangely... different. You don't know why, even though you are as crazy, as geeky, as awkward, as quiet, as honest as before; when you look back, deep down the past just felt different. That's the thing about the future: it becomes the past at the first syllable, as surely as you don't know what's going to happen. Who will walk into your life, who will walk away from it, Pa. 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