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We can't trust them!

Posted by animegoddess103 on 2007.02.23 at 18:56
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“We can’t trust them!”
“We don’t really have a choice!”
“Just look at what they’ve done to our home! They’ve destroyed it! Are we going to let them do as they please? Some kind of justice must be dealt!”
“But the only thing this war is causing is MORE destruction! Just take a look around!”
The voices were loud, especially in such a large room. Men and women crowded around themselves, yelling, exclaiming, raising their fists in an attempt to be heard over the person who dare disagree with them. They were clothed quite elegantly, robes and fabric flowing and swishing around their own heavy footsteps. But all elegance was wasted in such a barbaric show of dominance.
The shouting continued, their words fumbling confused through the air with no ear to thrive in.
“Well what do you suggest we do then? Stand idle our ground and watch as they rape our home?!”  
“Nothing quite so extreme!
“Would they…?”
“Of course they would! Nothing has stopped them before!”
“But we can end this misery NOW!”
“What? With more war? There’s only one solution.”
“You think those savage humans could bare-“
“I think they should be given the chance!”
“I don’t think they should be given anything more than they have given us!”
Bold exclamations, frustrated confrontations, humble statements echoed loud with equal volume against the wooden walls, and pillars. The high ceiling only halted their flight, and sent them careening back to the ground like lead. The arched windows were closed, the sun streaming shyly through its stained glass as if the only reminder that there were other things out there, rather than war. Jagged shapes of colors were formed on the planked floor. Rows of pews were neglected in favor of the dominant action—standing. Extravagant chandeliers hung accusingly from the ceiling, sharp edges threatening the sunlight with dimly lit candles and dwindling wax. The flames flickered with each breath drawn. And the voices continued.
Talk of the war was common, especially in such heated disagreement.
The Mystics were typically a peaceful race, believing strongly in ‘the balance of the world’. Things would work themselves out accordingly, and the planet would be better for it.
But the humans were not a part of the original ‘balance’. In fact, they often tipped the scales in their own favor.
If left alone, everything would have entered chaos.
So, war was presumably the only solution.
“A pact! A treaty of sorts!”
“HA! The humans would fail to obey such a ruling!”
“What if there were boundaries? Sort of a ‘safe ground’?”
“No! This land was our own first, we should not be forced to divide it!”
Chaos was in their hands, despite.
A man, appearing no older than his thirties, spoke above them all.
“What we need, first and foremost, is order amongst ourselves.”
Shouts simmered to murmurs of approval.
His voice rang with a pleasant sage-like rasp. He sounded easy to trust. He was easy to listen to.
Why else would he be the one selected from all else to meet with the others of The Superior?
He spoke again.
“A divide…”
His words dwindled, as if incomplete thoughts themselves.
The other mystics whispered, and the chatter rose again.
“A divide! HA! We need no boundaries!”
“It is not as if mutual ones have not formed already!”
Some began to sit, as if in protest, their billowy robes poofing around their legs. It almost appeared that giant mushrooms were sprouting between the cracks in the floor. A tantrum like gesture. The man rose his hands, bringing them down in a swift movement to get them all to return once again to the quiet state.
“Listen!” he snapped, his noble voice roaring thickly through the hall. No one dare challenge him. And so they were silent again.
“A divide, a pact. The humans are as desperate as we are at this point. We cannot let this disruption continue.”
There were no replies.
But in the same breath, there were no protests. So the man continued.
“I know, many of you think it seems more than disgraceful to barter our own land in with the humans. But I believe, as should you, that it is even more disgraceful to allow this kind of destruction to continue. “
A wave of whispers, and the man continued to talk.
“How many of our own have we lost? How many homes have been broken for the sake of something as feeble as war? We may posses the power to manipulate the elements to our will, but the humans hold the intricate technology to counter it. We are evenly matched. So much so, indeed, that this war as of now shows no signs of ending. How many more lives are you willing to sacrifice? How many more homes are you willing to massacre for the sake of war?”
An almost ashamed murmur tip-toed through the room.
But these matters had no waver on a bright-eyed youth.
As familiar as this man’s voice was, as easy as he was to listen to, one boy could not help but try and keep his heavy eyelids from fluttering at the thought of sleep.
He was fully aware of how ‘honorable’ it was for him to be included in the Gathering. He was aware of how trivial the matters being discussed were, and how the residing decision would not only affect this mystic town, but all the others as well. Even the humans would be affected.
He wasn’t being ignorant; merely tired and bored. He was just a kid, after all.
The man’s voice rang out again asking for opinion and agreement, and the boy fiddled anxiously around in his dress-robes.
He sat alone in the back corner of the cathedral, slouching lazily against the hard wooden pew. Despite the extravagant way he was dressed, he still appeared quite comfortable. Layers of delicately embroidered fabric were folded and tied neatly from right to left over his chest, heavy medallions and charms draped around his neck. There were symbols to represent each master element; fire, water, earth, air, light and darkness. Even his typically unruly green hair was pulled respectfully away from his face and held back in marked wooden clips. He suspected he looked quite feminine.
He was fifteen, easily the youngest person in the room. No one had tried to converse with him, and he could only presume this was why. No one bothered to hear the thoughts of a bright-eyed youth, when it was he in all actuality that suggested The Division.
His father had listened eagerly when he had spoken his humble ideas on the situation of War, and it was his father’s noble voice that once again cut through the hall.
“It seems that we have all finally come to an agreement on terms and territories.”
He always looked up to his father for being a part of the Superior, but it was not a path he would want to follow himself. Though, many seemed to be pushing him there against his will.
He sighed again, nodding along with his father as he continued to talk to the crowd of Nobles. The words were familiar; the man had rehearsed with him seemingly millions of times to calm his own nerves, and asked constantly if the ideas were correct. Not only were they correct, but he had managed to take his own naive ideas and warp them into a functional agreement.
He had started to pick absent-mindedly at the beads on his sleeves when he heard his name called.
“Ryunosuke?” He snapped his gaze up to see his father, as well as the other Nobles gawking at him.
One time, he had stumbled across a human home that had imprisoned a bird in a cage. He could hear the bird crying for escape and could feel that it did not like being used as a decoration, nor did it like being stared at, so he had quickly moved along. He suddenly related to the same burning that bird had felt as a blush painted swiftly across his face.
“Excuse me, what?”
He heard some of the older Nobles scoff impatiently, turning back around as if to punish him. Ryunosuke was actually rather relieved that there were fewer faces pointed so sharply in his direction.
“I was asking for your vote, are you in support of the Division?”
What a stupid question! Of course he was! It was in, some aspects, originally his idea. But he didn’t see how his vote could count; he was not even a Scholar, much less a Noble.
“Yes.” He replied finally, and he thought he spotted a twinkle of pride in his father’s eye.
The man nodded, the faintest smile twitching at the corners of his lips as he began to address the rest of the room. Ryunosuke corrected his posture, sitting up straight and listening as best he could, though his young mind wandered elsewhere.
 “While the details and terms are not clearly defined, we shall still persist a pact with the humans. They have no reason to deny such a proposition. There will be some of us, family or friends, who see this agreement as a surrender. These people merely need to grow accustomed to the idea that this planet is not host to only us, but other life forms as well. We must do this in order to restore the balance. If there remains someone in this council who still debates the Division Pact, speak now.”
And no one did.
So they were adjourned with the guarantee of its effect starting soon.

The sun was bright as Ryunosuke clamored through the heavy mahogany doors to the outside. Naturally, he was the first one to leave.
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the sudden change of light, and felt suddenly very awkward as a group of elderly Mystic women (their ages probably nearing a century) shuffled by, and waved humbly. Despite their age, they appeared to be no more than fifty by human standards.
“Why don’t you jus’ look so han’some, Ryunosuke.” Murmured one of them, smiling toothily and  stopping to get a good look at him.
He fidgeted nervously as the rest of the herd halted their walk as well. They, also, smiled toothily and agreed.
“Yes, you do! How is your father, lately? He must be fretting over all this War business. It surprises me that the Superior have not made arrangements to do anything about it!”
They had. Multiple times. It just was not public knowledge. But Ryunosuke could only smile and shrug.
“Such a nice boy.”
They were talking mostly to each other now, rather than Ryunosuke.
“Yes yes! And already able to go to Gatherings! Some of us won’t accomplish even that in a lifetime!”
By now some of the Nobles were working their way out of the Cathedral, eyeing Ryunosuke with annoyance. Some didn’t approve of his presence, they felt he was too young to understand or appreciate the role he was meant to play. Others felt that he was only there because his father was part of the Superior. It didn’t matter to Ryunosuke, the number of these people were few. He did his best to mind his own, anyway.
“I think I saw your brother wandering around the market, Ryunosuke.”
They had started to walk away, giggling among themselves about one thing or another. He nodded, mumbling lame thanks in return.
He wasn’t particularly looking for his brother, but doing so gave him something to do.
Ryunosuke shuffled down the road and couldn’t be more aware that he was still in his dress robes.
The market of mystics was typically a busy place, filled with the hustle and bustle of curious children and intent-driven adults. Carts and booths alike were aligned in rows along the wide cobble-stone pathway, crowds of mystics gathering around laughing and talking and socializing at the end of the street where there was a fountain placed to honor the water goddess, Sachia. Some children stuck their feet idley in the cool clear blue water as their parents wandered away to do shopping. It was a small town, so it was pretty hard to get lost.
Ryunosuke looked around at the booths with little interest, eyeing a fabric cart suspiciously when he suddenly spotted his brother a distance away, by a weapons shop.
They looked nothing alike. Raven had dark blue hair, shorter than his own but all one length in the front. Tufts of hair still managed to curtain over his brow; his vivid gold eyes shining conspicuously in the crowd as he caught Ryunosuke in a stare.
Ryunosuke was always aware that he had been adopted, even before his father and mother had the heart to admit it to him. He and Raven were near the same age, after all, and it was indeed Raven who assured his suspicions.  Raven had felt it wrong to hide it from him, and showed no sympathy to the distress Ryunosuke showed upon confirming the truth. Even while his faux-sibling fumbled around in a short period of identity crisis, Raven held no sympathy. He wasn’t the kind to indulge another for the weaknesses; not even for reassurance or comfort.
Despite their differences, be it physical or not, Raven and Ryunosuke always managed to coincide peacefully. Not as friends, but as brothers at least.
Ryunosuke watched Raven nod his head in recognition and he in turn gave a short wave.
Raven had not been invited to the Gathering, something Ryunosuke was sure he was bitter about. While he himself had no desire to become part of the Superior, he knew Raven strived for it immensely.
And before he could clamor through the crowd to confront his step-brother, a familiar body crashed into him with the force of an animal.
He nearly toppled over, stepping on the ends of his robes and stumbling violently before regaining the balance that had been shocked out of him. Even his hair, still pulled back in the decorative burettes, loosened and fell slightly into his face.
“Oh Ryu! Donchoo look so pretty?”
The statement was followed by a giddy laugh, one that he had become accustomed to over the years. He looked up to see a mystic girl crumpling over with a fit of giggles.
He knew her as Trinity, and she was probably the best friend he would ever know. She gasped for a playful breath, her boyish-short purple hair scattered in a mess over her head, spiked sloppily right above her shoulders with bangs flirting over her petite, but pretty, face. Her eyes were brown. A plain color, not often seen on mystics. Trinity often joked it was because she was part human.
‘That’s why I’m so stupid sometimes!’ she would laugh.

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