Finished Canon/Conventional Couple Fics. These stories pick up from events in the show. All complete stories from the main Canon/CC board will eventually be moved here.
<center> Incomplete Dawn of Awakening One Part Only
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A windstorm appeared in the distance, kicking up dust devils as it made it way towards the single outcropping of rocks. The sand hit the rocks with force, time after time, year after year. People rarely passed this area and those who did were racing their buggies through the terrain, barely noticing the surroundings. Even from overhead, those who fly over and had a good clear view of the area never saw the importance of this single bit of up turned rock. No one knew what lay inside, except one.
Lightening struck with such fierceness that night they arrive, the heaven tore asunder with fire, while terrible explosions rocketed off the air currents. The universe was expanded in a single second; old notions were laid to rest as the reality set in. It was not an invasion per se, but a flight, like the one to Egypt so long ago yet this one was political and not religious to save those who were to be the saviors.
<center> They were sent
To be resurrected
To be reborn into alien forms
To survive
To return
To lead Antar to victory over her defiler
They were so created
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Those that were in charge of their being, while as helpless in their present state were to be trusted, but alas money and power can buy off even those conditioned to serve and obey. They were placed into the cave, mere fetus that had yet to grow and mature to be brought forth in birth. There in the womb of the earth they waited, for decades they were suspended in the gel, forgotten, intentionally. Yet unknown to those caretakers, those who take others shapes and forms, these protectors knew not of the 50 year limit, that they would awake at the end of 5 decades, protector or none.
It started with an echo, a whisper on the wind, to stir the conciseness awake. They heard the voices call out, one to the other, they spoke mentally, with no formation muscles that shaped the mouth. Theirs eyes opened, one by one three awoke. One, a small boy broke through the membrane that surrounds the egg shaped world he had known. The gel spilled onto the parched earthen floor, as he gingerly placed a foot onto the surface. Instinctively he stood his weigh on those fragile limbs and drew himself up in his full height. Only a small child in appearance six or seven year old his real age was unknown.
To the side of him another pod laid, a female resided inside. She was struggling to get the remembrance to part and give her life. He went to her and tore through the clear tissue, releasing her into his arms, arms that so long ago held her in love and honor. Times he could not remember, but the act to protect her and love her was still deep inside him.
Below them lay two more pods, the boy and girl climbed down the rocky shelf to see another boy emerging from the liquid. They looked at each other knowing one to the other, not knowing, yet knowing. This new boy, with hair of a raven’s wings looked to the last member of their group; another female still encased in gel slept. She showed no signs of readiness to be born, to come into this alien world. He placed his hand on the membrane, felling the tissue pulsate under his palm. He tried to communicate with her, but nothing, there were no words in his mind. Only empty, blackness held her. He turned to the other two, puzzled on why she did not call out to him. She lived, but was not alive.
The first born, the first to breath the air of their new existence, cocked his head in thought, then went to a wall and placed his hand up against the smooth surface. Single reddened palms print appeared a split second before an irritating a noise issued forth, the scrapping of rock to rock as the wall receded. Light brilliant white, brighter than anything they had seen flooded the chamber, they shielded their eyes as they attempted to see what lay ahead. The boy was the first to leave, his feet left a path, a path to a new destiny, and one he was to create, not one that he would follow.
The girl turned and took the hand of the boy that remained, she knew this was of her blood, of her flesh, he was before her brother and would be so again. They walked side by side out into the light. The colors of the sky were strange, pinks, oranges, blues intermingled with white.
The brother and sister walked forth till they reached the boy standing on a hill surveying the surroundings. Things were different, strange, something was wrong very wrong. The scene in front of them was alien, challenging their memories and senses for a fragment of recognition. The girl took his hand also and smiled at him, her mouth formed that shape so easy, yet she knew not what she had done.
The sun was low in the sky, an orb about ready to fall, as if the weight was great upon it existence. The heat seemed to come from all around them, the air, the ground, even themselves. Their skin was turning from the white to a soft pinkest glow as they stood there. Darting here and there, from afar and from near where small gusts of wind, that cool the glistening drops of sweat that were appearing from the new pores.
The boy broke his handhold with the girl and started walking down the hill and into the vast nothingness of monochromatic desert. The two soon followed suit as the siblings followed suit, soon they were walking abreast. The siblings each held the boys hand, as if this was the moist common way for them to walk, old ways, old times, another place they would walk together in silence, in friendship forever given.
For the boy, the first to be born was troubled as he continued the journey. He saw as he walked, fragments of the past, battles that were raged, blood that was spilt, loves he had had, life he had lived, the failures he had committed. He felt the twinges of fear and perseverance. The need to protect and ready for death and battle was close to the surface, he knew he had to defend yet could not remember how to call forth the powers he needed. Instead the instinct to trust no one and to see everything as a danger set in, as he scanned the land around them.
The girl saw through her eyes a New World full of adventure, she saw the beauty of the land and that for now they were safe, for they were together, the trio. Flashes of smiles, of love, of beauty danced in her eyes, days when she loved a great warrior, days when she danced among the flowers and felt the water shed off her back. Her mind brought forth the sound of laughter, the taste of a deep love as a man reached out to her and drew her close. She felt inside the pain of love and losing that love. A turmoil she could not understand but felt the sharp blade of regret.
The sun was gone as blackness fell all about them as they continued to walk. When the stars that appeared above their heads their patterns were unrecognizable. Then there was only one moon that appeared over the land, something was very wrong, the trio knew they were no longer home, but somewhere else. Yet they walked on, waiting for someone to come, waiting for the guards to protect them, to show them the way.
The raven-haired boy also was in his own world as they walked. The sights and sounds he saw were different, ghosts of his past coming back to remind him. Bodies of his family as they laid dead, his best friend he held upon death. They were sad visions, black and gray swirls obscured the full truth from him. A phantom floated in front of him, a figure beckoning him back to the cavern, back to the place they came from. The figure whispered to him to return now to the place far in space, to return now before he knew who he was or what he was capable of. The other boy sensed the figure and turned shapely to look at him. He heard the words clearly “NO ZAN! Listen not to her, she killed us.” He nodded and pushed the figure away, not to listen to the past. He looked behind and saw their footprints in the soft sand, each a separate path. No one could alter his prints, they were formed from him, he created them, just as he would create his life here, he would become his own destiny.
Suddenly lights appear in the distance as the boy, knowing danger all around, headed to a covered area holding the sibling’s hands tight. In an instant she breaks free to run after the light. The brother also breaks the grip, the last tie to his friend, as he chases his sister. A sound, a beast of enormous size accompanies the lights as the siblings appear in the light. The beast grows silent, as a figure, large and foreboding in the dark appeared taking the children into the beast. The boy crouched down watching, biding his time to strike and kill the figure. But before he could summon forth the strength and intelligent need to accomplish such a task the beast drove off with great speed. The boy chased, he followed the beast, he ran until his lungs hurt from lack of air, his feet blistered on the hot black hard surface, and the muscles in his limbs buckled in pain. Finally he collapsed, as he watched the red glowing eyes disappeared away from him. Water leaked from his eyes as he screamed out, his voice, the first time he spoke, came forth in a howl that shook the ground, a scream of such pain the sand vibrated, the stars stood still, the air shuddered.
The bond was broken, they were separated, and each felt that pain, each felt for the first time what loneliness was. They no longer heard his voice in their heads, nor did he hear their voices in his. The siblings grew sad and kept only to themselves, seeking out the boy whenever they could. The boy became resentful and angry in his quest to find his friends.
No matter how many times the sun rose and set this was an alien world, and they were all alone.
To survive they push away the past, the sadness that obscures their logical thinking and with it the memoirs. Each drew from this word and fashioned a physical manifestation of a human, in thought and mannerisms. Each knew that to live they had to hide, to conceal who and what they were; yet none knew themselves what they were, who they were, or why they existed. They forgot about their families, the strangers, the lovers, the enemies, the gardens and stones that made up their world.
<center> This was their world now
This was their life now
New bodies
New sensations
New thoughts
They had to accept
They had to survive
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Far away a mother grieves for her children that died, doing honor to their kingdom, doing what was just and right. Yet she also rejoices for they live again, changed, never the same, yet still a part of her. She sent her love with them and a message, a message that was erased by those sworn to protect the royal four. The message that was changed, the true message was defiled. The message was of her love for them and a warning not to trust those with the blackness inside.
<center> You are reborn, my children. Find your own path, love will follow.
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