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Church of Bones	By : LuciferDragon Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 1334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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7.
I could only stand there, feeling weaker than I had in a long time. I should have told her sooner. I should have told her the day I found her. I knelt down and picked up the collar, the skull glaring back at me. When Drago first started showing signs of his abilities, I knew it was only a matter of time before the child let the secret slip. I couldn't be angry at him. He only wanted to help his mother. He didn't know anything about her death. I don't think he even knew she was once human.
I should have been more honest. My stupid pride kept me from doing so. I was one of the most feared beings in the history of the human race. No, I was fear incarnate. I couldn't let something like the love of a woman make me seem weak. I couldn't let it seem as if she had power over me. She did though. More than I care to admit. Seeing her in so much pain… knowing I caused it… I gripped the collar tighter, my nails digging into my palms.
"Daddy?"
I looked to the meek voice, seeing Drago standing in his doorway. I could feel his fear. He was scared I was furious with him. "Come here." It was barely more than a whisper, but he heard it. I outstretched my arm as he came closer. It hurt me that he flinched, thinking I would strike him. I couldn't blame him for being tentative. Instead, I leaned back against the wall and let the child curl up in my lap, letting him cry into my coat. He was scared she would never come back, that he had broken his parents apart. "You're not to blame, Drago."
I let him cry until he had no tears left, all the while staring at the collar. Her voice was a haunting memory in my mind. Life had been very different when I was unsealed on this planet, and it continued to be difficult and strange throughout the years. When I had told Frost in Antarctica that he wasn't the only one to long for a family, I hadn't been lying. Everything I told him that day was true. I wandered the shadows alone for so long, I had forgotten what it felt like to have someone by my side. I had long since forgotten my wife's face, and the only way I could remember my daughter was through the locket I kept on my person at all times.
Hana had changed much of that.
"Why was Mommy so upset?" he said, so low I barely heard him. "What was so important about the witch hunts? What were they?"
I held the collar tighter again. It was time he knew everything. I told him everything up until I was unsealed on Earth, leaving out the part of the Dream Pirating and the possession. "I found new ways to make people scared," I continued as he shifted in my lap. "Not everyone could see me, but many could hear me. I would whisper lies into their ears, spreading fear in any way I could. I came up with a brilliant plan, one that drove most of the humans into a terror that lasted a very long time. I sent whispers that some of their kind could cast enchantments and curses on those that wronged them. I sent them into a panic, letting them believe that witches really existed."
"Why would that upset her?"
"I'm getting to that." I closed my eyes, recalling the details from a very long time ago. "I fed off the fear of the condemned as they faced the noose. There is no fear more sweet than that of a person who knows they are about to die before their time. Sandman tried telling me off for what I was doing, but I didn't see the harm. I wasn't the one killing the condemned. I was only able to feel the effects." I kept my gaze away. "This went on for longer than I'd like to admit. There was once a village very much like the others I had spread the panic to. It was a very Christian village. Everyone praised their Lord every Sunday and prayed to him every night. They believed in the word of the Lord. One woman did not."
"Who?"
"Patience." I resumed my train of thought. "The woman did not believe, and skipped church one day after she failed to get her boyfriend to skip with her. He called her a sinner, a heathen."
"What's a heathen?"
"Someone who does not believe in religion. Her parents believed her to be as well. She left her home and found solace in a bar." I didn't tell him the fine details of what happened in the back room of the bar. He wasn't old enough and it wasn't my place to say. "The next day, she was found by the town governor and stood trial. Her boyfriend had turned her in. Said she was a witch. Another man confirmed it. The woman was sentenced to death by hanging. She had to listen to the gallows being put together as she was left in the prison cell, her wrists bound together by rough rope." I swallowed. "It took fifteen minutes for her to die. The whole time the village cheered for her death. A death… a death that I caused. I was there. I saw it all happen. And… and I saw her come back to life through the Man in the Moon's power."
Drago's eyes widened in understanding.
"You see, I had to take care of her. I had been the cause of her death. I couldn't let her roam around, cold and scared and alone. In return, she tried to give me everything she could that I wanted. She never disappointed me. I just always prayed she would never find out I had started everything she had been violently put to death for."
His grasp on my coat tightened. "I shouldn't have told her. I'm sorry."
"She would have found out eventually. I was going to tell her myself, once I realized you could read a person's fears like I could." I put a hand to my throat, feeling the bumps made from her teeth. I was such a fool.
"Did… did you feed off her fear?"
I couldn't answer. Not verbally. Instead, I only nodded.
"Why?"
"It was a strange time for me. I was powerful. Power, strength, it makes you do things. Things you don't see consequences for. However, there is always something that goes awry." There had been another slipup, one I don't care to recall, where I almost made a town panic when I thought out loud upon seeing a demon in disguise. And the demon had left me broken.
"How long were you with her?"
"Three hundred and seventy years. There was a hundred year break after… after things happened." I looked to the boy, seeing his confused stare. "Don't ever lose sight of what's important to you. That's the only advice I'll give you in regards to that."
"Aren't you losing sight of it now?"
I went quiet, looking down at the collar. I wasn't losing sight of it. I just didn't know how to get it back. Something like this, there is no taking it back. At this point, there were very few outcomes. She could either forgive me, or hate me for the rest of our lives. And I could either sit here and wait for it all to come to me, or I could go find her. I looked up as Onyx appeared beside me, nudging my arm with a soft snort.
I knew what had to be done.
"Drago, go saddle up Bellini. We're going to find your mother."
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