(In the not too distant future)
“I think Dad moved all the decorations down here” berkata Jayson pulling on the cord switch. The florescent lights illuminated the basement with a series of clicks and flickers. Christian followed Jayson down brushing his platinum white dyed hair from his eyes.
“whoa, got enough boxes?” Christian asked gazing on the labyrinth of old boxes and various sized bundles of stuff. Jayson smiled as he bent down to peak into the boxes closest time him.
“It’s mostly my Mums stuff and my old baby things, I think they’re too sentimental for Dad to get rid of so they live down here” he berkata shifting around and peering into each one. Christian walked over to another side of the room then rolled up his sleeves revealing a tattoo sleeve decorated with artistic Bunga and beautiful Gothic and edgy imej of birds of paradise. The boys shuffled around the room for some time chipping in with komen-komen on old memories in the items they rediscovered.
"Whoa no way!" Jayson called out.
"What is it? What anda found now?" Christian asked placing a hand on his boyfriends right shoulder crouching to his level.
"Look at this Chrissy!" Jayson held up a faded photograph for Christan to see. The scene was outside in the woods with a few dozen people standing and sitting around a fire.
"There's mum and-"
"No way!? That's your dad he use to look just like you"
"Haha yeah! Look how long his hair was back then"
"Your Mother looks like anda too m...it's mostly in the eyes I think"
Jayson smiled at the komen looking down at his parents in the photo, Dylan had his arms around Phoebe in his usually black attire and Phoebe sat between his legs giving a light sort of smile, her hands holding his arms.
"Look there that's my uncle Zero he looks so funny! Here an-and that's Jamie's parents Fang and Devin, this is crazy every one looks and are dressed so retro!"
"When was it taken" Christian asked. On the other side written in faint ink was 'the team: summer training 2014'.
"How long after that did anda mum pass again?" Christian wondered, softly wrapping his arms around Jaysons strong body planting soft kisses on his neck.
"3 years later, 20-..2017 that was when" Jayson replayed leaning his head on Christians, purring quietly with comfort. He sat still for a moment and gently placed the photograph carefully back in its original box. Christian stood up and took a step dusting off his jeans.
"Hey do anda want a drink babe?" Christian asked twiddling the stretcher in his ear. Jayson lent his head back and grinned.
"One of my world famous hot chocolates?"
Jayson grinned further nodding his head. His fluffy blue car ears pointed straight up moving close together, Christian blushed at the sight and couldn't help but smile.
"Alright kitty cat I'll be back"
"Thank youuuuu" Jayson shouted to him as he climbed back up the stairs. The Neko sighed and closed up the box of photos. He pushed and shifted through a few lebih boxes in cari of the Krismas decorations. "Where the hell did dad put them?" he wondered looking at the sides for any labels. He discover lebih boxes behind a large stack and gently pushed the mountain of containers to the side, slowly as to not make the fall. The weight of the movement caused the floor board to creek making Jaysons ears twitch. Along with that creek his specialised hearing heard and echo of a hollow space.
Curiously he pulled the boxes out, a thin line of a large square was engraved into the wood of the floor. Jayson tried to lift the wood up with his nails but the gap was too thin. It didn't take him long to clock another idea. He stood back up and took a step back then suddenly slammed his foot down on the pad. Click. The panel lowered revealing a dark iron safe. Jayson peered in looking for a key part atau finger print scanner but instead he found an small engraving of symbol he had seen once before.
He scrambled to the box of photographs and grabbed the foto of the team studying it carefully. Surly enough there it was.
"Omega. Her necklace" he muttered to himself. Curiosity had a hold off him now. What untold secrets of his birth mother where buried in that safe? Does Dylan know it's there? He jumped up and practically ran up the stairs so fast his feet did touch a single step. Quietly he walking into his fathers room to the bedside draw and carefully looked around trying not to disturbed anything that was in there. No luck. Under the bed? Nothing. It took Jayson till the last draw in his fathers dresser to find an old shoe box.
He took it out and lifted up the lid. It was filled with a few odd bits and bobs but all held great value, delicate shadow roses, Polaroid photos, empty wrappers of fancy chocolates, a hand full of small healing crystals and finally a small flat jewellery box. He lifted the lid and gently pulled out the kalung from within cradling it in his arm.
The omega pendent itself was fairly large, happily sitting in the palm of Jaysons hand. The metal was tarnished and scratched and the chain was a little oxidised in some places making its a copper colour.
Back down in the basement he kneeled near the selamat, peti deposit keselamatan and lowered the symbol down, he hovered for a moment an pecked at the door checking the coast was clear. "Should I be doing this?"
"Maybe.....maybe I should wait for da-"
"No. No lebih secrets" He berkata pressing the symbol into the engraving. There was a series of clicks, sounds of gears and winding noises when the door clicked open.
Inside lay a knife, a blade. It was beautifully carved, the metal curved and bent in decorative swirls and patterns. The handle looked like it was made of dark crystal which shifted from purple, to blue to green in the light. Various magical symbols were craved into the metal. Cautiously he reached down an removed it from its case studying the craftsmanship and design. Suddenly strings of light wrapped around the blade spiralling upwards and burst in a bright flash. Jayson latched onto the blade with both hands and fell down onto his elbows, he reopened his eyes , panting slightly from shock, and gazed at the new weapon in his hands. The blade had morphed into a beautiful sword, the carvings had changed into delicate metal lace growing up the swords length, with each gentle movement the sword gave out a light aura of blue and pink.
Dylan stood at the bottom of the stairs and berkata with a light sigh"I knew it was only a matter of time before anda stumbled across that."
"The God slayer......The Vorpal Blade"
(Sorry for any spelling mistakes I wrote most of this on my phone)
“I think Dad moved all the decorations down here” berkata Jayson pulling on the cord switch. The florescent lights illuminated the basement with a series of clicks and flickers. Christian followed Jayson down brushing his platinum white dyed hair from his eyes.
“whoa, got enough boxes?” Christian asked gazing on the labyrinth of old boxes and various sized bundles of stuff. Jayson smiled as he bent down to peak into the boxes closest time him.
“It’s mostly my Mums stuff and my old baby things, I think they’re too sentimental for Dad to get rid of so they live down here” he berkata shifting around and peering into each one. Christian walked over to another side of the room then rolled up his sleeves revealing a tattoo sleeve decorated with artistic Bunga and beautiful Gothic and edgy imej of birds of paradise. The boys shuffled around the room for some time chipping in with komen-komen on old memories in the items they rediscovered.
"Whoa no way!" Jayson called out.
"What is it? What anda found now?" Christian asked placing a hand on his boyfriends right shoulder crouching to his level.
"Look at this Chrissy!" Jayson held up a faded photograph for Christan to see. The scene was outside in the woods with a few dozen people standing and sitting around a fire.
"There's mum and-"
"No way!? That's your dad he use to look just like you"
"Haha yeah! Look how long his hair was back then"
"Your Mother looks like anda too m...it's mostly in the eyes I think"
Jayson smiled at the komen looking down at his parents in the photo, Dylan had his arms around Phoebe in his usually black attire and Phoebe sat between his legs giving a light sort of smile, her hands holding his arms.
"Look there that's my uncle Zero he looks so funny! Here an-and that's Jamie's parents Fang and Devin, this is crazy every one looks and are dressed so retro!"
"When was it taken" Christian asked. On the other side written in faint ink was 'the team: summer training 2014'.
"How long after that did anda mum pass again?" Christian wondered, softly wrapping his arms around Jaysons strong body planting soft kisses on his neck.
"3 years later, 20-..2017 that was when" Jayson replayed leaning his head on Christians, purring quietly with comfort. He sat still for a moment and gently placed the photograph carefully back in its original box. Christian stood up and took a step dusting off his jeans.
"Hey do anda want a drink babe?" Christian asked twiddling the stretcher in his ear. Jayson lent his head back and grinned.
"One of my world famous hot chocolates?"
Jayson grinned further nodding his head. His fluffy blue car ears pointed straight up moving close together, Christian blushed at the sight and couldn't help but smile.
"Alright kitty cat I'll be back"
"Thank youuuuu" Jayson shouted to him as he climbed back up the stairs. The Neko sighed and closed up the box of photos. He pushed and shifted through a few lebih boxes in cari of the Krismas decorations. "Where the hell did dad put them?" he wondered looking at the sides for any labels. He discover lebih boxes behind a large stack and gently pushed the mountain of containers to the side, slowly as to not make the fall. The weight of the movement caused the floor board to creek making Jaysons ears twitch. Along with that creek his specialised hearing heard and echo of a hollow space.
Curiously he pulled the boxes out, a thin line of a large square was engraved into the wood of the floor. Jayson tried to lift the wood up with his nails but the gap was too thin. It didn't take him long to clock another idea. He stood back up and took a step back then suddenly slammed his foot down on the pad. Click. The panel lowered revealing a dark iron safe. Jayson peered in looking for a key part atau finger print scanner but instead he found an small engraving of symbol he had seen once before.
He scrambled to the box of photographs and grabbed the foto of the team studying it carefully. Surly enough there it was.
"Omega. Her necklace" he muttered to himself. Curiosity had a hold off him now. What untold secrets of his birth mother where buried in that safe? Does Dylan know it's there? He jumped up and practically ran up the stairs so fast his feet did touch a single step. Quietly he walking into his fathers room to the bedside draw and carefully looked around trying not to disturbed anything that was in there. No luck. Under the bed? Nothing. It took Jayson till the last draw in his fathers dresser to find an old shoe box.
He took it out and lifted up the lid. It was filled with a few odd bits and bobs but all held great value, delicate shadow roses, Polaroid photos, empty wrappers of fancy chocolates, a hand full of small healing crystals and finally a small flat jewellery box. He lifted the lid and gently pulled out the kalung from within cradling it in his arm.
The omega pendent itself was fairly large, happily sitting in the palm of Jaysons hand. The metal was tarnished and scratched and the chain was a little oxidised in some places making its a copper colour.
Back down in the basement he kneeled near the selamat, peti deposit keselamatan and lowered the symbol down, he hovered for a moment an pecked at the door checking the coast was clear. "Should I be doing this?"
"Maybe.....maybe I should wait for da-"
"No. No lebih secrets" He berkata pressing the symbol into the engraving. There was a series of clicks, sounds of gears and winding noises when the door clicked open.
Inside lay a knife, a blade. It was beautifully carved, the metal curved and bent in decorative swirls and patterns. The handle looked like it was made of dark crystal which shifted from purple, to blue to green in the light. Various magical symbols were craved into the metal. Cautiously he reached down an removed it from its case studying the craftsmanship and design. Suddenly strings of light wrapped around the blade spiralling upwards and burst in a bright flash. Jayson latched onto the blade with both hands and fell down onto his elbows, he reopened his eyes , panting slightly from shock, and gazed at the new weapon in his hands. The blade had morphed into a beautiful sword, the carvings had changed into delicate metal lace growing up the swords length, with each gentle movement the sword gave out a light aura of blue and pink.
Dylan stood at the bottom of the stairs and berkata with a light sigh"I knew it was only a matter of time before anda stumbled across that."
"The God slayer......The Vorpal Blade"
(Sorry for any spelling mistakes I wrote most of this on my phone)
Deep in the water, your chances little. A watery grave, your bones that whittle.
Pretty cool if anda sing it like link...
Deep in the water, your chances little.
A watery grave, your Bones that whittle.
Lay down your hand, and slowly anda will die
And when again the sun leaves anda will lie.
Here is hate, here there's mourn
Here the Demons hide anda from your light
Here your wounds are deep and tomorrow anda earn new
Here is the place where we, hate you.
Deep in the flames, hidden far away
A jubah, berjubah of ash, a burn streaked face
Forget your loves and let your happiness lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.
continue reading...
Deep in the water, your chances little.
A watery grave, your Bones that whittle.
Lay down your hand, and slowly anda will die
And when again the sun leaves anda will lie.
Here is hate, here there's mourn
Here the Demons hide anda from your light
Here your wounds are deep and tomorrow anda earn new
Here is the place where we, hate you.
Deep in the flames, hidden far away
A jubah, berjubah of ash, a burn streaked face
Forget your loves and let your happiness lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.
Deep in the flames, hidden far away A jubah, berjubah of ash, a burn streaked...
K.C. Resistance leader
