05-26-2011, 02:33 PM
John watches her for a while, worried as he watches the fever build, sighing with relief when it finally started to subside, all the while thinking: Flu? No, she says this has been going on for a while now. Diet? Possible, but if she's lived this long, she must know what i's and i's not safe to eat by now. Stress induced? Hmm, well that would be the most likely culprit, I think; father up and missing for three years, now this; I'd be slightly more worried if her systems didn't have some sort of adverse reaction. at one point he tried to get to sleep, but as usual the nightmares were there, waiting for him:
A dark night. No clouds, no stars: just the moon. A women far below. Cries heard, shouts. Panic. Fear. Rage. Anger. Lust. The women again, fear painted on her face, Theb suddenly, replaced by pain and suffering. And a sound, a dreaded sound, a scream, like the judgement bell's call to damnation itself. A reflection, the pupils in the eyes of which are so dismayed they almost completely block out the grey-blue irises.
Almost.
John awoke in a cold sweat. He looked quickly over to Jewl; he was pretty sure she still slept, but he didn't really look too hard. He went over to the nearest window, looking up to the moon. A whole hour. Damn, new record. he went to the door, opening it as silently as he could, then closed it equally as silently. The cool night air was refreshing on his nerves. He remembered seeing a pond before, so he decided to head down that way to splash some water on his face, the scream still echoing in his ears. After having done that, he returned to the cabin, very carefully, began to climb the living wall of the cabin.
When he made it to the top of the roof, he sat down, and pulled out his locket. When he looked at it, it seemed to glow ever so slightly, but he dismissed this as a reflection of the light from the moon or stars. Once again, he applied just the right amount of pressure in the right spot, and *click* the locket popped open. John stared at the picture for a while. The subject was female, infect it was the same woman from his nightmare; maybe late twenties early thirties, tops, had deep brown shoulder length hair, and had eyes that seemed to be mesmerizing. It was the eyes he was looking at now; there was now doubt about it, they were exactly the same as Jewl's. There were other things; the set of the face, the general look, but one thing was absolutely crystal clear: this woman was Jewl's mother.
A dark night. No clouds, no stars: just the moon. A women far below. Cries heard, shouts. Panic. Fear. Rage. Anger. Lust. The women again, fear painted on her face, Theb suddenly, replaced by pain and suffering. And a sound, a dreaded sound, a scream, like the judgement bell's call to damnation itself. A reflection, the pupils in the eyes of which are so dismayed they almost completely block out the grey-blue irises.
Almost.
John awoke in a cold sweat. He looked quickly over to Jewl; he was pretty sure she still slept, but he didn't really look too hard. He went over to the nearest window, looking up to the moon. A whole hour. Damn, new record. he went to the door, opening it as silently as he could, then closed it equally as silently. The cool night air was refreshing on his nerves. He remembered seeing a pond before, so he decided to head down that way to splash some water on his face, the scream still echoing in his ears. After having done that, he returned to the cabin, very carefully, began to climb the living wall of the cabin.
When he made it to the top of the roof, he sat down, and pulled out his locket. When he looked at it, it seemed to glow ever so slightly, but he dismissed this as a reflection of the light from the moon or stars. Once again, he applied just the right amount of pressure in the right spot, and *click* the locket popped open. John stared at the picture for a while. The subject was female, infect it was the same woman from his nightmare; maybe late twenties early thirties, tops, had deep brown shoulder length hair, and had eyes that seemed to be mesmerizing. It was the eyes he was looking at now; there was now doubt about it, they were exactly the same as Jewl's. There were other things; the set of the face, the general look, but one thing was absolutely crystal clear: this woman was Jewl's mother.
The most dangerous phrase ever uttered in all of minecraftia: "/give honeydew 46 64"
Imaginato disciplinis cognoscere modum; sciam quid et ingenii?
My learning and imagination know no bounds; why should my knowledge and abilities?
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Alchemy: [from the Moon to] Scorpio to man to eagle to the phoenix (female) [to the sun] back to Her consciousness outside the box she created.
Imaginato disciplinis cognoscere modum; sciam quid et ingenii?
My learning and imagination know no bounds; why should my knowledge and abilities?
Alchemy: [from the Moon to] Scorpio to man to eagle to the phoenix (female) [to the sun] back to Her consciousness outside the box she created.
