Title: Feelings of Content

Author: Liewe

Disclaimer: standard apply

 

Aisyllnia Une-Barton stood on the edge of the cliff her pale moonlit hair billowing around her tall slender form as she gazed over the ocean.  She had eyes like her father she was told, the same emerald green; she had his height as well apparently.  But she had never met him, nor would she ever meet him.  He had disappeared years ago; he didn’t even know she existed.  She was the result of a one-night stand and she was her mother’s pride and joy.  Midii Une had carried her child in secret before disappearing into the unknowns of the Brazilian rain forests, never to be seen by those who knew her again.

 

Aisy sighed again as she thought of their home with the natives of the rain forest; those kindly tribal people had taken them in when they had no hope for the future.  Aisy was tired of the nomadic life they lead, she wanted to meet other people, people like her, who had white skin and hair as pale as the moon.  She loved the nomadic tribe they traveled with but the life was not for her.  She had written to a long lost relative of her mother’s an Aunt not often spoken off. A Lady Une.  She was nervously waiting for the reply. 

 

Midii Une paced back and forth in the hut she called her home, her graying hair swishing back and forth across her back. The silken tendrils hugging her, cocooning her from the pain of the outside world.  He was coming for her, she knew it, she could feel it.  The man who she had run away from was coming to take her back to the world, to civilization.  She couldn’t go back, her life with the tribe was so much simpler, things were so different from the outside world.  She finally stopped staring to stare at her daughter, the child born from the night that had forever changed her life.  Aisy was 17 now, and tired of the life she had been forced to lead.  The clothing she wore was made from cured animal pelts, the skin molding to cover her breasts and expose her flat toned stomach.  The skirt flapping in the wind from the angle it hung at.  Aisy would never look like a member of the tribe though, her bone structure was too delicate, her eyes to unnatural a green and her hair to pale a gold to ever look like one of the tribe.

 

Midii, stepped from the protective shelter of her hut to join her only child on the edge of the cliff, her form dwarfed by her daughters. The wind blew her hair around them both, twisting it into a variety of shapes before moving to wrap her in it.  She tried to speak to her child to tell her of the things to come but nothing would escape her uncooperative lips.  Tears came unbidden to her eyes as she saw Trowa standing next to her in her daughter.  The stance, the expression, the line of body it was all there, his eyes would stare at her from Aisy.  They would compel her to come home, to speak with him, to share their daughter.

 

Trowa stood on the edge of the great Brazilian Rain forest, his mind darting to the letter, which had brought him to a place her had forever vowed to avoid.  Forever.  The word in itself was an irony, how could something be forever when everything died.  A flash of pale moonlit hair fanned beneath him flashed before his eyes, an expression of intense pleasure.  He could still smell the soft scent of lavender, which had always seemed to follow her.   He had woken in the morning to find his bed cold, an indent where a body had once been.  He blew his bang from his eye as he stood contemplating the forest; Une had said it was important; there was someone he needed to see but whom.  Could it be her? No, it couldn’t be, Midii, the woman who loved luxury in the rain forest. Impossible, his mind argued.

 

With agile movements, he began to hack his way through the dense underbrush, his machete making graceful arcs through the peaceful air.  Sounds of his furious meticulous hacking resounding through the still and mysterious air of the tropical jungle he was attempting to enter.  The pests buzzed around him darting in for the attack before deftly flying away from him before an assault could be made.  His hacking had become more ordered, more fluid, more graceful as the day wore on.  His shirt tied around his waist, the material of his jeans sticking to him body.  The sweat trickled down the contoured lines of his chest as he continued to make his way further into the depths of the rain forest, seeking for something he didn’t know.  Seeking for an answer to the desperate summons Une had sent him, seeking for the child who could bring such emotion to the fearsome leader’s eyes.  Eyes, which had not shown a glimmer of desperation or hope since the death of Mariemaya the child of the man she had loved with all her heart.

 

The sudden sound of a small animal breaking for cover brought the present back to the young man as he continued on his task.  The sounds of laughter, echoing from the recesses of the jungle teasing his senses eliciting more memories of a nymph with hair as pale as the moon.  The sounds of her laughter bubbling forth as his arms circled round her waist to pull her against him.  Whispered words of undying devotion, spilling forth from her honeyed lips.  He shook his head, mentally slapping himself as he entered a clearing, his eyes methodically analyzing each inhabitant of the tribe as he stood there, the sweat gleaming on his body, his machete hanging from limp hands.  She was close by, he could feel it, her presence, her soul called to his, begging for completion.

 

Midii’s head jerked up from the intricate beadwork she was laboriously trying to complete.  The carefully picked beads clattered to the floor, effectively running from the task to be completed.  But, Midii didn’t care, no, he was here for her, he had come for her.  She could feel it.  Her dove-gray eyes widened in disbelief as she stepped from the hut she called her home, the sweltering heat of the rain forest forgotten as she looked upon his godlike form.  He hadn’t changed in almost twenty years, his body was still muscular, the same sadness in his eyes that had slowly been vanishing with her presence.  His hair still hung at the impossible angle, the same deep red brown she remembered, not streaked with silver like her own.

 

The sudden gasp, which left his lips, caused Midii to turn, her daughter had returned from her chores, the relation, unmistakable.  The same sadness in her eyes mimicking the one in Trowa’s one, the one in her heart.  The fall of pale gold hair so like her own had once been.  He knew who the girl was without question.  Midii could see the knowledge in his eyes, the fierce pride only a father knew sweeping through him as he gazed at his daughter for the first time.  Midii could only smile as she saw the way his knees grew weak; her small form darting forward to catch the man who had always held her heart.  She turned her head to see her daughter helping her to support the faint man.  The strength present in her limbs taking the weight from Midii, allowing her to be a guide as they swept along the river of curiosity to their hut.  Their home.

 

Aisy looked questionably towards her mother, the elder of their small family, the jaunty gold hoops that adorned her ears catching the last rays of the sun.  The familiar tingling of her bracelets filling the still air of the modest hut, as she waited for the silence to be broken.  Aisy’s heart called for an explanation, but the lines of sadness and worry which darkened her mother’s brow called her to think, to wait.    She moved to leave the room, her waterfall of spun gold swishing behind her, the loose tendril, which escaped the wrapped braid clinging to her body.  She left with one last glance back at her mother before resuming her post at the cliff edge.

 

Midii stared after her daughter, admiring the intelligence in the young woman’s actions.  She had known not to press for answers, to let things sit for a while.  Her pride and joy was something to be admired, she knew the human heart, and she could tell when people wanted to be left along to their own devices to think.  To find answers in the bliss of solitude, not that Midii was alone, but Trowa was comatose, it could be considered alone.  Her mind flashed back to that fateful night, the look in his eyes, as he remained suspended above her.  The absolute adoration and eternal love, two things she had betrayed by running from her fears, running from the threat of commitment.  The glorious sound of his voice as he shouted her name in a moment of ecstasy, the memory was forever burned into her mind.  The feel of him moving inside her still remained fresh with her after all those years.  She could still the weight of his body as he collapsed against her, spent from the exertions of the night. 

 

"Midii," a soft voice called, breaking her reverie.  She jerked when she felt his hand enclose hers in his strong grip.  His hands were still callused as she remembered them, but now hers where too, they were callused by working to survive.

 

"Trowa," she whispered back, avoiding his eyes as she kneeled on the ground, her hair sweeping around them.

 

"Who was that girl?" He asked softly, his heart knew the answer, but his mind, refused to believe it.  They eyes were hauntingly familiar, the shade of her hair, and the stubborn tilt to her chin.

 

"Aisyllnia Une-Barton, your daughter," Midii whispered, her eyes still averted as she tried to remove her hand from Trowa’s as she turned away from him. 

 

"My daughter," Trowa whispered in belief, moving his other hand to grasp one of her slim shoulders forcing her to face him.  The hurt in his eyes was too much for her to bear, with a cry of anguish she sped from the room. 

 

Aisy saw her mother stumble from the hut, tears streaking down her cheeks leaving trails in their wake.  She moved to follow but a glance to the hut changed her direction.  The outsider was there, gazing after her mother, longing in his eyes.  The emotions were blatantly blazing from his emerald eyes as he motioned to follow her mother.  That sense of knowing she held within her screamed for her to stop him, to speak to him.  Her mother needed time to think she needed to stop the man. 

 

Quicker than an eye blink Aisy was by Trowa’s side, ushering him back into the shade of their humble home.  Her emerald eyes seeking his, searching the depths of his soul.  They were so similar to his yet so different; hers held an unnatural quality within the sparkling depths.  Her long unbound hair cascading around her, the pale moonlit gold following them as they made their way into the shade of the humble hut.

 

"Here, let me help you," she said in a softly accented voice as she guided him over to a handmade chair.  Her sinewy muscles holding most of his weight.

 

"Thank you," he replied still in awe of the miracle, which prevented him from finding himself sprawled on the floor.  She was his daughter, created from part of Midii and himself, his mind repeated over and over again in awe.

 

"Your welcome," she said moving to stand in front of him, her unearthly eyes holding his, it was clear she wanted an explanation.  One that he would have to give.

 

"I guess you want to know who I am," he said waving his hands in a useless gesture of defeat, and leaning back in his chair.

 

"Yes, I do," she said the accent taking further hold of her voice as annoyance began to take over.

 

"I am Trowa Barton, I knew your mother, when we were younger. I last saw her about 18 years ago," he said, sadness filling his eyes. "She ran away from me, I couldn’t find her."

 

"I didn’t want to be found," a voice whispered from the darkness as Midii appeared like a phantom of the night.  Her eyes were red and puffy from the tears she had shed, but there was a determined tilt to her chin a hardened look in her eyes. 

 

"Mother," Aisy cried turning to the older woman with a question in her emerald eyes.  "What is going on?"

 

"I need to explain things to you don’t I, Aisy dear," Midii said sadly shaking her head.  "I owe you an explanation as well, don’t I Trowa?"

 

"I would appreciate it," Trowa said eyeing the woman who had haunted his dreams for more than half his life.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw the girl, no the woman, Aisy nod her head in agreement with her mothers words.

 

"I ran from you Trowa because I couldn’t face commitment, it scared me," she said softly hugging her arms around her body.  "I left you that night, not knowing of the gift I carried within me.  I didn’t know of the results our night of passion would cause, but I do not regret it.  Aisy, Trowa is your father, the man whose name you carry.  I stumbled upon this group by chance, by fate if you so wish to call it.  They saved my life, they took me in, and they accepted me for what I was.  I thought of going back to you, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t face you, knowing what I had done.  The pained I had caused you," she whispered, tears trickling down her cheeks, dripping from her lashes.

 

"Why didn’t you ever tell me," Aisy asked before running from the room, her braid flapping behind her.  She ran and ran until she reached a secluded pond, hidden from the view of others.  She was the only one, who knew the ponds exact location, without a second thought, she jumped into the pond welcoming its icy embrace.  Through her tears, she didn’t see that the part she had jumped into sported a rocky bottom, nor a shallow water level.  Her body bobbed up to the surface of the lake, but her golden hair hid her body from view, as she struggled against the darkness, fighting for breath.

 

Midii stared after her daughter tears in her eyes.  Aisy was so much like Trowa, the depth to her character.  Aisy wasn’t shallow, Midii knew that but would things have been different if she hadn’t run from the open arms of the man she loved.  A sudden pang in her heart had Midii crashing through the path her daughter had taken, her steps sure though she had never entered that part of the forest.  She could hear Trowa’s pounding footsteps following her.  Something was wrong with Aisy; her spirit was fading away.

 

Aisy's mind fought the darkness; she could feel her mother coming nearer, the presence of the stranger drawing nearer as well.  She struggled to remain in the same realm as her parents but it was becoming harder to resist the pull of darkness.  She felt her body being lifted from the water by strong arms, the feeling strange to her numb body.  Her silken hair clinging to her body and that of her rescuer, her eyes flicked open before closing once more, hiding her emerald eyes from the world.

 

Trowa let out a stream of curse as he saw his daughter lying in the water, motionless like a rag doll, without a thought he waded in after her, his arms coming around to hold her to him.  He heard Midii's cries from the shore as she looked at her daughter limp figure, and he could feel the tears form in his own eyes.  He had only known of her for a short time but already he felt as if he knew her, that it was his duty to protect her from the evils of the world.  He gently placed her on the soft grass before moving to try to help her, Midii working in unison with him, the pains of the past forgotten for a moment.

 

"She's not breathing," Midii said moving her face to gaze at the horizon, the wings of an Angel catching her eye.  She gasped as she moved closer to her daughter's body, shielding her from the two figures. One with wings of the purest white, the other with wings of the darkest night.  They were cloaked in the fabric of the heavens and they each bore smiles of good will on their perfectly sculpted faces.  She saw Trowa move to block the ethereal beings but he was gently pushed aside.

 

"A child is a precious gift from God, and once in a millennia, a child is born with a purpose in mind, to take a place with in the ranks of those who fight the forces of evil.  Your daughter is the one we've been waiting for, the one who will turn the tide in the war.  The Archangel of light, who will save this world," the white winged angel said, her voice tinkling like silver bells.

 

"We have come to claim her, to bring her into our ranks to teach her and guide her," the other angel said his voice rumbling through the heavens, sending shivers down their spins.  "The Archangel who will save this world is your daughter, she will take the position you were unable to fill, Midii," he said softly, a sadness in his eyes.

 

"What do you mean," she asked softly a gasp escaping her throat as Aisy began to glow a blinding white.  She gazed in awe as Aisy was lifted into the air, wings of the deepest, purest gold, growing from her shoulder, spreading into the air, suspending her in the heavens as her eyes remained closed and her chest still.

 

"She is one of us as you could not be, you fell from the heavens to find the man of your dreams to complete the prophecy of the Archangel."  He said impatiently, staring down at the man who held Midii protectively in his arms with contempt, she had not been satisfied with him but a mere mortal had sufficed.  Damien beat his wings in exasperation as Janelle tried to calm the woman who had once been her twin and companion.

 

"This was Destined," came the soft voice of Aisy the Archangel of legend.  Her eyes were open and gazing down at them lovingly, she smiled when she saw her mother protected within Trowa's embrace.  She felt complete now, like a part of her long missing had finally been found. "I will forever be in your hearts," she whispered before disappearing into the night, her great wings beating the air around her.

 

"Bye," Midii whispered before turning into Trowa's embrace.  The soft voice of the woman still standing near her forced her to turn around.

 

"Sister, I will watch over her, she will not be alone in her quest," Janelle whispered, her heart in her eyes as she saw the anguished look on Midii's face.  "I know there is no consolation for your loss, but together you can create a new life to help fill the void, and to remember her by, she will always live on in your heart Midii, remember that." She whispered, her mind telling her to speak her name, "call my name if you are ever in need, just call Janelle," she said before exiting the clearing as Aisy had done before her.

 

"I will look after her as well, but you," he said pointing to Trowa with the tip of his wing, "if you ever hurt her I will come back for you blood.  I am Damien and if you are ever in need call for me and I will come, that I promise," Damien said before vanishing into the shadows.  A single black feather the only evidence that he had been there.

 

Midii collapsed into Trowa's arms, sobs racking her body as she cried and cried.  Her daughter, her pride and joy was gone, to a better place, to be a warrior and a savior.  He stroked her silver streaked, golden hair murmuring words of comfort in her ear.  He sighed before pulling her into his arms carrying her back to the hut, a silent promise made to his daughter, that things would be made right and Midii would never be left alone again. 

 

"I believe in you," came a soft voice from the heavens as well as a feeling of content. His daughter was happy, there was nothing else in the world he would wish for her other than happiness, and now he was happy too, he had the woman of his dreams in his arms.  He had met the fruit of his loins and he felt as if he knew her.  He sighed softly before gathering Midii in his arms, a feeling of content filling his heart and soul.

 

-The End