Snippet #2499971

Belvedere residence: The Next Day

Tristan sat on his bed, with his computer open, headphones on and his own magic system open. He decided, he really needed to have his defense spells ready at a moment’s notice. He had been at it all day for the most part. It had made him tired, but he was trying to keep his mind off of thinking of a blond seer. He had finally given himself a headache, and needed to stop. He pulled the headphones off, and closed his eyes for a second.
He sighed.

Well at least if I pull a wall out of the air again, it will actually do some good.

He stared at the computer screen, and looked away. He wasn’t going to be able to concentrate anymore. So he stared at the flower by his bed. His birthday present from Soran, he really wanted to give him something when he returned. But hadn’t a clue on what it should be. The flower had done a couple of things, just out of curiosity though this time Tristan put it bud side down.

It started spinning really fast and two finger length legs appeared at the bottom. The flower turned into a dancer, spinning gracefully with her hands over her head. She stopped spinning, and actually looked at Tristan. He quirked an eyebrow, she smiled and bowed low. She started spinning again and eventually the legs disappeared.. It was a beautiful trick. He turned around hoping he had locked the door, because he didn’t want to be made fun of by his sisters. His guardian…well he couldn’t really lock him out of his room. He would pop in if he had the mind to.

I’ve changed my mind about the whole teleporting thing…do you think you could talk to him about that. He is driving me crazy. Well I am already crazy, I am talking to a person whose aura is supposedly inside of me. K…,”

He stopped as he realized he was going to say her name. Rethyn would probably think him nuts if he found out. He shook his head and picked up the flower again. It was the closest thing he had that felt like Soran.

A knock sounded on the door, “Tristan, dad said its time for training.” Tristan put the flower down, well he actually hid it underneath his pillow and unlocked his door. He needed the physical distraction as it was. He ruffled Aria’s hair as he passed her in the doorway. She looked at him weird. “Will you please stop doing that, I rather you yell at me then be all cutesy…I mean nice.” Tristan smiled and said nothing to her as he walked upstairs.

Aria stood there, scrunched her nose and shrugged her shoulders. “Boys…I don’t understand.”

She skipped back to the kitchen passing by the study as the news bulletin played,

“Another mystery disappearance of a seer has alarmed several of the more notable families in the area.”

Grayson turned the radio off, “This isn’t just any regular kind of disappearance, or possession. Something is happening out there.” Alauric glanced at his guardian, “Its why I don’t think letting them go places is a good idea, especially Tristan. We still don’t know if the boy is his guardian, Tristan seems to believe it, as do you.” Grayson looked at Alauric, “As Tristan said it’s a gut feeling, and I recall you said the same thing to me.” Alauric looked at Grayson for a second and smiled, “and my feelings have been good so far.”

Grayson stood and stepped away from the desk, “We should go and watch the training upstairs.” Alauric nodded and stood as well, “Yeah teleporting would be a useful power at my age...” The guardian rolled his eyes, “We will get a powered wheelchair for your next birthday.” Alauric stopped and glared at Grayson, “Ok so it’s like that old man…” Grayson quirked an eyebrow, but turned and left the comment where it was.
Day 2


So it was official…Alauric had everyone on lockdown so to speak. The house had been prepared for any attacks from the outside. The bunker had been prepped for an extended stay if need be. Tristan had been on his computer all day, he had been writing a program as well as hacking a few places to see if he could find out more about the incidents outside. No one was talking about it was very strange.

He stretched and looked out to the patio. At least his sisters were trying to make the best of this situation. As they had set up the crochet game and were playing by their own rules. He heard whining outside, “But you said…” yes definitely Aria’s voice. He heard soft footsteps behind him and noticed the only sister not outside. “Leila,” he said, she shook her head and walked to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water and a bowl of fruit. She turned gave him a smile, but put the fruit and water down for a second. Her hand motions went rapid, and Tristan laughed.

“I dare you to go outside and tell them that.” She signed again, “Really, that bad,” she nodded.

He sighed and looked at her, “I am sure it will pass, lock down sucks for all of us.” She signed again, and he couldn’t help but smile. “I am sure Weird eyes is hiding in his room or something.” Her last couple of signs made Tristan cringe just a little, “I am not telling you that, even you have a way of letting things slip, and I don’t need the whole household in on it.” She shrugged her shoulders and picked up her things again. Yet she stopped and she gave him a hug, a big smile on her face. He smiled back, but as she left it faded, he should be back…tomorrow.

Day 3

Tristan was antsy, everyone could tell, so everyone pretty much left him alone. He actually yelled at his father during their training session. Alauric had let it go, because he knew something was bothering him. His sisters stayed as far away as they could, not even making eye contact if they could help it. He thought about picking up the phone all day, like if he just heard Soran’s voice, he could get through the day. He had been making excuses all day, trying to come up with good ones, so he wouldn’t freak himself out with the bad ones. However he again had a gut feeling…something bad had happened.

He had tried everything to keep his mind off of the situation. He even made an entirely new game out of thin air. Since he had created the black hole that sucked up Yakosa, it really leading to nowhere, wasn’t the best prison for a god. Of course the god if he was smart enough, and really thought about it, could escape. So he decided to make sure it was as confusing as heck for any god that got sucked down there. Four thousand levels of idiotic fun, well he was going to stop at 1000, but Soran hadn’t shown up, another thousand, and still nothing, the third thousand were some seriously messed up things. The last thousand though put the third to shame. He had to stop…not only because he was driving himself crazy, but the levels had started becoming redundant. He looked at the clock…damn it was midnight already.

A light caught his attention, a glowing from underneath his pillow. He picked the pillow up and looked at the gift Soran had given him. It was beginning to fade, but Tristan couldn’t speak as he watched it, it faded gently until it was gone. Tristan hugged his pillow, not making a sound. It was like he was numb as he laid back down on to the bed.

Day 4

Alauric was worried about his son, he hadn’t come out of his room all day. Not to eat, or do anything else. He knew it had to do with Soran, but what he had no idea. He sighed, maybe I shouldn’t have let the boy go. However he knew Leo, if he had found out that Soran had been here, Alauric was pretty sure he would have heard something. He had been in his newly repaired study looking for answers to the strange happenings that had been occurring. He was old school, books always worked best for him.

Reigailia Residence/Belvedere residence phone conversation

Closing the door to Soran's room, his mother left him there since he was finally sleeping peacefully. Once more he'd tossed and turned through the night, moaning the boy's name in his delirium. She couldn't help the pang of guilt that was coursing through her at seeing her own flesh and blood in such a state. Perhaps if she were a stronger woman nothing like this would have happened. However, she could do one last thing for her son. He wasn't safe in this house and he wouldn't be for as long as he lived there. The boy's father was a tyrant who drove Derrik into a fitless rage that he took out on Soran often. However, it was now more potent than ever since it was a confirmed fact that Soran was now a Seer.

Wiping tears from her eyes, she descended the stairs and went to the phone on the desk just under the staircase near the front door. Picking it up, she listened to the dial tone for quite some time before punching in the number that she knew by heart. It buzzed for a moment then it rang.

The phone ringing though caught him off guard and he lost his concentration.

"Belvedere residence, Alauric Belvedere speaking."

"Alauric..." River's voice wavered as she whispered the name. She paused a moment, fighting off the anguish as she thought of what she had to say, "Alauric... You have to take him," her voice broke.

It sounded like a door closed on the other end, "River, is that you, what is going on." He paused, "Take him...You mean Soran." He waited on her answer

River's fingers tightened around the receiver of the phone, she couldn't stop shaking, nodding her head she remembered to speak, "Yes. He can't stay here, Alauric. It's too dangerous. His brother... he already hurt him when he came home. I can't handle this. Please, you have to help him. I know this is asking a lot and I know that Leo isn't the greatest man to contend with, but please. Don't let my baby stay here any longer. I'm afraid... afraid something else is going to happen," her voice gasped as a loud sound was heard over her head. Backing up a bit she tried to see what was going on upstairs. Her breath hitched as she caught sight of Derrik, "Oh, God. Alauric, hurry please! You have to come get him, take him now!"

She didn't wait for an answer as a louder sound filled the air. Something had shattered over head, "Soran!" she ran, dropping the phone so that it hung by the cord, dangling over the desk.

"River..River...just hold on we will come as fast as possible." Alauric's voice had grown angry, but controlled.

All of a sudden there was only the sound of the dial tone on the phone.

(Side note-Leila is mute, not deaf, she can read lips extremely well)