Doesn’t Fix Everything

Because love doesn’t fix everything and that’s okay, too. —anonymous

 

It had started simple. He’d just wanted to learn more about why they were even running around for so long. It’s not like he’d been born and then left to wander the same way that his cousins were and he hadn’t been sealed away like his father had been. One moment he hadn’t been there and then he was. He had no idea where he’d come from and if it hadn’t been for the DNA testing done by Amy then he’d have never even realized that the angry blonde they’d had skirmishes with was even his father.

The point was that Neal was curious about his own place in their group and where he had even come from. It’s not like Jade had anyone that he was lovey-dovey with from the other side so whoever Neal’s other parent was, was a mystery.

He never expected to find out what he did.

While he never did find out who his own mother was, he found something different. Something about Star and Comet, about where they had come from.

They were both what they fought.

The Chaos-souled.

How he found out didn’t end up being something that he shared with anyone. In fact, he was extra secretive about it as if the source would make everyone doubt the validity of the information he’d found. And they would have questioned it, would have likely not done the follow-up to discover the truth.

Star and Comet are Chaos-souled, the very things that they fight and kill and destroy.

(Because killing something doesn’t destroy it, merely set it aside for however long it takes to reform again.)

All of the love and care that their companions had for them did not change this fact nor did it tell them how to handle this horrible truth.

Blending In My Soul

She could feel It sometimes at the back of her mind, clawing and trying to get a better grip on her. Star didn’t bother paying it too much attention because that was what It wanted. The more attention she gave it, the more it could do with her and she wasn’t going to allow It anything more than what she needed from It.

“I don’t need anything from you.” she whispers sometimes when there’s no one else around.

“Then why am I here?” It rasps back from the darkest corners of her soul.

Star doesn’t answer back. She knows that this is how her brother fell. He answered It and kept answering It whenever it spoke.

That was the problem with It, if you gave it too much attention then It started getting stronger, but you couldn’t ignore It completely either.

There was no happy medium because every single day was give and take and you never knew just how much It was going to give or take.

That didn’t mean she was going to give up and give in to It.

She wasn’t going to lose any more than she already had to It It had taken and taken and taken, what It gave back was never something she wanted to keep, but parts of It had wormed into her soul just the same.

Likely  because she was Chaos-souled and little bits of It blended right in.

Star didn’t close her eyes as she stepped out of the darkness and into the light no matter how much the brightness burned at her eyes.

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image: from martha0stout’s phone

 


Inspired by the redo for Sreejit’s Dungeon Prompt: Good, Evil and the Rules that You Live By. Check out his own response It Takes Two.

Doubts of the Enemy Seep Through

It wasn’t until long after her sister was gone that she realized the fighting wasn’t truly over.

“There’s been another attack!”

“But all of the Enemy is gone!”

“How is this possible?!”

The fears and doubts started coming out as people turned and remembered that she had been the one to send away on of the better defenses they’d ever had.

It didn’t take much more to remember that she was more closely related to the Enemy than she was to any of her allies.

“We never should have sent Comet away!”

“With another anchor for a chaos-souled gone, how soon would Star turn against us?”

“We should be more careful around her…”

Their whispers were never more than murmurs when she was around and they would sometimes stop talking at all should she enter the room. Their eyes ever watchful as if they were waiting for some sign that she was the reason behind the renewed attacks.

The only solace was the fact that her Princess would hear nothing against her.

“Star could no sooner turn traitor than I.” Solaris would say to any who brought forth concerns and doubts over Star’s loyalties.

“But, you Majesty, she is a chaos-souled-”

“And yet she has never taken any action save for our lives to be prolonged, nor has she ever spared any of the Enemy save they have truly turned aside from their born task to destroy.”

“Princess, that is not the poi-”

The arguer cut themselves off as soon as Star entered the room. His watchful eyes shadowed as he met her eyes, but saying nothing more.

Solaris didn’t like that.

“If you can bring your doubts and concerns to me in person instead of by message like so many others,” she reprimanded sternly, “Then you can certainly say it in front of the person you are accusing! I will not have falseness within my Court and certainly not right in front of my face!”

Her voice did not raise in volume, but the extent of her disappointment and disapproval with this course of action. Solaris did not approve of this kind of backstabbing even if there was no actual actions save for verbally. If you had a problem with someone, you take it up with them, in private, and work it out. You didn’t slink around it and talk badly about that person behind their back and you most certainly would treat them with the common courtesy that all deserved.

Solaris even allowed the fallen Enemy its due courtesy. This was one of the reasons that even their Enemy had respected Solaris.


Written after reading this Monday’s Light and Shade Challenge: http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/monday-19-may-2014.html

I actually remembered that there was a word limit on this prompt!