| "I am your daughter." Geth watched as the girl's hand reached out. Geth took a step toward her, watching the girl's face. Many emotions raced across that beautiful face - a face so familar to Geth, yet so vague at the same time. ~~~Daughter? Do I have a daughter? Why is she not with me? Where is she? Did the dark man take her away? ~~~ Geth reached out to the girl, wanting badly to touch her, wanting to know that contact with this beautiful young woman in front of her was possible. Geth realized then that she missed being around the other Nightsisters. Geth could feel that this girl was like her - not quite a Nightsister. This girl was, like Geth, something else entirely. While she had watched the girl, she had missed the other movements within the room. The dark man had come around the table to stand behind the girl. As Geth took another step toward the girl, she noticed him. She raised her eyes to his and the feelings of longing came crushing down on her. "You! The dark man in my dreams. Leave me alone." Geth backed away quickly, fear evident in her voice. Yet quickly, Geth realized that, once again, she was dreaming. "It is only a dream," Geth whispered. "I am real mother." "Geth, you are real.." The two whispered statements came at the same time from the dark man and the young woman. Geth's eyes turned from the girl, who had once again called her mother, to the dark man, who knew her name. "You have my name. How? You are only a dream.." Geth's eyes moved over the two of them. She wanted to run and at the same time she wanted to know what this dream would mean when she woke. As she stared at them, she noticed a movement from the corner of her eye. Another dark man, this one noticeably younger, had stood from his position at the table. As he stood, another woman stood. Geth backed against the wall. ~I can leave anytime I want. I just turn and walk through this wall and into the next segment of this dream.~ she thought. This thought made her braver. "Who are you?" Geth asked again. ******************************************************************************************** Argyyle felt it almost before he heard it. The link with his sister abruptly opened, and everything she was feeling flooded him, almost as if he were her for a moment. His head snapped around, his eyes widening in shock as he saw the ghostly figure. No. It could not be. She was DEAD. Argyyle felt the foundation of his being crumbling benieth him as everything he had believed his entire life was, without warning, proven wrong. Argyyle was almost able to persuade himself this was a dream, no, nightmare, when the figure spoke "who are you?" Not a nightmare, then, but worse. This WAS real, and Father had been right all this time. He didn't remember standing, the shock numbing him, narrowing his world to his sister and the apparation. His voice gone, his lips moved with his sisters, their emotions and thoughts still wide open to one another. "i am real, mother." he heard fiona say. He was not sure if he spoke or thought "YOUR not real." And, finding his sword in his hand, Argyyle drew his arm back to throw the weapon. |
| Alive and Real |