| Zantor felt the wet piece of meat splatter against his collar as he stared as his son, sending a savage slice through his meal in an obvious threat. He mealy shook his head, his chest bobbing once for an amused yet silent chuckle and watched as the small speck landed squarely on the impudent youth's hand. He smiled as Argyyle narrowed his eyes before� "Who are you?" The voice gently boomed throughout the room. Zantor immediately froze, instantly recognizing the voice for whom and what it was. A voice he had heard a very long time ago almost purged from his conscientious mind but never from his soul. His head slowly turned to view the location of that emanating music. `Oh Gods�' Zantor thought deep within his soul as he stared at the ghostly figure with a cold face. He could feel the time slow down, feel his heart throb within his chest, the blood drain from his face. He watched as the figure focused on the woman before her, closest to her grasp, Fiona. Zantor merely stood for a moment before slowly walking towards Fiona, silently watching the exchange between the figure and his daughter. Could it be true, after all this time? After all this searching, after all this pain that she had actually sought THEM out? Zantor walked and just couldn't seem to engage his mind, his movement totally gauged by his heart. That ruined black heart capable of so much hatred, so much evil yet still possessing one very odd element� Hope. A hope that had seemed to grow fainter and fainter by the day, atleast to any who knew what was happening was. A hope that seemed to flee all others, all but one really in this twisted little univerce. Zantor had never given up hope, In fact he realized at this moment that his hope had kept him going through all these years. His hope and his love was really all he had left of his life before, the only thing that kept him sane. He had never stopped his search, even when those who spoke of its failure died horribly in his hands. Even when he heard those forbidden words so many times that they started to sink in, he had never lost his hope to find her, to know that she was alive. Zantor felt his heart weep for a moment, felt his heart begin to warm, to feel again. He had felt all of this time, yes. His children, his work. But closed off his heart and his being from something more vital, greater. Something that no true sentient creature, not one with a heart, could exist without. Zantor silently stopped and stood behind Fiona, watching the exchange between mother and daughter. All the while he couldn't help but clench his fist. Control, he must remain in control, he ordered himself as he stared at the woman, the ghost of an image, the soul of his love. He couldn't show� Zantor closed his eyes for a moment, stepping forward, feeling for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, her soul. Her mind. Her sweeping around him like the storms that swept over this planet. "You! The dark man in my dreams. Leave me alone." The soft voice of the woman shouted out as Zantor's eyes snapped directly at hers. She gasped silently at the sight as Zantor stared back at her, feeling all of the repressed and buried emotions sweep over him again. The woman backed away slowly, struggling with what was happening to her, almost trembling at her fear of him, of them. Her eyes snapped back to the young girl sitting before her. "This is only a dream." The beauty before him whispered. Zantor simply spoke, his heart telling him his words."Geth, you are real�" he whispered softly as Fiona whispered "I am real, Mother." Geth's eyes slowly turned towards Zantor. Zantor gazed into her eyes again, feeling his loss of control almost overwhelm him when she spoke "You have my name. How? You are only a dream�" Geth's eyes moved over the father-daughter pair and slowly backed away. The room was silent for a moment before the woman asked once again, a bit of strength entering her voice. "Who are you?" Geth asked, her eyes once again piercing Zantor. Zantor looked at them again, tracing their outlines within his heart as to never lose them again. "I am the one who wants to protect you� The one who loves you, Geth�" He whispered softly as he moved out from behind Fiona and raised his hand towards the figure.Geth stared at the soft, no threatening moves of the man before her and, to her surprise, felt her own hand rise with his. Not as if he had controlled it, no. More like she had wanted to touch him, yet she wanted to shriek away in terror. She wanted to feel his presence, all of their presences, yet it horrified her to no end. The only thing left at this moment was the way that their eyes captured each other's. The way that they seemed to blend flawlessly into their memories, memories complete within Zantor's mind, tattered and torn within Geth's. Their fingertips touched� Zantor felt the throw. The force disturbed about him as an enraged thought flew through the room "YOUR NOT REAL!" Zantor turned his head just in time to watch the blade fly from hisson's hands. With a flick of his wrist the sharp edge of the weapon buried itself to its hilt in the center of the table. Zantor watched as his son's chest heaved heavily for a few moments before he turned back to her� Only to see� |
| Zantor's Hope Restored |