Title: Blessing's Home
Characters: Chandir/Wryn/Enoch; Elden/Misham
Series: Another Life
Warning: WIP
The fog was dense and heavy as Enoch walked along the path, but the grey of the day couldn't dim his happiness. He was excited to start contributing. The need to contribute to the village had been growing. Chandir and Wryn had made him wait until they were assured that he was healthy enough. No amount of pleading or arguing from Enoch would convince them. Enoch ruefully rubbed his bottom in remembrance of what arguing with Chandir could result in-a sore bottom.
A soft smile graced Enoch's face. Stopping and breathing in the scents of the forest, despite his visions, this was a life he'd never dreamed of. Enough food to fill his stomach everyday, fresh air, and the love of two strong men. And now he had a purpose. Misham was going to show him how to record the visions he'd had all his life. The records would help those who would live after he'd gone to the next life.
Walking on, the path left the forest and the library was a few yards away. Suddenly a red mist surrounded Enoch. Filling all his senses with shadows of foreboding. Dropping to his knees, Enoch cried out in pain and anguish as the library disappeared to be replaced with a place of worship. Suddenly the ground shook as an explosion destroyed the beautiful temple. Instead of the skilled architecture, the building was broken stones, ashes, and smoke. He watched through the red haze as the temple built with love and hope crumbled.
Characters: Chandir/Wryn/Enoch; Elden/Misham
Series: Another Life
Warning: WIP
The fog was dense and heavy as Enoch walked along the path, but the grey of the day couldn't dim his happiness. He was excited to start contributing. The need to contribute to the village had been growing. Chandir and Wryn had made him wait until they were assured that he was healthy enough. No amount of pleading or arguing from Enoch would convince them. Enoch ruefully rubbed his bottom in remembrance of what arguing with Chandir could result in-a sore bottom.
A soft smile graced Enoch's face. Stopping and breathing in the scents of the forest, despite his visions, this was a life he'd never dreamed of. Enough food to fill his stomach everyday, fresh air, and the love of two strong men. And now he had a purpose. Misham was going to show him how to record the visions he'd had all his life. The records would help those who would live after he'd gone to the next life.
Walking on, the path left the forest and the library was a few yards away. Suddenly a red mist surrounded Enoch. Filling all his senses with shadows of foreboding. Dropping to his knees, Enoch cried out in pain and anguish as the library disappeared to be replaced with a place of worship. Suddenly the ground shook as an explosion destroyed the beautiful temple. Instead of the skilled architecture, the building was broken stones, ashes, and smoke. He watched through the red haze as the temple built with love and hope crumbled.
The mist trembled, disturbed by something. Enoch felt arms wrap around him. Holding him tight. Drawing the pain and anguish away from him. Then it all it disappeared. The smoke was replaced by the fog of Gliese. The rocks and stones of the desert land of Earth became once again the soft grass of the path. The temple that had lain in rubble had returned to the Historian's library. But the arms around him remained.
Turning over in the arms that still held him, he saw Misham's dark eyes. Eyes that held more pain and fear than Enoch had ever seen before. "Misham," he cried out. "Are you alright?"
"Give me a moment," Misham groaned.
Enoch wrapped his arms around Misham, just as Misham had done to him. He held the trembling man tightly. They lay together with their arms giving comfort to each other as the sun rose and burned away the fog. As Misham's tremors slowed, Enoch's eyes were drawn to the blue sky. He watched as a bird flew over them.
Enoch shook his head. "Only one."
"Only one?" Misham gasped.
"You felt their pain, yes?" Enoch asked. When his friend nodded, Enoch sighed. "I'm fearful there will be more. You shouldn't be with me." He felt his heart break as he broke the tentative friendship before it had a chance to grow.
"No! You need to record your knowledge," Misham cried.
"I will have more! If I can save you pain, I will! I couldn't stop anyone's suffering on Earth, I will stop any on Gliese," Enoch argued. Standing up, he put his hand out to help the other man to his feet. "I will find my place here-"
"You have a place! It is with me!" Misham interrupted. "I will control it! I will find a way to not let the emotions overwhelm me."
Enoch looked into Misham's pleading eyes. He knew he had to be the strong one. He had to deny Misham. He had to-
"Enoch. As I help you, so too could you help me. We could work together to help you record your visions. And." Misham took a deep breath, then said quietly, "You could help me learn to control the waves of emotions that break over me. Please say you'll continue."
Enoch wanted to deny him. He didn't want to be the cause of Misham's pain. With every intention of telling his friend, no, Enoch was surprised to hear the words float between them. "Yes, we'll continue."
Vivid green eyes met dark brown eyes. A silent agreement was made in that moment.
TBC
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