(Really thankful to those who like Entwined 🙂 I am sorry this is the real edited version of Entwined 18.)
Sebastian stirs uncomfortably.
There is a mysterious aura around Raven, who is absorbed completely enjoying in watching his father moan of pain, without moving a flinch. His aura, suddenly builds in stronger and takes a form of a fog that rapidly spreads. Sebastian takes a step back unsure of the entity that was now rapidly evolving. However, it soon engulfs him, trapping him inside the dark haziness. The myst burns his nostrils and stings his eyes. Soon after, his vision gets dimmer, feets become numb and he starts to swirl..like being caught in middle of hurricane.
Sebastian opens his eyes finally, what seemed like hours later and finds himself standing in an elegant hall.
The moonlight that penetrates through the large glass window casts his shadow on the thick red carpet placed over its well furnished wooden floor. In the far corner to the right where the moon beam refuses to reach, he sees a fireplace, with an orange red hue of bright flames burning . There on that corner , a shadow moves on the wall with ocassional noise of clinking metals.
‘A girl’ Sebastian says to himself, noticing her long hair in the back.
He quickly takes long strides to her, in a hope she might have some answers to his puzzle but suddenly stops by the noise of approaching footsteps..
Sebastian gasps at what he sees next.
Infront of him stood a boy in his early teens with black hair and black eyes dressed in blue pajamas. Undoubtedly this boy, was Raven ‘the traveller’ for Sebastian couldn’t have mistaken those eyes, not even if he was placed in a class room of boys who looked similar.
‘Raven what happened?’he whispers bending low.
The boy however dosen’t answer. He looks at him straight, ignores his question and walks forward ,passing him through.
Something had happened to him. The realization now, gives him an unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach. Because whatever that had happened, had made him look transparent than a glass and weigh lesser than the air itself. In other words,he was invisible like a ghost.
He takes a long breath and moves uncomfortably pacing back and forth in the room.
‘Did I time travel? Or did I enter into Raven’s memories?’
It must be his memories because vampires can’t time travel into past..we have eternity ahead..he reasons.
The curse was to live endless tommorrows not to dwell into yesterday..he recalls the words his father said.
Finally pulling himself up together, after reaching a conclusion he was in Raven’s memories and not in his past, he reaches out to the girl, the boy Raven stood next to.
Upon coming close to the little girl,he examines her carefully.
The girl looked like she was half the age younger than litte Raven was. She had white complexion with hair that was dark brown and eyes light blue like that of Raven’s mother ‘the priestess’ unlike Raven himself, who had inherited most of his appearance from his father.
But what does this mean??
It still didnot answer why he was inside Raven’s head, where surely Raven would have never wanted him to be wondering around..
Sebastian scans the room like a hawk with his keen eyes from massive chandelier in the roof to the large ancient looking golden flower vases kept on the doorways. For a hall that was as big as this one, Sebastian found it rather odd to be much spacious. There was nothing much in the room beside a red thick carpet laid on the floor where he first stood, a fire place with couple of large sofas placed around it and a piano standing on a far end nearer the window.
It reminded him of his room back at the palace that was as empty and hauntingly silent as this hall was.
On the opposite wall, Sebastian soon notices picture frames arranged in the top of the shelf that held large collection of books. He rushes to grab the pictures. These pictures were Ravens. Excited at the discovery, Sebastian starts holding them one by one and observing them individually.
To guess Raven’s nature as a human when he was young ,looking at the photos was a difficult task even for Sebastian. In some he looked like an introvert boy weakly smiling for camera, in some he looked like being mobbed by boys and girls his age who adored him, in some he looked athlethic wearing a football jersey who was desperate to get the team a win while in some he looked silent and focused soul playing a piano.
These pictures to Sebastian were priceless. They reflected every moments his soul bonded brother lived as a human.They carried a story of his soul, days of his lives that he barely talked about. How he wished he was there to see them and protect his innocence from what he had now become.
Sebastian clinges to each one of them unable to let go, while his eyes captured each of those images in his memories. One on particular he found it very hard to leave.This was the one Sebastian voted his best.
In the picture, Raven was holding his sister in his arms. Still a fragile newborn then, she was placed neatly and securely wrapped in soft white cotton blankets against his small chest. With a big grin on his face and eyes that looked like they had just cried Raven carried her proudly like a trophy he was eager to show off.
‘That’s priceless’ Sebastian comments to himself smiling back at the boy on picture.
‘Never seen him so happy all these time’ he sighs sadly.