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[July 8th] [Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?] Undying Brotherhood
Title: Undying Brotherhood
Day/Theme: July 8 - Time will kiss the world goodbye
Series: Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?
Character/Pairing: Scott, Elliott, an OC guide
Rating: G
This is a blurb for an upcoming fic. The idea came to me in the morning, and I saw how perfect it would match with today's theme. #4, Even if I lose you, I'll get you back was also an inspiration.
The characters are fictional, from the PBS game show fandom, and currently have wings at the moment (as explained in my fic In the Arms of the Angel).
"There is a legend," the man mused, studying Scott's and Elliott's wings before looking to the pictographs carved into the ancient wall. "It tells of two white birds---brothers in heart and spirit." His finger pointed out the image of the avians flying together.
"Just like we like to do," Scott said, grinning at Elliott as he nodded to the picture.
Elliott grinned too.
"Nothing could separate or estrange them in any way; their bond was too great." The man then traced the distance to the next depiction. "But then a great and terrible war beset the land, and of course the brothers enlisted to protect their home and their loved ones."
Scott stepped forward, studying the engraving of the various animals marching and flying off to battle. Beside him, Elliott frowned.
"The war was won after many hours, but the elder of the two lost his life in the fight for freedom." Their guide indicated the third picture. One bird was sprawled on the ground, lifeless, while the other bent over him in despair.
Scott stiffened. Losing El was one of his greatest fears, just as losing Scott was one of Elliott's. The feathery appendages had always been connected with their concern for each other. That was why the wings had come back here in Washington State, after being absent for so long. Elliott's had reappeared when Scott had fallen over that cliff; Scott's had returned when Elliott had been shot out of the sky.
Elliott had froze too. ". . . Why are you telling us this?" he asked.
Instead of answering, the older man continued his tale. "The younger was devastated and could not be consoled. For hours he mourned his fallen brother on the lonely battlefield. His haunted cries filled the night sky, chilling the blood of all who heard."
Now he pointed to the next series of carvings, explaining each one. "At last he looked to the Heavens, beseeching the Great Spirit to allow them to be together once more. And on the other side of the veil, the spirit of the fallen brother was pleading to be allowed to return. The Great Spirit, knowing of their devotion and their bravery, granted it." The last images showed the bird on the ground reviving---healed---and the two joyously embracing before flying into the sky.
"So there was a happy ending after all," Scott said, relaxing with a grin.
Elliott looked the pictures over, his visage thoughtful. The legend sounded a lot like some of their own misadventures. Was that why it was being shown to them?
The man nodded. "The tale doesn't end there, however," he said. "There are variations, some of which include an epilogue promising that one day the birds will live and fly again on Earth, as humans with wings. That is why the people were so astonished by the two of you appearing with your white wings. Seeing your close friendship only further served to amaze them."
Scott raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I guess so," he said.
"But we've always been us," Elliott said. "We've never been birds or anything other than humans."
"Perhaps not." Their guide just smiled. "But I decided to explain the legend to you anyway." He walked ahead, leaving the two detectives to ponder his words.
Scott shook his head. "Well . . . thanks." He looked to Elliott, who was studying the pictographs one last time before frowning in bewilderment and turning to Scott.
". . . Strange," he said at last.
Scott nodded. "Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck with a shrug. "But oh well. . . . It's a nice legend anyway."
Elliott grinned. "Just as long as the birds aren't supposed to be us, I'm fine with it," he said. "It's probably not literally true---just something to illustrate an unbreakable bond---and that is true." Their friendship had no beginning, for it would never have an end. It just was.
Scott grinned too. "You're on."
They hurried to catch up to the guide.
Elliott is right, they have always been human. ^^ **wouldn't write it any other way.** But I thought the legend was cute and the idea wouldn't go away.
Day/Theme: July 8 - Time will kiss the world goodbye
Series: Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?
Character/Pairing: Scott, Elliott, an OC guide
Rating: G
This is a blurb for an upcoming fic. The idea came to me in the morning, and I saw how perfect it would match with today's theme. #4, Even if I lose you, I'll get you back was also an inspiration.
The characters are fictional, from the PBS game show fandom, and currently have wings at the moment (as explained in my fic In the Arms of the Angel).
"There is a legend," the man mused, studying Scott's and Elliott's wings before looking to the pictographs carved into the ancient wall. "It tells of two white birds---brothers in heart and spirit." His finger pointed out the image of the avians flying together.
"Just like we like to do," Scott said, grinning at Elliott as he nodded to the picture.
Elliott grinned too.
"Nothing could separate or estrange them in any way; their bond was too great." The man then traced the distance to the next depiction. "But then a great and terrible war beset the land, and of course the brothers enlisted to protect their home and their loved ones."
Scott stepped forward, studying the engraving of the various animals marching and flying off to battle. Beside him, Elliott frowned.
"The war was won after many hours, but the elder of the two lost his life in the fight for freedom." Their guide indicated the third picture. One bird was sprawled on the ground, lifeless, while the other bent over him in despair.
Scott stiffened. Losing El was one of his greatest fears, just as losing Scott was one of Elliott's. The feathery appendages had always been connected with their concern for each other. That was why the wings had come back here in Washington State, after being absent for so long. Elliott's had reappeared when Scott had fallen over that cliff; Scott's had returned when Elliott had been shot out of the sky.
Elliott had froze too. ". . . Why are you telling us this?" he asked.
Instead of answering, the older man continued his tale. "The younger was devastated and could not be consoled. For hours he mourned his fallen brother on the lonely battlefield. His haunted cries filled the night sky, chilling the blood of all who heard."
Now he pointed to the next series of carvings, explaining each one. "At last he looked to the Heavens, beseeching the Great Spirit to allow them to be together once more. And on the other side of the veil, the spirit of the fallen brother was pleading to be allowed to return. The Great Spirit, knowing of their devotion and their bravery, granted it." The last images showed the bird on the ground reviving---healed---and the two joyously embracing before flying into the sky.
"So there was a happy ending after all," Scott said, relaxing with a grin.
Elliott looked the pictures over, his visage thoughtful. The legend sounded a lot like some of their own misadventures. Was that why it was being shown to them?
The man nodded. "The tale doesn't end there, however," he said. "There are variations, some of which include an epilogue promising that one day the birds will live and fly again on Earth, as humans with wings. That is why the people were so astonished by the two of you appearing with your white wings. Seeing your close friendship only further served to amaze them."
Scott raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I guess so," he said.
"But we've always been us," Elliott said. "We've never been birds or anything other than humans."
"Perhaps not." Their guide just smiled. "But I decided to explain the legend to you anyway." He walked ahead, leaving the two detectives to ponder his words.
Scott shook his head. "Well . . . thanks." He looked to Elliott, who was studying the pictographs one last time before frowning in bewilderment and turning to Scott.
". . . Strange," he said at last.
Scott nodded. "Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck with a shrug. "But oh well. . . . It's a nice legend anyway."
Elliott grinned. "Just as long as the birds aren't supposed to be us, I'm fine with it," he said. "It's probably not literally true---just something to illustrate an unbreakable bond---and that is true." Their friendship had no beginning, for it would never have an end. It just was.
Scott grinned too. "You're on."
They hurried to catch up to the guide.
Elliott is right, they have always been human. ^^ **wouldn't write it any other way.** But I thought the legend was cute and the idea wouldn't go away.