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[Sept 14] [Original] Traes Al Anir, the Demon Awakes
Title: Traes Al Anir (The Demon Awakes)
Day/Theme: Sept 14 - "the twilight language"
Series: Original
Characters: Reda, Dain, Belchalai
Rating: PG
A/N: "traes al anir" is an original language phrase I created; the language follows the V-O-S style, or at least that's what I aimed for ;x
Year 2962: Jerchu
l—Reda—l
I was outside playing in the mud that day. I was having fun making shapes and letters, drawing out my imagination. My play-dress had mud stuck in the frills at the bottom – I could feel the cool stickiness against my legs – but for the most part, I stayed clean. I didn’t really like getting dirty. Not to mention, I think Mommy asked me to keep my clothes clean.
I was having fun, drawing out an imagined battle between my brother and the mountain demons, though most other people couldn’t see what my swirl patterns and lines really meant. I could. And it was my story. What else mattered?
I was just getting to the part where my brother was fighting the big bad boss demon in order to rescue me, when a hand landed on my head, accompanied by a familiar voice. “What’s all this supposed to be, Reda?”
I jumped up, excited. Dain was back! My brother had come home! He had been gone for a long time, fighting demons, my parent said, to protect me. At least that’s what they told me.
The first thing I noticed when I turned around to give him a hug was the shiny blue and silver uniform. He looked older than my memories, but his smile told me it was still my brother. “I missed you, Dain.”
He laughed, picking me up into his arms and then looking behind me at what I had been drawing. “What’s this supposed to be?”
I rolled my eyes. “I always have to explain,” I jokingly complained, giggling loudly as I adjusted myself in his arms so I could see my own drawings. “That’s you, that’s a demon boss, and that’s me,” I said, pointing at each blob respectively.
Dain nodded. “So, what, am I rescuing you from a demon?”
I grinned. My brother always understood the best. That was why I liked to play with him more than Mommy or Daddy. “Yep!
“Cool,” Dain said. “So, where’s Perfect?”
I blinked. “Who?”
He laughed. “Perfect. My sword, Reda. I can’t very well fight a demon without my sword.”
I puzzled over this new problem. I never had to draw his sword before. He used to always laugh and say good job. Maybe the sword was more important to him now that he was all grown up and leaving home; it even had a name!
“Oops. I forgot-ed it.”
Dain laughed again. “No worries. Let’s go inside. I’m sure Mom and Dad have missed me.”
We walked back into town, getting greetings and a few “welcome home” words from the townspeople. My brother had once told me that the capital city had many more people and that they weren’t as nice to soldiers. I didn’t really understand how anything could be bigger than my home or how people could be different just because they lived somewhere else, but if my brother said so, then I guess it was true.
Before we could reach home, a loud hoarse shriek split the air and my body immediately froze up. I knew what it meant. It had happened before. It was normal for a town by the mountains.
A demon had reached my town. Again.
My brother swerved around, causing his uniform travel cape to flap in the wind and tangle in my legs. I tried to look over my shoulder to see the demon, but Dain put me down by a building and took off his cape, throwing it at me and tangling me up in the fabric even more. As I fought with my newfound problem, I heard a click followed by a sharp ring – the familiar sound of a sword being unsheathed.
“Stay, Reda. This is my job,” my brother said. Then, quieter, a whisper I would not have heard if not listening. “Yes, Perfect, I have missed it here, too.”
Footsteps raced away, kicking up dust. A nervous townsman came up to me to disentangle me from the cloak. Finally free, I bunched up the fabric, stood up, and raced after my brother. I think someone called my name, but my brother – the Emperor’s soldier – was fighting a demon. I wanted to see!
When I reached the edge, I nearly tripped over my brother, who had been thrown to the ground. Suddenly, he jumped up, glittering sword in hand, and shouted a curse. I gaped. Mommy would be mad, but I wasn’t a tattle-tale.
The demon shrieked, demanding my attention. Instead of staring at Dain and his bloody sword, I faced forward. An all-too familiar monster stood before me. It was bigger than the last one I’d seen, but this one didn’t have the wings that I thought were pretty. Two horns protruded from its head and red eyes glared from a long narrow face. A thick tail rolled along the ground, coming dangerously close to us.
“Reda!” My brother’s voice didn’t pull me out of observation so much as his jerk on my body as he threw me backwards, out of the way.
A large clawed hand hit the ground where I had so recently been standing. I gulped but continued to gawk. Red eyes hit mine and suddenly I felt like I could understand him – the demon. A vision hit my mind. Colors. Shapes. White wings. Golden hallways. A sense of longing. White. Gold. Clouds.
And then, nothing. As the vision disappeared, a horrible high-pitched shrieking filled my ears yet again. Human hands wrapped around me, a warmth I hadn’t noticed I needed. Tears fell from my eyes but I couldn’t remember when I had started to cry. Pain enflamed in my chest, but it didn’t feel so much like a hit as the same feeling I got when my brother had left town.
I shook my head, hearing a voice in my ear but not understanding. I looked up and saw the red eyes again. They were closer and...dim…as if dying.
Another picture hit my mind’s imagination. More colors. Red. Black. Blue. Gold. All swirling together, behind a stronger image of me – I knew it was me, even though I had wings – and a sword.
You – understand. You – must help – us.
Then the eyes were dead, black as the demon’s body. Someone came to me. I was sitting in the ground. A mom was behind me. My mom? But I wasn’t moving. Why wasn’t I moving? A sword fell at my feet. I stared at it, at the colors. White. And gold. I wanted to touch it, but something inside me feared it. Why?
“Reda, snap out of it. You’ve seen this before. Demons die. They have to die.”
I shook my head. “That wasn’t a demon. Not a real demon. Not what a demon is supposed to be.” I whispered. “I wonder where the real demons went.”
I heard Dain sigh. “Traes al anir. Anir et braelith. Traes al kerei. Traes al anir. Traes…”
“Stop it, Dain. Stop it now. She has nothing to do with any of that and I won’t have you repeating nonsense.”
Mommy…Hold me, Mommy. I’m scared.
Looking up, I saw my brother looking down. He was smiling. So, I smiled back. Then I saw the black blood on his face, and I shivered.
“I don’t ever want to fight, Mommy,” I said, falling back in my mother’s arms. “Never, ever.”
“And thank the stars for that.”
Dain laughed. “The stars don’t touch her. She’s a different kind of special. Don’t forget, Reda. Traes al kerei. I saw what happened. Mother saw it, too, no matter how much she wants to deny—”
“Dain, stop it! Now, be quiet!”
My brother shrugged. Then grinned and whispered. “Traes al anir.”
I could almost hear the words, a voice in the back of my head, a deep scary voice, grating on the verge of a shrieking howl, or maybe a laugh. “The demon awakes, hmm? That I do, I suppose. That I am. The angels can pray all they want, but the demon awakes. So it was promised. So it shall be.”
Day/Theme: Sept 14 - "the twilight language"
Series: Original
Characters: Reda, Dain, Belchalai
Rating: PG
A/N: "traes al anir" is an original language phrase I created; the language follows the V-O-S style, or at least that's what I aimed for ;x
Year 2962: Jerchu
l—Reda—l
I was outside playing in the mud that day. I was having fun making shapes and letters, drawing out my imagination. My play-dress had mud stuck in the frills at the bottom – I could feel the cool stickiness against my legs – but for the most part, I stayed clean. I didn’t really like getting dirty. Not to mention, I think Mommy asked me to keep my clothes clean.
I was having fun, drawing out an imagined battle between my brother and the mountain demons, though most other people couldn’t see what my swirl patterns and lines really meant. I could. And it was my story. What else mattered?
I was just getting to the part where my brother was fighting the big bad boss demon in order to rescue me, when a hand landed on my head, accompanied by a familiar voice. “What’s all this supposed to be, Reda?”
I jumped up, excited. Dain was back! My brother had come home! He had been gone for a long time, fighting demons, my parent said, to protect me. At least that’s what they told me.
The first thing I noticed when I turned around to give him a hug was the shiny blue and silver uniform. He looked older than my memories, but his smile told me it was still my brother. “I missed you, Dain.”
He laughed, picking me up into his arms and then looking behind me at what I had been drawing. “What’s this supposed to be?”
I rolled my eyes. “I always have to explain,” I jokingly complained, giggling loudly as I adjusted myself in his arms so I could see my own drawings. “That’s you, that’s a demon boss, and that’s me,” I said, pointing at each blob respectively.
Dain nodded. “So, what, am I rescuing you from a demon?”
I grinned. My brother always understood the best. That was why I liked to play with him more than Mommy or Daddy. “Yep!
“Cool,” Dain said. “So, where’s Perfect?”
I blinked. “Who?”
He laughed. “Perfect. My sword, Reda. I can’t very well fight a demon without my sword.”
I puzzled over this new problem. I never had to draw his sword before. He used to always laugh and say good job. Maybe the sword was more important to him now that he was all grown up and leaving home; it even had a name!
“Oops. I forgot-ed it.”
Dain laughed again. “No worries. Let’s go inside. I’m sure Mom and Dad have missed me.”
We walked back into town, getting greetings and a few “welcome home” words from the townspeople. My brother had once told me that the capital city had many more people and that they weren’t as nice to soldiers. I didn’t really understand how anything could be bigger than my home or how people could be different just because they lived somewhere else, but if my brother said so, then I guess it was true.
Before we could reach home, a loud hoarse shriek split the air and my body immediately froze up. I knew what it meant. It had happened before. It was normal for a town by the mountains.
A demon had reached my town. Again.
My brother swerved around, causing his uniform travel cape to flap in the wind and tangle in my legs. I tried to look over my shoulder to see the demon, but Dain put me down by a building and took off his cape, throwing it at me and tangling me up in the fabric even more. As I fought with my newfound problem, I heard a click followed by a sharp ring – the familiar sound of a sword being unsheathed.
“Stay, Reda. This is my job,” my brother said. Then, quieter, a whisper I would not have heard if not listening. “Yes, Perfect, I have missed it here, too.”
Footsteps raced away, kicking up dust. A nervous townsman came up to me to disentangle me from the cloak. Finally free, I bunched up the fabric, stood up, and raced after my brother. I think someone called my name, but my brother – the Emperor’s soldier – was fighting a demon. I wanted to see!
When I reached the edge, I nearly tripped over my brother, who had been thrown to the ground. Suddenly, he jumped up, glittering sword in hand, and shouted a curse. I gaped. Mommy would be mad, but I wasn’t a tattle-tale.
The demon shrieked, demanding my attention. Instead of staring at Dain and his bloody sword, I faced forward. An all-too familiar monster stood before me. It was bigger than the last one I’d seen, but this one didn’t have the wings that I thought were pretty. Two horns protruded from its head and red eyes glared from a long narrow face. A thick tail rolled along the ground, coming dangerously close to us.
“Reda!” My brother’s voice didn’t pull me out of observation so much as his jerk on my body as he threw me backwards, out of the way.
A large clawed hand hit the ground where I had so recently been standing. I gulped but continued to gawk. Red eyes hit mine and suddenly I felt like I could understand him – the demon. A vision hit my mind. Colors. Shapes. White wings. Golden hallways. A sense of longing. White. Gold. Clouds.
And then, nothing. As the vision disappeared, a horrible high-pitched shrieking filled my ears yet again. Human hands wrapped around me, a warmth I hadn’t noticed I needed. Tears fell from my eyes but I couldn’t remember when I had started to cry. Pain enflamed in my chest, but it didn’t feel so much like a hit as the same feeling I got when my brother had left town.
I shook my head, hearing a voice in my ear but not understanding. I looked up and saw the red eyes again. They were closer and...dim…as if dying.
Another picture hit my mind’s imagination. More colors. Red. Black. Blue. Gold. All swirling together, behind a stronger image of me – I knew it was me, even though I had wings – and a sword.
You – understand. You – must help – us.
Then the eyes were dead, black as the demon’s body. Someone came to me. I was sitting in the ground. A mom was behind me. My mom? But I wasn’t moving. Why wasn’t I moving? A sword fell at my feet. I stared at it, at the colors. White. And gold. I wanted to touch it, but something inside me feared it. Why?
“Reda, snap out of it. You’ve seen this before. Demons die. They have to die.”
I shook my head. “That wasn’t a demon. Not a real demon. Not what a demon is supposed to be.” I whispered. “I wonder where the real demons went.”
I heard Dain sigh. “Traes al anir. Anir et braelith. Traes al kerei. Traes al anir. Traes…”
“Stop it, Dain. Stop it now. She has nothing to do with any of that and I won’t have you repeating nonsense.”
Mommy…Hold me, Mommy. I’m scared.
Looking up, I saw my brother looking down. He was smiling. So, I smiled back. Then I saw the black blood on his face, and I shivered.
“I don’t ever want to fight, Mommy,” I said, falling back in my mother’s arms. “Never, ever.”
“And thank the stars for that.”
Dain laughed. “The stars don’t touch her. She’s a different kind of special. Don’t forget, Reda. Traes al kerei. I saw what happened. Mother saw it, too, no matter how much she wants to deny—”
“Dain, stop it! Now, be quiet!”
My brother shrugged. Then grinned and whispered. “Traes al anir.”
I could almost hear the words, a voice in the back of my head, a deep scary voice, grating on the verge of a shrieking howl, or maybe a laugh. “The demon awakes, hmm? That I do, I suppose. That I am. The angels can pray all they want, but the demon awakes. So it was promised. So it shall be.”