Croatoan [9]
anonymous
March 30 2009, 20:36:05 UTC
(Anon apologizes in advance for the crossover. I’m going to try and keep it as subtle as I can, though.)
“That’s right,” the Magician adds. “If Honda-san does not receive proper help, he will sleep forever here.”
Arthur grits his teeth and tightens his hand on Kiku’s. “What can I do?” he asks through a mouth that doesn’t want to move. “What will I have to do to save Kiku and Alfred?”
“You must leave Croatoan for now,” the Magician says, kneeling and pressing a hand to Kiku’s head. “Kiku Honda cannot survive in world of Fey, as you can. He could, once upon a time, but he’s lost that talent.”
“That’s what the kappa said,” Arthur murmurs, his expression pained as he watches Kiku sleep.
A hand comes up from below, cups Arthur’s chin and lifts his head to look into mismatched eyes. “There is a way to make him See again,” the Magician says. “Ariel will guide you to a different world. You must follow Ariel’s commands, and you must bear Kiku by yourself.” The Magician looks away, thoughtful and a little sad. “The spirit you are looking for is dangerous, but she has the power that you seek. And you will not be alone.” The Magician smiles as he stands and brushes off his robes. “I have friends in that world that will help you, though helping Honda-san is something you must do by yourself.”
Arthur frowns, repeats this to himself. Then he shakes his head a little. “I…don’t think I understand,” he says.
The Magician’s smile is infuriating as he walks over to the archer’s side. “You know there is little mortals understand about this world. But then again, that has never stopped any fairy tale from having a happy ending. Ariel, I’m counting on you.”
“Oh! Right! Master Kirkland, please hold tight to Mister Honda…”
Arthur’s gaze drifts down to the fairy. It’s hard to watch those small hands move, the movements flowing like water.
He’s so focused on watching them that the flash of light causes him to jump. His eyes glance downward, and he finds the three of them in the middle of a magic circle.
Arthur blinks.
I have seen this circle before. I know this magic.
He feels himself start to curl away at the edges, his body wisping away from this world. His eyes widen.
This magic belongs to -
Arthur lifts his head, looks at the Magician and his archer. As his body expands and dissolves on reality he opens his mouth; there’s a question he must have answered.
“Your name! Tell me your name!”
The Magician only smiles again, infuriating and mysterious.
“They spell my name with the characters for ‘April first.’”
The last thing he sees are blue and brown eyes, half-lidded and peaceful.
And then the three of them are gone, and his mind is stretched as they all hurtle into the darkness.
III.
Arthur’s days of being comforted by the scent of sea-salt and roaring waves are over. Now, as he paces down the dock, he’s waiting only for a ship and the cargo it carries.
The seas are dangerous, and Arthur finds himself worrying himself sick over sea storms and hurricanes. Stop that, he tells himself, you’re being stupid. You’re worrying yourself sick over this, and you’re low on tea to make yourself feel better.
Still, he thinks of the precious cargo that ship carries and can’t help but worry. He feels it tighten in his body with each step, building up and up until he turns a corner and looks down the rows of ships coming to dock or readying to leave.
His eyes scan the rows. His face splits into a wide grin when he sees his ship is the third one in the line.
He quickens his steps, waving a hand as he approaches the ship. “Raleigh!” he calls in a loud voice. “Sir Raleigh!”
Walter Raleigh pokes his head over the side of the boat, staring at Arthur for a few seconds before grinning back. “Well I’ll be!” he calls back. “Arthur, m’boy, how have you been?”
“I’ve been fine! Did you have a safe trip?”
“Just fine! Couldn’t have asked for better weather. Hold a moment and I’ll be right down! I’ve got a letter for you from someone special!”
Arthur nods and gives one last wave. He thinks of the precious cargo and smiles.
“That’s right,” the Magician adds. “If Honda-san does not receive proper help, he will sleep forever here.”
Arthur grits his teeth and tightens his hand on Kiku’s. “What can I do?” he asks through a mouth that doesn’t want to move. “What will I have to do to save Kiku and Alfred?”
“You must leave Croatoan for now,” the Magician says, kneeling and pressing a hand to Kiku’s head. “Kiku Honda cannot survive in world of Fey, as you can. He could, once upon a time, but he’s lost that talent.”
“That’s what the kappa said,” Arthur murmurs, his expression pained as he watches Kiku sleep.
A hand comes up from below, cups Arthur’s chin and lifts his head to look into mismatched eyes. “There is a way to make him See again,” the Magician says. “Ariel will guide you to a different world. You must follow Ariel’s commands, and you must bear Kiku by yourself.” The Magician looks away, thoughtful and a little sad. “The spirit you are looking for is dangerous, but she has the power that you seek. And you will not be alone.” The Magician smiles as he stands and brushes off his robes. “I have friends in that world that will help you, though helping Honda-san is something you must do by yourself.”
Arthur frowns, repeats this to himself. Then he shakes his head a little. “I…don’t think I understand,” he says.
The Magician’s smile is infuriating as he walks over to the archer’s side. “You know there is little mortals understand about this world. But then again, that has never stopped any fairy tale from having a happy ending. Ariel, I’m counting on you.”
“Oh! Right! Master Kirkland, please hold tight to Mister Honda…”
Arthur’s gaze drifts down to the fairy. It’s hard to watch those small hands move, the movements flowing like water.
He’s so focused on watching them that the flash of light causes him to jump. His eyes glance downward, and he finds the three of them in the middle of a magic circle.
Arthur blinks.
I have seen this circle before. I know this magic.
He feels himself start to curl away at the edges, his body wisping away from this world. His eyes widen.
This magic belongs to -
Arthur lifts his head, looks at the Magician and his archer. As his body expands and dissolves on reality he opens his mouth; there’s a question he must have answered.
“Your name! Tell me your name!”
The Magician only smiles again, infuriating and mysterious.
“They spell my name with the characters for ‘April first.’”
The last thing he sees are blue and brown eyes, half-lidded and peaceful.
And then the three of them are gone, and his mind is stretched as they all hurtle into the darkness.
III.
Arthur’s days of being comforted by the scent of sea-salt and roaring waves are over. Now, as he paces down the dock, he’s waiting only for a ship and the cargo it carries.
The seas are dangerous, and Arthur finds himself worrying himself sick over sea storms and hurricanes. Stop that, he tells himself, you’re being stupid. You’re worrying yourself sick over this, and you’re low on tea to make yourself feel better.
Still, he thinks of the precious cargo that ship carries and can’t help but worry. He feels it tighten in his body with each step, building up and up until he turns a corner and looks down the rows of ships coming to dock or readying to leave.
His eyes scan the rows. His face splits into a wide grin when he sees his ship is the third one in the line.
He quickens his steps, waving a hand as he approaches the ship. “Raleigh!” he calls in a loud voice. “Sir Raleigh!”
Walter Raleigh pokes his head over the side of the boat, staring at Arthur for a few seconds before grinning back. “Well I’ll be!” he calls back. “Arthur, m’boy, how have you been?”
“I’ve been fine! Did you have a safe trip?”
“Just fine! Couldn’t have asked for better weather. Hold a moment and I’ll be right down! I’ve got a letter for you from someone special!”
Arthur nods and gives one last wave. He thinks of the precious cargo and smiles.
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his Speonk indeed.
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NOW BEHOLD!
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(not mine)
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