Caleb Danvers: PG: Chapter 25: Wrong Path
Title: Chapter 25
Author: lunacydecadence
Claim: Caleb Danvers/The Covenant
Table: General #11
Prompt: Wrong Path
Rating: PG
Summary: The eighth year after the movie ends.
Notes: The entire prompt will be done in journal formatting. Talk of death, involving that of a child.
January 1st: I learned in the last week that I'm not ruthless. Despite being the eldest as we grew up, of feeling that I was the leader because I would be the first to ascend, I realize now that what it takes to be a leader is more than being the eldest. It means accepting that should things go wrong, you might have to take down one of your own. I'm not ruthless, but read believes he is.
He's gone once more. Gone for the child. Sarah's child. A child that should have been mine if I had been strong enough to do what needed to be done. Still I'm not strong enough, not to make a child endure what we have.
I'm going after Reid. The others are hidden. They should be safe. If nothing else Reid's attempts will distract Chase; maybe enough he won't come for the children until we can stop him. I worry for more than just the children. I worry for Reid. He's determined to be the strong one, the powerful one. I refuse to father a child. He has yet to find the right woman.
April 1st: April Fool's Day. I wish I could say it was all a joke. Reid has found the child. I have yet to find Reid. I think there's another child on the way. We are all so young, barely more than children. How can we be going through this when we're not even old enough to take care of ourselves? Reid is using magic near constantly. I can feel the strain of it and I know Pogue can as well. For his son, for Tyler's son, I know he will stay in hiding and I know that hurts him as well. I'm alone out here. So is Reid. We are no longer a covenant except in the sense of the oaths we've made, the ones we were born into. We are no longer together.
Chase has gotten just what he wanted.
June 22nd: The solstice is here. The longest of days and shortest of nights. Reid meets with Chase tonight, thinking he will trade Chase's son for Chase giving up his magic. Reid is... he's aged. I can see it in his eyes, in the droop of his jaw. The use of magic has taken its toll and even if this insane plan of his works, he will not be with us much longer. I don't think he wants to be. Unlike my father, unlike Chase, Reid has found he doesn't have a taste for magic, doesn't like the way it leaves him. Its too late now and I know everything he does is for us. And there's nothing we can do for him.
June 23rd: The child is dead and Chase... He did it. While Reid held the boy, he killed him. Reid may make it. Maybe. They'll know more in the morning. I feel so much older but Chase has run again. ONe on one, I could have had him if he hadn't tore into Reid. The blood loss was bad. His screams were worse. We'll know more in the morning.
June 26th: Reid has made it. They wanted to keep him longer but I knew I had to get him out of there. He keeps talking about the kid and I can't explain what happened to the baby, how there was no body. Not after what Chase had done. We're returning to the others. Reid lived through this one, and he's still dying before my eyes.
July 4th: Returned to the cave today. Returned to the book. All that is left is the words I write. Should we make it through this, we'll bring the children here. Nathan and William. And Reid's unborn child whose mother has no idea what is in store for her or the child.
September 29th: Quiet once more. Perhaps Chase does still retain his soul and he is doing penance to himself for what he's done. Maybe. Maybe pigs will one day fly.
October 31st: Reid's gone. How many times will I record that within these pages? He and I went for the mother and child, the due date only a month away. She was in a coma and the child had been destroyed. The couldn't explain how it occurred, how she could be so torn up within without a mark outside.
There's no way to explain that and have them believe.
December 24th: I can't hold them together. Panic is high and so is the pain. I turned 26 this year and didn't even remember my own birthday. Twenty six and I feel like I have one foot in the grave.
Twenty six and I don't even know if I'll live to see twenty seven.
Author: lunacydecadence
Claim: Caleb Danvers/The Covenant
Table: General #11
Prompt: Wrong Path
Rating: PG
Summary: The eighth year after the movie ends.
Notes: The entire prompt will be done in journal formatting. Talk of death, involving that of a child.
January 1st: I learned in the last week that I'm not ruthless. Despite being the eldest as we grew up, of feeling that I was the leader because I would be the first to ascend, I realize now that what it takes to be a leader is more than being the eldest. It means accepting that should things go wrong, you might have to take down one of your own. I'm not ruthless, but read believes he is.
He's gone once more. Gone for the child. Sarah's child. A child that should have been mine if I had been strong enough to do what needed to be done. Still I'm not strong enough, not to make a child endure what we have.
I'm going after Reid. The others are hidden. They should be safe. If nothing else Reid's attempts will distract Chase; maybe enough he won't come for the children until we can stop him. I worry for more than just the children. I worry for Reid. He's determined to be the strong one, the powerful one. I refuse to father a child. He has yet to find the right woman.
April 1st: April Fool's Day. I wish I could say it was all a joke. Reid has found the child. I have yet to find Reid. I think there's another child on the way. We are all so young, barely more than children. How can we be going through this when we're not even old enough to take care of ourselves? Reid is using magic near constantly. I can feel the strain of it and I know Pogue can as well. For his son, for Tyler's son, I know he will stay in hiding and I know that hurts him as well. I'm alone out here. So is Reid. We are no longer a covenant except in the sense of the oaths we've made, the ones we were born into. We are no longer together.
Chase has gotten just what he wanted.
June 22nd: The solstice is here. The longest of days and shortest of nights. Reid meets with Chase tonight, thinking he will trade Chase's son for Chase giving up his magic. Reid is... he's aged. I can see it in his eyes, in the droop of his jaw. The use of magic has taken its toll and even if this insane plan of his works, he will not be with us much longer. I don't think he wants to be. Unlike my father, unlike Chase, Reid has found he doesn't have a taste for magic, doesn't like the way it leaves him. Its too late now and I know everything he does is for us. And there's nothing we can do for him.
June 23rd: The child is dead and Chase... He did it. While Reid held the boy, he killed him. Reid may make it. Maybe. They'll know more in the morning. I feel so much older but Chase has run again. ONe on one, I could have had him if he hadn't tore into Reid. The blood loss was bad. His screams were worse. We'll know more in the morning.
June 26th: Reid has made it. They wanted to keep him longer but I knew I had to get him out of there. He keeps talking about the kid and I can't explain what happened to the baby, how there was no body. Not after what Chase had done. We're returning to the others. Reid lived through this one, and he's still dying before my eyes.
July 4th: Returned to the cave today. Returned to the book. All that is left is the words I write. Should we make it through this, we'll bring the children here. Nathan and William. And Reid's unborn child whose mother has no idea what is in store for her or the child.
September 29th: Quiet once more. Perhaps Chase does still retain his soul and he is doing penance to himself for what he's done. Maybe. Maybe pigs will one day fly.
October 31st: Reid's gone. How many times will I record that within these pages? He and I went for the mother and child, the due date only a month away. She was in a coma and the child had been destroyed. The couldn't explain how it occurred, how she could be so torn up within without a mark outside.
There's no way to explain that and have them believe.
December 24th: I can't hold them together. Panic is high and so is the pain. I turned 26 this year and didn't even remember my own birthday. Twenty six and I feel like I have one foot in the grave.
Twenty six and I don't even know if I'll live to see twenty seven.