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I can't believe I wrote this. Raya, did you guess who the man was before I revealed it?
Title: An unexpected blessing - Redemption prequel part I
Author: Ree
Theme: Favorite Character - Beryl- real person
Genre: General
Version: Anime/ Manga - Fates/Tainted Gifts storyline - End of season 1
Rating: G
Most of these characters belong to Takeuchi Naoko. I just borrowed my daughters paper dolls again.
An unexpected blessing
The blast of power from the Moon Princess arched through her, shattering Metallia's hold. Beryl felt the world shake and herself disintegrate. As she faded from existence, she clung to the hope that she could one day be free to find a love like Endymion and Serenity shared. One that was equal on both sides.
When she opened her eyes again, Beryl flickered them about trying to determine where she was. All about her was an open meadow full of lush soft grass. Flowers were sprinkled here and there, and in the background she could here the babbling of a distant brook. Closing her eyes, she let the warmth soak into her. 'I feel better than I can ever remember feeling.' Just like a child wiggling a loose sore tooth, she let her thoughts drift to Endymion. The obsession was gone. It was like a hole in her soul had been filled. Laying back, she wallowed in the feeling of contentment, hoping to never wake up to the real world again.
A footstep sounded near her. 'Go away.' They kept coming closer. 'I don't want to be bothered. I'm happy right now.' The person stopped next to her, blocking some of the warmth that was radiating from the sky. 'Go away.... really I don't want anything right now.' The person settled down on the ground next to her, waiting patiently.
Cracking her eyes partially open, Beryl peered at the man that came to disturb her. He was a man of slight stature, with white hair and beard. His light eyes twinkled at her, waiting for her to speak. Beryl considered ignoring him, but the kindness that was engraved on his face pulled her up. As her hair swished over her shoulder, she noticed that it had faded to a pale red. Looking at her visitor, she gave a half smile. "Can I help you?" The words came out so easily, it surprised her.
The man smiled and smoothed down the red robe he was wearing before adjusting the white stole about his shoulders. "Yes, you can. You can let me absolve you."
Beryl's eyes narrowed. "Absolve me?"
The man nodded. "From your wrong doings. You have been partially healed. Now let me finish the healing. Please, tell me what you have done that you are truly sorry for."
Beryl's eyes raked over the man, taking in every detail about him. It was the tonsure that finally gave her some answers. 'A Catholic priest. He wants me to confess my sins. Now? But I'm dead.' Folding her hands into her lap, Beryl wondered what to say. Finally, as the priest waited patiently for her answer, she started speaking. "I'm not Catholic. Even if I confessed, you couldn't absolve me."
The priest's face crinkled along ancient smile lines as the corners of his mouth lifted. "That is not completely true. You are right, I am not the one who is absolving you, it is God. And He doesn't care what your religion is, as long as you are truly sorry for the wrong that you have done."
Beryl digested his answer for a moment. "So, it really doesn't matter?" The priest shook his head no. The desire to tell someone, anyone, what she had done, and why she had done it, washed over her. "Then...." Beryl couldn't look at the kind, gentle face smiling at her as she poured the darkness inside of her out. The obsessions, the murders, the destruction, greed, everything flowed forth like a torrent. She felt as if a dam had broken and she was sure that the kind man listening to her was being washed away. A quick glance at him showed him still sitting there, smile resting on his face, and his eyes even more gentle than when she had begun.
When the words finally stopped, the priest stood up and made the sign of the cross over her. "Through the power invested in me by my Lord, I absolve you from all the sins you committed that you are truly sorry for."
A black inky mist rose from her, drifting off as it faded away. Her soul felt light, as if it had been reborn, or all the burdens she had carried about were taken from her.
Staring up into the shining face above her, Beryl asked the only question that came to mind. "Who are you?"
The priest lowered his hand to help her to her feet. "I am Nicholas. When I was alive I had achieved the status of Bishop, but, since my death in the year 343, I have been canonized. So, you might know me better as Saint Nicholas."
Beryl blinked. "Santa Claus?"
The saint's eyebrow twitched slightly. "I have been named that, yes."
Wrapping her arms about herself, Beryl stared at the real Santa Claus. Then she bowed slightly to him. "Thank you for the best Christmas present ever." Raising her eyes to meet his, she smiled happily. "My freedom from the darkness that has encased me for centuries."
The saint tipped his head just slightly before returning her bow. "You're welcome." With his eyes still twinkling, he hoped she would still thank him after her penance.
AN: Saint Nicholas is the patron saint of of orphans, sailors, merchants, pawnbrokers and all who are in distress (especially women and children). AH!! I just realized... They gave me this tale on his feast day, 12/6... I just didn't get to write it until the 7th.
The Job Interview - Redemption Prequel part II
Title: An unexpected blessing - Redemption prequel part I
Author: Ree
Theme: Favorite Character - Beryl- real person
Genre: General
Version: Anime/ Manga - Fates/Tainted Gifts storyline - End of season 1
Rating: G
Most of these characters belong to Takeuchi Naoko. I just borrowed my daughters paper dolls again.
An unexpected blessing
The blast of power from the Moon Princess arched through her, shattering Metallia's hold. Beryl felt the world shake and herself disintegrate. As she faded from existence, she clung to the hope that she could one day be free to find a love like Endymion and Serenity shared. One that was equal on both sides.
When she opened her eyes again, Beryl flickered them about trying to determine where she was. All about her was an open meadow full of lush soft grass. Flowers were sprinkled here and there, and in the background she could here the babbling of a distant brook. Closing her eyes, she let the warmth soak into her. 'I feel better than I can ever remember feeling.' Just like a child wiggling a loose sore tooth, she let her thoughts drift to Endymion. The obsession was gone. It was like a hole in her soul had been filled. Laying back, she wallowed in the feeling of contentment, hoping to never wake up to the real world again.
A footstep sounded near her. 'Go away.' They kept coming closer. 'I don't want to be bothered. I'm happy right now.' The person stopped next to her, blocking some of the warmth that was radiating from the sky. 'Go away.... really I don't want anything right now.' The person settled down on the ground next to her, waiting patiently.
Cracking her eyes partially open, Beryl peered at the man that came to disturb her. He was a man of slight stature, with white hair and beard. His light eyes twinkled at her, waiting for her to speak. Beryl considered ignoring him, but the kindness that was engraved on his face pulled her up. As her hair swished over her shoulder, she noticed that it had faded to a pale red. Looking at her visitor, she gave a half smile. "Can I help you?" The words came out so easily, it surprised her.
The man smiled and smoothed down the red robe he was wearing before adjusting the white stole about his shoulders. "Yes, you can. You can let me absolve you."
Beryl's eyes narrowed. "Absolve me?"
The man nodded. "From your wrong doings. You have been partially healed. Now let me finish the healing. Please, tell me what you have done that you are truly sorry for."
Beryl's eyes raked over the man, taking in every detail about him. It was the tonsure that finally gave her some answers. 'A Catholic priest. He wants me to confess my sins. Now? But I'm dead.' Folding her hands into her lap, Beryl wondered what to say. Finally, as the priest waited patiently for her answer, she started speaking. "I'm not Catholic. Even if I confessed, you couldn't absolve me."
The priest's face crinkled along ancient smile lines as the corners of his mouth lifted. "That is not completely true. You are right, I am not the one who is absolving you, it is God. And He doesn't care what your religion is, as long as you are truly sorry for the wrong that you have done."
Beryl digested his answer for a moment. "So, it really doesn't matter?" The priest shook his head no. The desire to tell someone, anyone, what she had done, and why she had done it, washed over her. "Then...." Beryl couldn't look at the kind, gentle face smiling at her as she poured the darkness inside of her out. The obsessions, the murders, the destruction, greed, everything flowed forth like a torrent. She felt as if a dam had broken and she was sure that the kind man listening to her was being washed away. A quick glance at him showed him still sitting there, smile resting on his face, and his eyes even more gentle than when she had begun.
When the words finally stopped, the priest stood up and made the sign of the cross over her. "Through the power invested in me by my Lord, I absolve you from all the sins you committed that you are truly sorry for."
A black inky mist rose from her, drifting off as it faded away. Her soul felt light, as if it had been reborn, or all the burdens she had carried about were taken from her.
Staring up into the shining face above her, Beryl asked the only question that came to mind. "Who are you?"
The priest lowered his hand to help her to her feet. "I am Nicholas. When I was alive I had achieved the status of Bishop, but, since my death in the year 343, I have been canonized. So, you might know me better as Saint Nicholas."
Beryl blinked. "Santa Claus?"
The saint's eyebrow twitched slightly. "I have been named that, yes."
Wrapping her arms about herself, Beryl stared at the real Santa Claus. Then she bowed slightly to him. "Thank you for the best Christmas present ever." Raising her eyes to meet his, she smiled happily. "My freedom from the darkness that has encased me for centuries."
The saint tipped his head just slightly before returning her bow. "You're welcome." With his eyes still twinkling, he hoped she would still thank him after her penance.
AN: Saint Nicholas is the patron saint of of orphans, sailors, merchants, pawnbrokers and all who are in distress (especially women and children). AH!! I just realized... They gave me this tale on his feast day, 12/6... I just didn't get to write it until the 7th.
The Job Interview - Redemption Prequel part II