Dreams of the Past Chapter 3 Part 2
MANY
YEARS PASSED....JEHAN GRADUATED FROM LE FEU ET GLACE ACADEMY WITH TOP MARKS AND DECIDED THAT HE
WAS FINALLY READY TO GO AND FIND HIS MOTHER AND FATHER....THE SEARCH FOR HIS
FATHER WAS OVER IN A FEW HOURS, HE FOUND HIS FATHER'S GRAVE IN THE LOCAL CHURCH
YARD....AFTER PAYING HIS RESPECTS HE RETURNED TO THE ONLY HOME HE KNEW AND
COLLECTED HIS BELONGINGS TO BEGIN HIS SEARCH FOR HIS MOTHER...MORE TIME PASSED,
THE MILLER AND HIS FAMILY GREW OLD AND DIED, WHILE JEHAN REMAINED YOUNG. ONE DAY, AROUND THE YEAR 1900, HE CAME ACROSS
A YOUNG MAN WHO FOR SOME REASON HE FELT HE HAD MET BEFORE...
Jehan sighed and leaned back in his chair. Tracking treasure leads for Gringotts was not exactly something he enjoyed doing, but at least it put bread on the table. Looking out onto the street below his office he watched as the lamplighter began to light the gas lamps that lined the streets of Paris. Stretching luxuriously he stood up and walked over to the door to his office. Just as he was about to change the sign from "OPEN" to "CLOSED" he spotted someone coming up the stairs. From the look of the person he guessed the young man was in his late twenties, aristocratic, and probably down on his luck. Smiling politely he stepped back to allow the young man to come inside. "I was about to close Messieur."
"It won't take very long." The young man removed his top hat, revealing long brown hair tied back with a black ribbon and shining gold eyes. "I came to speak to you about your past."
Raising an eyebrow Jehan moved over to his desk and sat down. "My past? No offence, but what concern is it to you?" His eyes followed the young man's journey over to the desk. "Please, sit down, take a load off."
"Thank you." The young man smiled and set his hat on his lap as he sat down. "I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Johnothon Myrenei, I recently moved here to Paris, buying the old mansion on the hill outside the city. While getting my papers in order I was given your name and address. You see, I came across a very valuable treasure in my basement, and the land owner told me that I should come to you to see if the treasure was really worth what I am told." Johnothon's eyes seemed to glint with a mysterious light for a split second.
"Well Messr. Myrenei, I would normally require you to go through Gringotts BEFORE coming here, but seeing as how you...wait a second...I thought you said you were here to discuss my past." Leaning forward Jehan narrowed his eyes and looked at Johnothon. "How do you really know me?"
Johnothon smiled. "Can't get anything past you can I? You are definitely like your father in that aspect at least."
Jehan's eyes shot wide open and he sat bolt upright in his chair. "How do you know my father?"
Chuckling Johnothon's eyes glowed a faint green for a second. In a flash of light the young aristocrat's body was replaced with the slender form of Michea. The gold eyes flashed with mischief as he ran a hand through his long lavender hair. "I know him probably better than you do."
"Uncle Michea?"
"So you do remember me." Michea turned his top hat over and pulled out a frayed piece of paper. "Meet me at this address tomorrow night at midnight." Still smiling he stood up and resumed the form of the young aristocrat. "Until then." There was another flash of light and he was gone.
'If he's here in Paris-' Unfolding the paper he read over the address and smiled, tears welling up in his eyes. 'Then mother must be here too!'
THE NEXT EVENING AROUND 11:57 PM
An old and greying man stood slowly and shuffled towards the front door of Johnothon's mansion. Pulling the heavy wrought iron doors open with a strength hidden behind the lines of age he peered out into the gloom of the night. Seeing a young blue haired man dressed in wizard robes and carrying a massive stack of books standing on the front stoop the old man smiled. "Ah, you must be the one my master called for. Please come in."
"Thank you." Jehan stepped into the mansion and set the books down on the table near the door. Removing his robe he handed it, along with his cap, to the butler and smiled. "I hope I am not too early?"
"No, you are right on time."
Jehan looked up to see Michea strolling down the stairs. "Where it my mother? If you are here then it must mean she is too."
"André, would you please leave us?" Dismissing the butler Michea stepped up next to Jehan and looked down at his nephew with a smile. "Impatient? I already told you that we would have to wait until midnight. But as you have arrived early I guess I can show you to the room where the treasure is. Maybe it will shine some light on the matter." Slinging his arm over Jehan's shoulder Michea calmly steered the young boy towards a large tapestry. "Open." The tapestry faded from view and a large wooden door swung open, revealing a narrow flight of steps leading down into pitch black darkness. "Follow me, the stairs can be a bit treacherous." He waved his hand and a small orb of light appeared before him and began to flit its way down the stairs.
"I wish to see my mother Uncle Michea, how long must I wait?" Jehan followed closely behind the flitting ball of light.
"You'll see her soon enough Jehan." Said Michea.
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The stars twinkled softly above Melin's head as she lay on the dew moistened grass. Letting out a contented sigh Melin rolled onto her side and curled up against Clopin. "It's so peaceful here, I hope we never have to leave this." Her hand reached up and gingerly touched the crystal that was tied around her neck. "Never leave me my love." Closing her eyes she drifted off into a light slumber, her head resting on Clopin's chest.
Clopin smiled and ran his hand through Melin's hair. 'When will she realize this is a dream? It will only hurt worse the longer she takes to wake up.' Sighing he looked up at the stars. 'What did you do to me Michea? Why have I not passed on?'
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Michea reached the bottom of the stairs and crossed the cold dark room to a recessed corner. Speaking quietly he ran his finger along the wall, tracing an odd box shape. Almost instantly the wall melted away to reveal a crystalline casket. "Here is the treasure I was telling you of."
"It's a crystal cas-MOTHER!" Jehan rushed up to the casket and stared down through the top. "What's wrong with her? Is she dead?" Staring down at his mother he watched and noticed the faint movement of Melin's chest rising and falling. "No-not dead-"
"She's merely sleeping. It's the enchanted sleep of our kind, which only comes on when we expend all of our magic." Michea rested his hand on the lid of the casket and slowly pushed it aside. "She should have woken up over a century ago, but something is keeping her in her slumber. I thought you might be able to wake her." He sighed and brushed his fingers through Melin's raven colored hair. A glint caught his eyes and he looked at the crystal on Melin's chest. 'What on earth?' For a reason he did not know the crystal was glowing faintly.
A soft sigh emitted from Melin's lips and a faint smile appeared on her face. Jehan gasped and reached forward to grasp his mother's hands. He just barely jumped back in time before the entire casket was engulfed in white flames. The heat was intense. "What is going on?"
Michea sighed and pulled Jehan farther back as the flames spread outward. "I was afraid of this. She doesn't want to wake up. Something is keeping her in a dream." Eyeing the crystal through the flames Michea took another step back. "Can you walk through flames?"
"WHAT?" Jehan whirled around to face his uncle. "What kind of absurd-"
"Can you pass through flames? I have heard it is a standard wizard spell. Can you do it?" Grabbing Jehan by the shoulders Michea stared into Jehan's sea blue eyes. "Tell me!"
Jehan tried to pull away from his uncle's iron grip. "Of course I can! Any witch or wizard can do it!"
Michea released his grip on Jehan and pointed to the flames that were expanding towards them. "You need to get through those and figure out a way to get your mother to stop casting those flames. Otherwise the whole house will be burned down on top of us!”
“Ok ok….um lets see…how did it go again? Fire to ice and ice to…no….calm down Jehan…oh to hell with it!” Whipping out his wand he aimed it at the fire. “Extinguish!” A blue light shot from his wand and hit the flames, splitting them in two and opening a space just wide enough for him to get through. Rushing through he looked back to see the flames close behind him. “Ok now what do I do?”
Michea backed himself up against the wall and shielded himself with his cape. “She will know your voice! Tell her to wake up!” A burst of flame shot out at him, setting his cape on fire. “Do it quickly! I’m not exactly flame retardant here!”
“All right…that wasn’t exactly helpful!” Shouted Jehan above the roar of the flames. Sighing he leaned over the casket and looked down at his mother. The serene look on her face had been replaced by one of pure rage and hatred and she was clutching the crystal around her neck. Reaching in Jehan shook his mother gently and leaned real close. “Mother, please wake up! Please stop this fire!”
Jehan sighed and leaned back in his chair. Tracking treasure leads for Gringotts was not exactly something he enjoyed doing, but at least it put bread on the table. Looking out onto the street below his office he watched as the lamplighter began to light the gas lamps that lined the streets of Paris. Stretching luxuriously he stood up and walked over to the door to his office. Just as he was about to change the sign from "OPEN" to "CLOSED" he spotted someone coming up the stairs. From the look of the person he guessed the young man was in his late twenties, aristocratic, and probably down on his luck. Smiling politely he stepped back to allow the young man to come inside. "I was about to close Messieur."
"It won't take very long." The young man removed his top hat, revealing long brown hair tied back with a black ribbon and shining gold eyes. "I came to speak to you about your past."
Raising an eyebrow Jehan moved over to his desk and sat down. "My past? No offence, but what concern is it to you?" His eyes followed the young man's journey over to the desk. "Please, sit down, take a load off."
"Thank you." The young man smiled and set his hat on his lap as he sat down. "I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Johnothon Myrenei, I recently moved here to Paris, buying the old mansion on the hill outside the city. While getting my papers in order I was given your name and address. You see, I came across a very valuable treasure in my basement, and the land owner told me that I should come to you to see if the treasure was really worth what I am told." Johnothon's eyes seemed to glint with a mysterious light for a split second.
"Well Messr. Myrenei, I would normally require you to go through Gringotts BEFORE coming here, but seeing as how you...wait a second...I thought you said you were here to discuss my past." Leaning forward Jehan narrowed his eyes and looked at Johnothon. "How do you really know me?"
Johnothon smiled. "Can't get anything past you can I? You are definitely like your father in that aspect at least."
Jehan's eyes shot wide open and he sat bolt upright in his chair. "How do you know my father?"
Chuckling Johnothon's eyes glowed a faint green for a second. In a flash of light the young aristocrat's body was replaced with the slender form of Michea. The gold eyes flashed with mischief as he ran a hand through his long lavender hair. "I know him probably better than you do."
"Uncle Michea?"
"So you do remember me." Michea turned his top hat over and pulled out a frayed piece of paper. "Meet me at this address tomorrow night at midnight." Still smiling he stood up and resumed the form of the young aristocrat. "Until then." There was another flash of light and he was gone.
'If he's here in Paris-' Unfolding the paper he read over the address and smiled, tears welling up in his eyes. 'Then mother must be here too!'
THE NEXT EVENING AROUND 11:57 PM
An old and greying man stood slowly and shuffled towards the front door of Johnothon's mansion. Pulling the heavy wrought iron doors open with a strength hidden behind the lines of age he peered out into the gloom of the night. Seeing a young blue haired man dressed in wizard robes and carrying a massive stack of books standing on the front stoop the old man smiled. "Ah, you must be the one my master called for. Please come in."
"Thank you." Jehan stepped into the mansion and set the books down on the table near the door. Removing his robe he handed it, along with his cap, to the butler and smiled. "I hope I am not too early?"
"No, you are right on time."
Jehan looked up to see Michea strolling down the stairs. "Where it my mother? If you are here then it must mean she is too."
"André, would you please leave us?" Dismissing the butler Michea stepped up next to Jehan and looked down at his nephew with a smile. "Impatient? I already told you that we would have to wait until midnight. But as you have arrived early I guess I can show you to the room where the treasure is. Maybe it will shine some light on the matter." Slinging his arm over Jehan's shoulder Michea calmly steered the young boy towards a large tapestry. "Open." The tapestry faded from view and a large wooden door swung open, revealing a narrow flight of steps leading down into pitch black darkness. "Follow me, the stairs can be a bit treacherous." He waved his hand and a small orb of light appeared before him and began to flit its way down the stairs.
"I wish to see my mother Uncle Michea, how long must I wait?" Jehan followed closely behind the flitting ball of light.
"You'll see her soon enough Jehan." Said Michea.
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The stars twinkled softly above Melin's head as she lay on the dew moistened grass. Letting out a contented sigh Melin rolled onto her side and curled up against Clopin. "It's so peaceful here, I hope we never have to leave this." Her hand reached up and gingerly touched the crystal that was tied around her neck. "Never leave me my love." Closing her eyes she drifted off into a light slumber, her head resting on Clopin's chest.
Clopin smiled and ran his hand through Melin's hair. 'When will she realize this is a dream? It will only hurt worse the longer she takes to wake up.' Sighing he looked up at the stars. 'What did you do to me Michea? Why have I not passed on?'
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Michea reached the bottom of the stairs and crossed the cold dark room to a recessed corner. Speaking quietly he ran his finger along the wall, tracing an odd box shape. Almost instantly the wall melted away to reveal a crystalline casket. "Here is the treasure I was telling you of."
"It's a crystal cas-MOTHER!" Jehan rushed up to the casket and stared down through the top. "What's wrong with her? Is she dead?" Staring down at his mother he watched and noticed the faint movement of Melin's chest rising and falling. "No-not dead-"
"She's merely sleeping. It's the enchanted sleep of our kind, which only comes on when we expend all of our magic." Michea rested his hand on the lid of the casket and slowly pushed it aside. "She should have woken up over a century ago, but something is keeping her in her slumber. I thought you might be able to wake her." He sighed and brushed his fingers through Melin's raven colored hair. A glint caught his eyes and he looked at the crystal on Melin's chest. 'What on earth?' For a reason he did not know the crystal was glowing faintly.
A soft sigh emitted from Melin's lips and a faint smile appeared on her face. Jehan gasped and reached forward to grasp his mother's hands. He just barely jumped back in time before the entire casket was engulfed in white flames. The heat was intense. "What is going on?"
Michea sighed and pulled Jehan farther back as the flames spread outward. "I was afraid of this. She doesn't want to wake up. Something is keeping her in a dream." Eyeing the crystal through the flames Michea took another step back. "Can you walk through flames?"
"WHAT?" Jehan whirled around to face his uncle. "What kind of absurd-"
"Can you pass through flames? I have heard it is a standard wizard spell. Can you do it?" Grabbing Jehan by the shoulders Michea stared into Jehan's sea blue eyes. "Tell me!"
Jehan tried to pull away from his uncle's iron grip. "Of course I can! Any witch or wizard can do it!"
Michea released his grip on Jehan and pointed to the flames that were expanding towards them. "You need to get through those and figure out a way to get your mother to stop casting those flames. Otherwise the whole house will be burned down on top of us!”
“Ok ok….um lets see…how did it go again? Fire to ice and ice to…no….calm down Jehan…oh to hell with it!” Whipping out his wand he aimed it at the fire. “Extinguish!” A blue light shot from his wand and hit the flames, splitting them in two and opening a space just wide enough for him to get through. Rushing through he looked back to see the flames close behind him. “Ok now what do I do?”
Michea backed himself up against the wall and shielded himself with his cape. “She will know your voice! Tell her to wake up!” A burst of flame shot out at him, setting his cape on fire. “Do it quickly! I’m not exactly flame retardant here!”
“All right…that wasn’t exactly helpful!” Shouted Jehan above the roar of the flames. Sighing he leaned over the casket and looked down at his mother. The serene look on her face had been replaced by one of pure rage and hatred and she was clutching the crystal around her neck. Reaching in Jehan shook his mother gently and leaned real close. “Mother, please wake up! Please stop this fire!”