Apolla
Disclaimer: Yes its all mine... except for the parts that aren't.
Fandom/Pairing: Ben 10 Alien Force, Gwevin.
Summary: Known now as Apolla to fellow Anodytes, Gwen reflects on life as her own starts to fade.
Feedback: I'm new to this fandom and this is my first ever Ben 10 Alien Force fic. Be kind.
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Apolla
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Her name isn't Gwen anymore.
She hasn't been called that in years, trillions upon trillions of years.
She is known now as Apolla to those that call her by name. But those are few and far between.
She keeps mostly to herself. Meditation consumes most of her time. But then again time has become non-existent. Time means nothing to Anodytes. And so time means little to her for an Anodyte is what she has become. Time is as sand in an hourglass, numerous and unmeasurable, yet still only a moment. Brief and fleeting.
For the first thousand cycles the transformation was odd, difficult even.
At the beginning the physical difference between her Anodyte body and human body had been hard to become accustomed too. Her human shell of before had been all about its limitations and overcoming those limitations. She had thrilled in every triumph and even failure had brought satisfaction. To fail was human. To triumph equally so. It was why she had loved Tae Kwon Do, for the physical challenge of pushing her body to its absolute limit.
Her love for knowledge was as strong as ever. Stronger even. There were so many things that human her, human Gwen couldn't understand. She hadn't had the capacity to understand. So many avenues had opened up to her as an Anodyte. She could comprehend all 27 dimensions, see myriads more colors, and communicate with all living things not only those with spoken languages. And yet it went further than that. To be an Anodyte was to be energy. Energy that flowed through everything and everyone. She understood the nature of life itself, for energy was its driving source, and she was made up of pure energy.
While human she had lived as fully and completely as any human possibly could. She had laughed. She had loved. There had been grief also to accompany loss. And the joy of new life to balance those gone.
Over the centuries such memories had faded, seemingly insignificant in the wake of energy, the force of the mana within her. But still. Some part of it had endured, buried in her subconscious. Little things, little ghosts of memories tickling her mind.
A brush of fingers, a whisper of his lips against her skin.
The sweet taste of smoothie on her lips.
The blue black of his hair.
The warm reflection of a metaled arm pressed against her side.
Just small glimpses that made her pause for a moment before the energy, the overwhelming heat inside her melted it away.
Lately, as her own life force began its final journey, she was remembering more. And as each layer of mana, of herself, began to absorb into the matter surrounding, memories surfaced more rapidly, gaining strength and potency.
At first it was just tastes and textures. A disturbed breeze brushing against her mind. Sounds. Voices of people she once knew, all calling her name. But as time went on the sensations materialized, filling out to become more. More vivid, more impactful.
She saw their faces, every last one. His she knew better than her own. Every line and plane, every dip and curve. The memory of his dark eyes had stayed with her throughout the centuries.
But the others were curious. They wore a mix of both their faces. Even the ones after she could see bits and pieces of herself in them. Just as she saw a shadow of him within them.
She could remember now the years shared with them. With all of them. For even after he had passed on she had remained on earth, watching over her children and their children alike. But soon even her children's children had passed on and she had been ready to rejoin her people. She had been ready to become what had been inside her all along. Anodyte.
And now she is ready for the next step, the final passing. As the time drew nearer they had all come back, flooding her with memories both good and bad. Mostly though she remembered laughter and the comforting warmth of her families embrace.
It was like a blissful haunting.
She welcomed all of it.
She had come back to Bellawood, back to where it had all began. She felt it should end here as well. It was only fitting. As human she had always loved this spot, her grandfather's secret fishing hole. Her Anodyte form found things to delight in as well. Delight in the cool green of the grass and the chill of the stream under clear, cloudless sky.
She lays down beside one of her Grandmothers flowers, it myriad of colors glowing under the warm moon.
There is a buzzing noise, growing louder with each passing moment. Her inner energy pulsates, sending wave after wave out and searching. What she searches for she does not know.
Her vision is going fuzzy and yet clearer. She can see now the energy in every being, the threads of life that interwoven hold everything together. She can see herself, her own thread, reaching and brushing against the loose strands. She feels herself connect, a jolt to the system, and then... then she is no more...
... and yet she is everywhere.
An infinite number of voices assault her, talking all at once. The overwhelming force of it sends her reeling, disoriented. It is the consciousness of the many others who have come before her. They greet her, welcoming her. She feels the soothing warmth of their embrace and peace floods her. And yet... something... someone is missing.
She searches, looking and looking for something just beyond her grasp.
The others brush up against her wondering, questioning.
Why does she not sit with us, this new one?
What does she search for? Come child rest with us.
She wants to, oh how she wants to. But something presses her on, refusing to let her rest. The same something that is missing leaving an aching gap in its wake. She is ready to give up and give in to the voices around her.
Then he is there.
She knows him, recognizes his spirit. Everything else fades away.
Hello Gwen, I've been waiting for you.
Her name isn't Gwen, not anymore. But after so much time she thinks she's ready for it to be just that, once more.
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"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."- Edvard Munch
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Apollo is the greek god of light.
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And I feel I should apologize for the avatar like ending. So not what I was going for.
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