Dreams on the Wall II
Grown-Up Christmas Wish
"Ultimately, we are all alone."
Spock, The T'Varon Chronicles
He heard but silence for a while since he'd last spoken. Remembering that Chryrie mentioned a nap, he figured she had gone on to do just that. He didn't mind really. It was in fact, good that something aside from four walls and haunting memories was with him for once.
Even if it was a stranger.
He'd take that over the aloneness.
So his mind had begun to wander again and recede into the deeper corners. At first, these corners were dark, harrowing and filled with the Hunter's betraying words. But soon, he was able for now to find a small measure of light.
In this, he relived Christmas Eve four years ago and shed silent tears at the memory itself. And he was glad for that part of his mind to have remained intact.
The Hunter, unbarred by such bright spots, would surely gain full dominance and for now, he still had a shred of faith in a bright place.
As the memory concluded, he found himself in the same place and time.
Chryrie was assumed asleep. The four walls stood like silent, mocking barriers around him.
And Home lay somewhere so desperately close.
Home lay somewhere too far to fathom.
He bought out his pen, ink and a scrap of paper. His timing was a long way off but it didn't matter. He wasn't directing his written word to anyone in the typical realms of thought.
Saint Nick,
I have only newly learned of this Christmas and learned of you. You sound like a magical life-form but I put aside my fear of magic. I heard a story once and it said that you bring Christmas with you. Or a part of it.
I ask only two things please, Saint Nick.
I wish for Home to be whole and alive and strong again. Home is something I have too just learned about. And it brings much joy.
What brings more joy is when I can help and be of true use to those I call Family. But Saint Nick, I fear I have failed them. A Hunter follows me and he says evil things.
So I wish my next wish, please.
if I must be forsaken, at least grant Family peace. Grant them peace and strength and hope. And perhaps sometime, allow me to assist them when or if they need. I have much love for them all.
And I have learned that Family can be everything.
Please hear me, Saint Nick. I know you do not know me but you are one that I have been told of that has such powers.
I wish to bring a little bit of Christmas to my Family. And maybe, if the Hunter goes away, Belonging.
-Renne
As he finished the letter and let the ink dry, Renne crawled up onto his cell bed and burrowed into his treasured furs. He'd wait for Chryrie to wake, return or come out of any meditation she might be undergoing.
For now, he sat and made a quiet wish on stars he'll never see.
Grown-Up Christmas Wish
"Ultimately, we are all alone."
Spock, The T'Varon Chronicles
He heard but silence for a while since he'd last spoken. Remembering that Chryrie mentioned a nap, he figured she had gone on to do just that. He didn't mind really. It was in fact, good that something aside from four walls and haunting memories was with him for once.
Even if it was a stranger.
He'd take that over the aloneness.
So his mind had begun to wander again and recede into the deeper corners. At first, these corners were dark, harrowing and filled with the Hunter's betraying words. But soon, he was able for now to find a small measure of light.
In this, he relived Christmas Eve four years ago and shed silent tears at the memory itself. And he was glad for that part of his mind to have remained intact.
The Hunter, unbarred by such bright spots, would surely gain full dominance and for now, he still had a shred of faith in a bright place.
As the memory concluded, he found himself in the same place and time.
Chryrie was assumed asleep. The four walls stood like silent, mocking barriers around him.
And Home lay somewhere so desperately close.
Home lay somewhere too far to fathom.
He bought out his pen, ink and a scrap of paper. His timing was a long way off but it didn't matter. He wasn't directing his written word to anyone in the typical realms of thought.
Saint Nick,
I have only newly learned of this Christmas and learned of you. You sound like a magical life-form but I put aside my fear of magic. I heard a story once and it said that you bring Christmas with you. Or a part of it.
I ask only two things please, Saint Nick.
I wish for Home to be whole and alive and strong again. Home is something I have too just learned about. And it brings much joy.
What brings more joy is when I can help and be of true use to those I call Family. But Saint Nick, I fear I have failed them. A Hunter follows me and he says evil things.
So I wish my next wish, please.
if I must be forsaken, at least grant Family peace. Grant them peace and strength and hope. And perhaps sometime, allow me to assist them when or if they need. I have much love for them all.
And I have learned that Family can be everything.
Please hear me, Saint Nick. I know you do not know me but you are one that I have been told of that has such powers.
I wish to bring a little bit of Christmas to my Family. And maybe, if the Hunter goes away, Belonging.
-Renne
As he finished the letter and let the ink dry, Renne crawled up onto his cell bed and burrowed into his treasured furs. He'd wait for Chryrie to wake, return or come out of any meditation she might be undergoing.
For now, he sat and made a quiet wish on stars he'll never see.