(~This was dated for June 21st. This side SL is kinda a rip-off from Buffy. And for the faithful viewers of that show, ya?ll know which one. ?For Season 6 and 7 was crap to me. But Season 8 TOTALLY redeemed it. Anywho! Here ya go.~)
The Travels To The Lands Of Confusion
Part One ~ In The Shadows, In The Light
"I promise you, for all my life I'll be always on your side; in the shadow, in the light." ~ Enigma
Johnathan had stayed with Zen in her cottage this whole time. Finally gaining a mentor she always needed, Johnathan soon enough learned how to not only see things from the Past, but now watch through observation of the Present while gaining glimpses of the Possible Future. For being an Eye to Father-Time, it meant to know what it around?even when one is not.
Johnathan also had not step a foot beyond the front gardens due to the fear of The Hunter still out there; lurking as if waiting?and Zen knew that something is out there, lying in wait for Johnathan and only for her.
Johnathan had grown accustomed to sleeping?though she did not sleep well most of the time; but there were a few hours here and there where she did not rustle and toss. One night in particular, Johnathan could not sleep.
Summers Solstice. A time for the Sun to rejoice upon the Worlds and one of the many nights from the past Johnathan will never forget. A time before The Hunter came; a time before everything in her life fell apart; a time where she finally realised that Renne is the only one to make her truly happy.
Staring up at the wooden ceiling, Johnathan blinked every now and again; proving that she was awake, but also reminiscing of that day.
A small chirp that was no louder than a hummingbird interrupted that daze. Looking around for a moment while still lying in bed, thinking that it was only her imagination, the small chirp came about once again. Finally sitting up, the blanket slid off of her to expose the dark-green tunic she was wearing while trying to sleep. Quickly grabbing the soft leather dark-brown pants from the floor, she placed those over her legs quickly; forgetting to tuck in her tunic which went down to the middle of her thighs. Slowly opening the door of her bedroom, she blinked as she peeked her head out. It was near the middle of the night, so she knew that Zen was already gone until the sun came upon the cottage like normal. Looking down at the frog-charm for a moment, there was no response from it for the chirp; which it usually calls back in return by now. It?s possible that since Renne and Johnathan have been apart for so long that the frog-charm forgot what Renne truly sounded like. With that, Johnathan went out her bedroom and crept down the stairs.
Now the chirp was a bit louder, but still soft. Looking about on the bottom floor, Johnathan found nothing disturbed. The chirp now started to come a bit more often and a bit louder once Johnathan headed to the front door. Slowly opening the door, there was still nothing disturbed on the porch or even in the gardens. Once Johnathan got to the freesia and honeysuckle area of the garden, she slowly looked up and beyond the white picket fence that surrounded the whole of the cottage. Vaguely seen was the silhouette of a small creature that crouched over a bit; but he was not much taller when straightened out either. Finally, after nearly five minutes of silence and barely any movement, a voice that Johnathan thought she would never hear again finally called out.
"Ca-roo."
She knew it was him. It was Her Renne. Her dark-brown eyes lit up like the sun on a clear day as a bright smile slapped itself across her face.
"Renne!"
Without any hesitation, the silhouette came closer; slowly forming a shadow upon the ground to make it seem more solid. And Johnathan was too happy and relieved to realise that she was moving closer and closer to the picket fence. Reaching right up to where the pathway turns to dirt along the lines of the picket fence, Johnathan reached out her arms and took two steps closer to the now charging shadow. Her face showed nothing but love and joy for the little critter.
"Renne!"
With that, the shadow pounced upwards, and then formed to a net.
"He?s mine!"
And not giving Johnathan a chance to even react or give a look of fear, the net swarmed over her; swallowing her into the darkness.
The Travels To The Lands Of Confusion
Part One ~ In The Shadows, In The Light
"I promise you, for all my life I'll be always on your side; in the shadow, in the light." ~ Enigma
Johnathan had stayed with Zen in her cottage this whole time. Finally gaining a mentor she always needed, Johnathan soon enough learned how to not only see things from the Past, but now watch through observation of the Present while gaining glimpses of the Possible Future. For being an Eye to Father-Time, it meant to know what it around?even when one is not.
Johnathan also had not step a foot beyond the front gardens due to the fear of The Hunter still out there; lurking as if waiting?and Zen knew that something is out there, lying in wait for Johnathan and only for her.
Johnathan had grown accustomed to sleeping?though she did not sleep well most of the time; but there were a few hours here and there where she did not rustle and toss. One night in particular, Johnathan could not sleep.
Summers Solstice. A time for the Sun to rejoice upon the Worlds and one of the many nights from the past Johnathan will never forget. A time before The Hunter came; a time before everything in her life fell apart; a time where she finally realised that Renne is the only one to make her truly happy.
Staring up at the wooden ceiling, Johnathan blinked every now and again; proving that she was awake, but also reminiscing of that day.
A small chirp that was no louder than a hummingbird interrupted that daze. Looking around for a moment while still lying in bed, thinking that it was only her imagination, the small chirp came about once again. Finally sitting up, the blanket slid off of her to expose the dark-green tunic she was wearing while trying to sleep. Quickly grabbing the soft leather dark-brown pants from the floor, she placed those over her legs quickly; forgetting to tuck in her tunic which went down to the middle of her thighs. Slowly opening the door of her bedroom, she blinked as she peeked her head out. It was near the middle of the night, so she knew that Zen was already gone until the sun came upon the cottage like normal. Looking down at the frog-charm for a moment, there was no response from it for the chirp; which it usually calls back in return by now. It?s possible that since Renne and Johnathan have been apart for so long that the frog-charm forgot what Renne truly sounded like. With that, Johnathan went out her bedroom and crept down the stairs.
Now the chirp was a bit louder, but still soft. Looking about on the bottom floor, Johnathan found nothing disturbed. The chirp now started to come a bit more often and a bit louder once Johnathan headed to the front door. Slowly opening the door, there was still nothing disturbed on the porch or even in the gardens. Once Johnathan got to the freesia and honeysuckle area of the garden, she slowly looked up and beyond the white picket fence that surrounded the whole of the cottage. Vaguely seen was the silhouette of a small creature that crouched over a bit; but he was not much taller when straightened out either. Finally, after nearly five minutes of silence and barely any movement, a voice that Johnathan thought she would never hear again finally called out.
"Ca-roo."
She knew it was him. It was Her Renne. Her dark-brown eyes lit up like the sun on a clear day as a bright smile slapped itself across her face.
"Renne!"
Without any hesitation, the silhouette came closer; slowly forming a shadow upon the ground to make it seem more solid. And Johnathan was too happy and relieved to realise that she was moving closer and closer to the picket fence. Reaching right up to where the pathway turns to dirt along the lines of the picket fence, Johnathan reached out her arms and took two steps closer to the now charging shadow. Her face showed nothing but love and joy for the little critter.
"Renne!"
With that, the shadow pounced upwards, and then formed to a net.
"He?s mine!"
And not giving Johnathan a chance to even react or give a look of fear, the net swarmed over her; swallowing her into the darkness.