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Posted on January 16, 2014 at 01:15:05 AM by dylan
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Dylan pulled his knees up towards his chin and shivered against the cold winter winds as they tugged at his clothes, threatening to pull him off the castle roof. The tiles were hard and rough beneath him, and he dug the rubber soles of his shoes against the nearest ridge to stop himself from slipping. The moon loomed large in the sky as he looked out across Shaman, Lake Lilith and the river Twinge glittering in the balmy white light. It was beautiful. The young boy take a deep breath in, a great lung full of icy air which was expelled moments later in a cloud of smoke, and he smiled to himself as it curled in the air around him. It was peaceful, and looking down at the world from such a place, for the briefest of moments Dylan could pretend like he wasn’t really a part of it. It was harder on the ground, when you were in amongst it, walking through the courtiers in their bright silks and golden jewellery, or sitting in the kitchen by the fire with Lunarian beside him, and one of the castle cats curled up asleep on his lap. Everything there reminded him that his life had changed. His home was gone, an abandoned house that had once been so full of life. In time it would decay and fall apart; his memories would fade, and he would not return to it. That chapter of his life was over, and that knowledge still tasted sour at the back of his mouth. The moon and the sky, however, they had always been there watching over him, they remained constant, and Dylan was glad of it. “Dylan!” Lunarian said, his head appearing over the nearest parapet of the battlement, “where are you?” The boy laughed, waving at his familiar as the tiger hopped over the masonry to join his fairy on the roof. “You could have woken me up!” he complained, a little put-out that he had not been invited to share in the latest adventure. “I’m sorry,” Dylan said with genuine feeling, reaching out to stroke his familiar white fur, “you looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to disturb you.” Lunarian snorted in a display of mock-disbelief, before looking at his boy out of the corner of his pale blue eyes, “did I look cute?” he joked, lying down on the tiles and rolling onto his back, his giant paws waving around in the air. Snorting in amusement Dylan nodded, “very cute,” he agreed, giving his familiar’s shoulder a playful shove...and, just like that, he lost his grip on the tiles. A cry of alarm rung out over the silent battlements as the boy scrabbled desperately to regain his grip, his fingernails searching desperately for a hold as he slid downward, closer and closer to the edge. “Lu!” he shouted desperately, his heart pounding in panic, “Lu, help me!” The tiger ran after his fairy, his eyes wide in fear, his claws giving him greater control over his descent. He wasn’t quick enough. Dylan screwed his eyes tight shut as he cascading off the edge. He felt the roof fall away, and the next thing he knew, he was dropping freefall through the air. Forcing his eyes open, the boy saw his familiar’s face peering helplessly down at him as he dropped...and the next...he came to a sudden shoulder-jarring stop as his hand found a hold. Dylan gaped as he stared up into his father’s face. Castiel smiled at his youngest son, nodding encouragingly, and then, in the blink of an eye, he was gone again. Dylan found himself holding onto a stone, forged from moonlight, protruding out away from the rest of the wall. It had saved him...his father had saved him. Dylan could remember all the times that his dad had made him little toys out of golden light...it gave him his courage back. “Oh, thank Aura!” Lunarian shouted, throwing himself into his boy’s arms when Dylan had made it back safely onto the roof, “I thought we were done for!” Dylan embraced his familiar, drawing comfort from the creature’s pounding pulse, and together they edged their way back to the security of the battlements. “Did you see him?” the boy asked Lunarian, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight, and the tiger nodded, “I thought I did!” he enthused as their feet pounded against the carpet. They ran along the castle corridors until they reached the library, Dylan completely ignorant of the fact that his fingers were bleeding, and began to browse the shelves. They found what they were looking for, a book that promised to tell them everything there was to know about ghosts. They stumbled across Danny and Solarius in their hunt for a desk, and froze. Lunarian did his best to look innocent, whilst Dylan did his best to conceal the book guiltily behind his back. Maybe they hadn’t seen them? They looked asleep. Dylan and his familiar edged forwards, doing their best not to make the floorboards creak.  |
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- I thought I could fly - By dylan January 19, 2014 at 04:00:13 AM
- but you're a king and I'm a lionheart. - By DANNY January 17, 2014 at 00:52:59 AM
- I shot for the sky, I'm stuck on the ground - By dylan January 16, 2014 at 05:46:14 AM
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