The Birth of Nights...
The door to the study opened and closed as hands that has delved into the human core, sewn shut wounds unimaginable, and cradled the newest beginning of life plied their power over the inanimate object and forced it to offer up an open passage into the dimly lit study. The very same hands fell upon a chair, and in extension to their limited plane a man seated himself and turned to greet the light with his tired, but handsome features. From the top down, he wore a black crown of long black strands. Smooth and flowing rivers of ebony that cascaded down to frame his pallid features, and slowly swept themselves to an end at his shoulders. This dark shroud caused his fair flesh to stand out like ivory against obsidian, and in the ivory did two jewels serve to see, frosted turquoise that danced with knowledge and kind laughter. A smile danced farther below them, a strong nose serving to direct the attention to the phantom remnant of a smile that had lingered on from the passing musing of a time now passed by, but still lived on in his memory. Elegant digits came to cup those features, fingers longer than that of a human, but perfectly proportioned to the man that wielded them. They tapped against the flesh, perhaps in thought, and as they did, the white fibers of his coat creased and flowed to match the movements. Yes, he wore a coat of white that one could easily associate to the very profession he practiced - a doctor. It suited him though as it lay draped around his broad shoulders, a vest of cerulean beneath that, serving only to cover yet another scheme of white silk that extended beyond and to his wrists. All that could be seen to accent this attire was a stethoscope that hung loosely about his throat, the shimmering metal disk hovering just left of where his heart lie. Nothing more than a pair of black slacks and boots lay beyond that, completing his appearance with a happy marriage of what colors made up his being.
Now revealed in his entirety, the man leaned forth, a few errant strands falling before his visage as they roved the leather bound surface of an empty book, a diary, that would be put to use all too soon as the cover was laid aside, and a vessel of ink was laid to the barren page.
“April 27, 2007
Dear Diary,
Nothing more in this world, besides my own lover, brings me more pleasure than that of knowing that this day has brought forth new lives - and new hope - into this world we call our own. Raizen Arrikanez is my name, shortened to Rai as for my moniker, and I must admit to being proud to have finally found use in my introduction in that I may now introduce one that only today I admitted into my charge. Let me explain…
There is a man in my life whom I can only describe in one word. One brilliant an shining word to summarize all that he has been and is to me, a word that I have reserved full well knowing what price I pay to the heavens as I utter it each and every day. Angel. Yes, albeit not his name, he is my Angel, my lover, and even more closely so - my brother. His name? Dragon Arrikanez, perhaps the finest doctor in all Juridia and child of our god, Eriot. I am so as well, but I feel as though my brother embodies a more heavenly being than I ever have managed in my days, so thus I lovingly refer to him as such, in hopes that he will one day come to realize how right I am in my adoration. Anyways - I’m rambling.
*Ahem* Anyways, Dragon and I set out not but earlier today, it being his birthday after all, to explore the various shops that this place we’ve come to know as Gaia had to offer. Bookstores were our chief venture, but it is one in particular that I will be writing about. The Dancing Mouse bookstore. Granted, at first it was nothing too terribly special - just an ordinary bookstore, with ordinary books, and a rather plain and ordinary feel that never caused me to pause in note of anything in particular. However, I was wrong, very, very wrong in my assumption of the initial opinion set for such a place. Dragon picked up a few books, to keep the various other shopping bags company, but as we left the store with our many packages - we both noticed that his stethoscope and my beloved NiGHTS figurine had gone missing! As is obvious to anyone with a primal nature, we retraced our steps back to the shop, determined to locate our things and head home before anything else went awry, but we were surprised to find that not only were our things there - but strange, mice inhabitants of the store had completely reconstructed our things into living, breathing children! We weren’t the only ones with such a dilemma.
A young Tiger Girl had also misplaced omething, and had also come to find that it to had been turned into something completely different. She wound up with a white kitten with the body of, what appears to be, a tarot card - a rather pessimistic white kitten who was all too content to chatter away hopeless things at what I came across to find.
There, upon the counter, sat a child who looked up at me with deep amethyst eyes and a smile playing over his features, a knowing sort of smile that said that he knew I would return for him - for he was NiGHTS, the physical embodiment of a Nightmare turned into a Dream, a figment never meant to exist at all. However, with bright hues splashing over his attire, how could he be anyone else? I soon came to find that he could speak, something the children that young don't often do, to my knowledge, so I was quite surprised to find such articulate tones coming from such a small child. He seems to speak in rhyme - although I’m not sure if that’s on purpose or not - and often times fails at divulging the truth outright, or sometimes at all. Still, with many queries to the mice, it was soon brought to my attention that I was indeed his guardian now, and that failure to continue his story would result in his disappearance - the same going for the creature that had come from Dragon’s stethoscope, a mouse that was soon entitled Eek. I wasn’t at all prepared for this….but I won’t let him vanish. Nights (for I won’t be capitalizing more than one letter of it) was now mine, and is now tucked safely into our bed, until we can find better sleeping arrangements, until morning brings our first full day together, and the first chapter of what I hope to be a story with a happy ending.
For now I lay to rest my pen, and myself, until tomorrow brings more to write about. I have an early shift at Kurai, so wish me luck with my patients so that we again will be brought together once all is said and done. I hope to write again soon -
Your Keeper,
Raizen Arrikanez”
The pen was indeed laid aside, and the delicate digits came to guide the strands back into the silent sea. Satisfied with his work, Raizen closed the book and pushed himself from his seat, moving away from paper and pen to escape the prologue and face the emptiness until Chapter 1 began.
The door to the study opened and closed as hands that has delved into the human core, sewn shut wounds unimaginable, and cradled the newest beginning of life plied their power over the inanimate object and forced it to offer up an open passage into the dimly lit study. The very same hands fell upon a chair, and in extension to their limited plane a man seated himself and turned to greet the light with his tired, but handsome features. From the top down, he wore a black crown of long black strands. Smooth and flowing rivers of ebony that cascaded down to frame his pallid features, and slowly swept themselves to an end at his shoulders. This dark shroud caused his fair flesh to stand out like ivory against obsidian, and in the ivory did two jewels serve to see, frosted turquoise that danced with knowledge and kind laughter. A smile danced farther below them, a strong nose serving to direct the attention to the phantom remnant of a smile that had lingered on from the passing musing of a time now passed by, but still lived on in his memory. Elegant digits came to cup those features, fingers longer than that of a human, but perfectly proportioned to the man that wielded them. They tapped against the flesh, perhaps in thought, and as they did, the white fibers of his coat creased and flowed to match the movements. Yes, he wore a coat of white that one could easily associate to the very profession he practiced - a doctor. It suited him though as it lay draped around his broad shoulders, a vest of cerulean beneath that, serving only to cover yet another scheme of white silk that extended beyond and to his wrists. All that could be seen to accent this attire was a stethoscope that hung loosely about his throat, the shimmering metal disk hovering just left of where his heart lie. Nothing more than a pair of black slacks and boots lay beyond that, completing his appearance with a happy marriage of what colors made up his being.
Now revealed in his entirety, the man leaned forth, a few errant strands falling before his visage as they roved the leather bound surface of an empty book, a diary, that would be put to use all too soon as the cover was laid aside, and a vessel of ink was laid to the barren page.
“April 27, 2007
Dear Diary,
Nothing more in this world, besides my own lover, brings me more pleasure than that of knowing that this day has brought forth new lives - and new hope - into this world we call our own. Raizen Arrikanez is my name, shortened to Rai as for my moniker, and I must admit to being proud to have finally found use in my introduction in that I may now introduce one that only today I admitted into my charge. Let me explain…
There is a man in my life whom I can only describe in one word. One brilliant an shining word to summarize all that he has been and is to me, a word that I have reserved full well knowing what price I pay to the heavens as I utter it each and every day. Angel. Yes, albeit not his name, he is my Angel, my lover, and even more closely so - my brother. His name? Dragon Arrikanez, perhaps the finest doctor in all Juridia and child of our god, Eriot. I am so as well, but I feel as though my brother embodies a more heavenly being than I ever have managed in my days, so thus I lovingly refer to him as such, in hopes that he will one day come to realize how right I am in my adoration. Anyways - I’m rambling.
*Ahem* Anyways, Dragon and I set out not but earlier today, it being his birthday after all, to explore the various shops that this place we’ve come to know as Gaia had to offer. Bookstores were our chief venture, but it is one in particular that I will be writing about. The Dancing Mouse bookstore. Granted, at first it was nothing too terribly special - just an ordinary bookstore, with ordinary books, and a rather plain and ordinary feel that never caused me to pause in note of anything in particular. However, I was wrong, very, very wrong in my assumption of the initial opinion set for such a place. Dragon picked up a few books, to keep the various other shopping bags company, but as we left the store with our many packages - we both noticed that his stethoscope and my beloved NiGHTS figurine had gone missing! As is obvious to anyone with a primal nature, we retraced our steps back to the shop, determined to locate our things and head home before anything else went awry, but we were surprised to find that not only were our things there - but strange, mice inhabitants of the store had completely reconstructed our things into living, breathing children! We weren’t the only ones with such a dilemma.
A young Tiger Girl had also misplaced omething, and had also come to find that it to had been turned into something completely different. She wound up with a white kitten with the body of, what appears to be, a tarot card - a rather pessimistic white kitten who was all too content to chatter away hopeless things at what I came across to find.
There, upon the counter, sat a child who looked up at me with deep amethyst eyes and a smile playing over his features, a knowing sort of smile that said that he knew I would return for him - for he was NiGHTS, the physical embodiment of a Nightmare turned into a Dream, a figment never meant to exist at all. However, with bright hues splashing over his attire, how could he be anyone else? I soon came to find that he could speak, something the children that young don't often do, to my knowledge, so I was quite surprised to find such articulate tones coming from such a small child. He seems to speak in rhyme - although I’m not sure if that’s on purpose or not - and often times fails at divulging the truth outright, or sometimes at all. Still, with many queries to the mice, it was soon brought to my attention that I was indeed his guardian now, and that failure to continue his story would result in his disappearance - the same going for the creature that had come from Dragon’s stethoscope, a mouse that was soon entitled Eek. I wasn’t at all prepared for this….but I won’t let him vanish. Nights (for I won’t be capitalizing more than one letter of it) was now mine, and is now tucked safely into our bed, until we can find better sleeping arrangements, until morning brings our first full day together, and the first chapter of what I hope to be a story with a happy ending.
For now I lay to rest my pen, and myself, until tomorrow brings more to write about. I have an early shift at Kurai, so wish me luck with my patients so that we again will be brought together once all is said and done. I hope to write again soon -
Your Keeper,
Raizen Arrikanez”
The pen was indeed laid aside, and the delicate digits came to guide the strands back into the silent sea. Satisfied with his work, Raizen closed the book and pushed himself from his seat, moving away from paper and pen to escape the prologue and face the emptiness until Chapter 1 began.
