Mirror Images-Chapter 22

'''Chapter 22 '''

'''Theresa '''

I walked into the Nyx’s cabin. I took my usual place on Christopher’s bed and waited for him to come back to me.

A couple of hours later I heard the door open and person stepped inside.

“Hey.” I heard him say.

I sat up, staring at Christopher’s eyes. Not red like the Other or Gold like Crescendon’s. Just brown, like he’s supposed to.

“Hey.” I leaned forward to embrace him. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. Sorry for everything, my soul breaking, leaving you alone for months and..” Christopher choked. “-and Willow.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Willow.” I knew that Christopher never had a chance to grieve for her. He had to defend the camp from the monsters, then his soul was broken and the Other took over. I pulled his head and put it on my shoulder, I let him cry.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Why didn’t I cry? Maybe because I’ve grown numb from the pain. I knew that whatever had happened to us would forever change the two of us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Tess?” I heard him say, pulling me into a tight embrace.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Yeah?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“I love you.” <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;border-style:none;padding:0cm;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“I love you too Christopher.” <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;">'''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">10 years later '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Will stop!” I chased after the boy with black hair and blue eyes that he inherited from me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Catch me mama!” He cheered gleefully.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I ran after him, his childish laughter filled the air and filled me with joy.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Got you.” I caught up to him and picked him up. I tickled him as punishment.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Stop it!” Will demanded, laughing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“If you say sorry, maybe I will.” I replied.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“You two are loud today.” Christopher stepped forward, holding another child in his arm. She was much younger than her brother, barely knowing how to speak and talk. Her eyes were the same shade of brown as her father’s but her hair was dark but getting a lighter shade from my own hair.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Christopher put our daughter down. “Be careful now Astraea.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The young girl nodded. “Come on Astraea!” Will called out for his sister and she ran to follow him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Christopher put his arm around my shoulders and I leaned my head on his.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“I’m starting to think that I’m too old to keep up with them.” Christopher said.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Nonsense, you’re still young.” I laughed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“You are. Remember I was immortal for a while.” He noted.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I laughed and turned my attention to the children.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Will was running around full of energy, but his sister was in awe of her surroundings. She stared at a flower on the ground and that was the trigger. So much like Willow, who was like flowers, that the painful images of her ached in my mind.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“You okay?” Christopher steadied me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Yeah.” I didn’t have to tell him what was wrong, he knew.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“We’ll make it through this.” Christopher reassured her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I couldn’t help but think about my children. How would they leave their lives? I knew they would have to eventually follow the path Christopher had taken, learn to fight and be warriors so they could defend themselves.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">What kind of mother was I to just allow them to walk into Death’s arms?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Christopher’s finger weaved into mine and somehow I found my center. He was right, we were going through this.

<span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10.5pt;line-height:16.5pt;">We had survived all other things haven’t we?

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Author's Note: 

Well that's the end of Christopher's story in this timeline. If you happen to read this story all the way through, first of; thank you. Secondly, this story and series is no longer Canon. I will be remaking the story, making it better with the experience and skill I now have.

So if you've enjoyed this one then I hope you will continue to read the other story I'm story I'm writting as well as next part of Christopher's and Theresa's story.

Cheers!

A blade will never betray you so pay them a little more respect alright?  15:38, March 9, 2014 (UTC)