Chapter Six: Obsidian Shards

Chapter Six

I turned my eyes back to the obsidian mirror and watched myself but not myself.  I watched her go about her daily life, watched her meet with friends.  Watched her with her loved ones and watched her in her most intimate moments.  I watched time fly while here it only crawled.  I watched everything in fast forward until I got to see her old and gray. 

Happy.  She (I) was happy.  I was actually content with my life and with my existence.  I had never thought that to be possible.  Gone were the days of being the hand for hire, gone were the days of moving every few months due to the fear of being captured.  Gone were the days of wondering when and if I would see JT again.  There he was, standing beside me in the vision that I was allowed to watch.  Standing by my side, holding my hand.  We were watching two cherub like children, one with my shock of red hair and with deep blue green eyes and another with his hair and build.  I couldn't believe my eyes.  I took my gaze from the obsidian mirror and looked at the shopkeeper in awe.

"Could this truly be mine?  What do I have to do to allow this vision to come to pass?  Tell me.  Anything.  I just need this more than anything.  This is what I have always dreamed of."

"Only you know the answer to that my dear.  You know what you must do."

I stared into his eyes and reached out to touch the obsidian mirror and oh so gently lifted up the stand.  In the next instant I threw it down onto the ground and watched it shatter into a million black shards. 

"Do you really think that what you just did was the right thing?  Do you really think that by breaking the mirror you have have stopped what you must do on this plane?  You still have a chore to accomplish and a deadline.  This one action doesn't change that."

Inside of my heart I knew the voice was right.  By breaking the mirror I hadn't changed anything.  I had only been trying to fool myself.  Who was I kidding?  I knew that I would never find the happiness that I craved so badly.  I knew that a soul such as mine, put on this earth to kill, could never find peace.  I would never be deemed worthy of family, home, love.

I heard someone come up behind me.  I felt a tap on my shoulder and an arm wrap me up in an embrace.  I felt someone breathing in my ear and heard a very raspy voice whisper.  "That is where you are wrong.  You may be fractured but by no means are you truly broken.  You can always pick up the pieces of your broken life and create something new.  You know how to do it darling. You also know that only you can.  Only by being true to yourself can you pick up the pieces and make yourself whole again.  No one else.  Just you."

I turned around and looked into the eyes of J.T.  I saw the eyes that had first pulled me in and that had made me his that first day.  They were glowing with a light that I had never seen before.  I felt strong and safe and secure in his arms.  I felt peace for the first time ever.  I felt....I felt home.  I felt possibility and I felt that there might be something to this life after all.

I looked down and started to cry.  I had no idea what I was to do but I knew that the life that I had been living wasn't for me.  It took his gentle words to tell me that.  All that it took was a gentle touch, a smile, a caress.  I finally saw the error of the life that I had been leading and knew it was to be no more. 

"That's right darling.  I was sent to take you out of that life.  That is why I left.  You had the skills and the willpower within yourself.  I just had to leave so that you would find it.  I am back now.  Now.....you know what you must do."

With that I sunk to my knees and got down on the floor.  I lifted my arms up and concentrated.  And I started to speak.

"Pieces of glass flow around
Go back to where you were found.
Silvers of glass be free--
knit together completely.
Shards of glass be lifted up high
and shine your beauty to the sky.
Fractions of glass knit what was torn
and to a new life you are to be born."

I opened my eyes and saw that the obsidian mirror had re-made itself into a new shape.  Instead of being flat it had re-knit itself into a star shape, one point to represent each of the elements.  Inside of each point was a picture of myself, a possibility of the future.  Each one was a path that I had to chose to take or not to take.  Each was a "maybe", nothing given.  Each one, each and every one, was mine for the taking.  All I had to do was find out which way lead to what. 

I turned back to J.T. and smiled. The shopkeeper was standing behind him.  I looked at him and knew that he would have the answers that I had been seeking. 

"What of the chore that I have to do?  What of the photograph?  What of all of it?  I can't do it now.  There's no way."

The shopkeeper looked up and met my eyes.  He smiled and then started to laugh.  He then disappeared into thin air.  I stared at J.T. and stared panicking.  The only person with all the answers had just left.  I had to find him.

J.T. held me close to him and kissed the back of my head.  After a few moments I was calm again.  Next thing I know, I looked up and there were Jeremiah and Kaos.  I took one look at the hell hound and got ready to run.  J.T. wouldn't allow it.

"Now, now.  The dog won't hurt you.  Jeremiah is my brother and Kaos is our pet from childhood.  There are a few things you do not know about me and I think it is about time that you shall."

It seemed that the re-making of the mirror was indicative of my new life.  It would hurt, it would hurt so much that most days I would not be able to stand it.  My life would also take a form of its own.  It would be shaped however the Gods wished for it to be shaped.  I could only hope that I would always have someone  there to pick up the pieces and make me over, whole, reshape me and make me beautiful once again.

WC: 1,165
Total: 5,249

Sixth prompt.
Whoa! Time flies when you're having fun. Is everybody having as much fun as me?  Here comes the second to last prompt.
In this chapter I want something to break. It can be an object, a heart, an arm, use your imagination.
I also want to see it either fixed, repaired or at least see the involved character(s) figure out how to fix it.
Keep in mind that the next chapter is the last one. Don't start a whole new plot line. Keep the broken thing close to the main plot.
Entry due by July 27, 2009; 11:59PM WDC time.