[h3][color=6ecff6][b]Reverio Galand[/b][/color][/h3]


[color=6ecff6][i]'Meditation...?'[/i][/color] Reverio's eyes slowly narrowed as he grew serious, not openly hostile but he became wary. The doctor, was suggesting to induce him into a trance, a state of mind akin to that of sleep, where your subcouncious would still be aware of the room around, whilst your active mind rested. Danger. A sense of danger came over him. The doctor's voice may have sounded fair and clear, but the meaning of his words were growing moment by moment. Still Reverio sat back in the chair, what game did the doctor think they were playing? In Rev's mind they had played chess all along, but then again... his entire life had been a match of chess. The doctor had made his move.

Simon was calling check, the black tower had moved into position. A tower is built gradually from the base, this doctor is the same. His actions had led him to this point where he would now attempt to subdue his patients. Danger. It swelled up like a pus filled wound. Then the young man felt it, like a vortex. A black hole drawing him in. His mind. No his body aswell was being induced by a poison of the mind. His memories flashing before his eyes, becoming mixed with his dreams and desires. He couldn't help but also feel some feeling of content. False salvation. While to most it would have felt appealing to slip into, Rev felt anger swelling up instead. At himself and others. 

The rebellion. The screams of the people of Vauquelin. The lamentation of the nobles as they were brought before the guilliotine. The young princess defiance to the very end, her pround walk to her doom, magnificent and tragic all in one. His brother ascending the wooden stairs to the execution grounds. How he would turn around, his gaze falling into the crowd, landing on just one person. A smile. A smile of content. Of final satisfaction. Defiance. A rebellion against a death that was destined, the wheel of fate aching, the skies shedding their many tears.

One of the twin stars had fallen, it's light fading forever, except in the memories. Reverie. He had already been sleeping since that day. A reversal of time, but only in a dream. The past twisting and turning. The crown falling, cling... clang down the large stone staircase. The scenery fading, yet the sound remain. Cling clang. The mirror cracking in twain, the face gazing into it, the crown wearing king giving his defiant smile before the mirror shattered into hundreds of pieces. Hurling out like shards of a falling meteor, burning into the atmosphere. Pillars would rise up from the earth, scorching it, a looming shadow in the distance, it's hungry red eyes seeking to devour it all. A hero clashing against it. A betrayal. A seal broken.

The light. A symbol of good and purity, twisted by time and destiny. Blinding. Deceiving.

[b]"Brother... Brother!"[/b] A voice in the dark, echoing out. Longing for the other half. Reaching out with it's hand, but there is none to grab.

[b]"My king! I will always be your shadow, I will always be there... until your dying day."[/b]

Then darkness again.

[b]"My brother, what are you...?"[/b] The prisoner king stood in his cell, awaiting the final curtain.

The peasant prince leaned in, his lips moving next to his brother's ear, a whisper followed by a smile, deceptive in nature. Betrayal most foul. An elaborate trap had sprung, and it's ending was seemingly unavoidable. A punch to the face, which felt like a stab in the back.

A golden mask bearing two faces, one smiling, another crying. Falls to the ground, the crown's sound in the distance letting it's presence be known. Cling clang. As it continued to fall down the long staircase.

[color=6ecff6][i]'The mask. A reflection. Of what I am, what could have been and what may still be. It should have been mine! But you stole it from me, my brother. How will I ever be able to forgive you? More importantly how will I be able to forgive myself? That's why I must... I must...'[/i][/color] The thoughts darkened, like a roaring thunderstorm in the distance.

A pair of footsteps soon relieved the thunder, of someone leaving a room. Then soon after... pain. A snapping pain. The blue eyed young man slowly opened his eyes, he felt drowsy, his vision slightly blurred, he looked down at his right hand, shaking... having managed to call forth a minor amount of light energy to scorch himself out of the trance. His breathing was heavy. The doctor was adept at his work, however the young man couldn't allow himself to be trapped. Yes, it was a trap wasn't it? Simon was treading into very dangerous waters, Reverio considered the option that if the doctor could somehow read minds or uncover the terrible truth. That his future intent would be laid bare, it would leave him no choice but to outright strike Simon down. He silently prayed this wasn't the case, and that they could both go their separate ways. Rev silently began to channel his power of cleansing his mind and body, hoping it would drive out any traces of what Simon had inflicted on him.

He had considered about doing as he originally had planned, to leave and be on his way after their talk. But after having witnessed and felt the power that Simon was holding, he just couldn't turn a blind eye. He wanted to find out what he was up to, were his intentions pure or were Rev's suspicion founded and he was up to no good. It was then he decided that the best solution were to pretend to be asleep. Had the other boy, Ken fallen prey to this sort of mental influence aswell? Questions remained to be answered.

One thing was certain, Simon was not to be underestimated. Would he be able to see through his attempts at deception? Only time would tell. Rev closed his eyes, mentally chanting his mantra to himself.

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