Past Reflections: Part Four
Mescasho and Yalina
"Dudette, we're not getting anywhere."
Yubioke ignored the remark for the hundredth
time, biting her lip in fury. If that idiotic Acara asked that question one
more time... she would deck him. Mesbeto opened his mouth again, and, hearing
him inhale and prepare to talk, Yubioke clenched her fists.
She decked him.
Mesbeto whined endlessly after that, touching
his sore head and whimpering. Yubioke snickered at him. "Mesbeto, by now you
should know how to keep your mouth shut."
The Aisha was stopped short as she ran face-first
into a Bruce. Grumbling angrily, she made an attempt to shove past him, but
he held out a fin that blocked her way. Glaring angrily at him, she demanded,
"Walk much? Isn't there enough sidewalk for you to use? You may be large, but
I'm sure Meridell's big enough for you to stay outta my way."
Her smart remark was rewarded with a fin colliding
with her face, sending her to the ground. Mesbeto gasped, running to his sister,
all the while keeping a wary eye on the Bruce. "Dude, that was..."
Before he could think of more words to utter,
he was grounded along with his sister. Yubioke snarled, sitting up, and threw
herself at the enemy's foot. She sunk her catlike teeth into the webbed fin,
and the Bruce sneered in reply. He shook his foot hard, waving her roughly off.
The Aisha landed roughly on the ground, moaning slightly and clutching the grass
to ebb her pain. Mesbeto ran to her side, his cheek seemingly aflare with pain,
and he swung her arm around his shoulder. "This is totally insane," he mumbled,
turning and making an attempt to run. The Bruce was suddenly hot on their heels,
despite his massive girth.
Mesbeto turned a corner, his heels flying across
the ground as if they were on fire. Yubioke, having a slender frame, seemed
hardly heavy to him. And... Mesbeto blinked in slight confusion... something
was speeding him up. He felt strange power flooding through his limbs, encouraging
him to use it in other ways.
It was encouraging him to attack. Pressing the
power back and questioning himself repeatedly, Mesbeto tried to adjust his mind
to finding a place to hide. Yubioke moaned slightly on his shoulder, showing
signs of growing consciousness. Mutely sighing, Mesbeto hurried through the
streets. Where to hide...?
Finding an ideal hiding spot (while hearing
the straining breaths of the Bruce behind them), Mesbeto dashed under the meat
stall that was owned by Mr. Wade. The Acara held his breath as the Bruce thumped
past, then sighed in relief. Yubioke groaned again, this time waking completely,
and looked around. "Where are we...?"
"Shut up, dudette," Mesbeto snapped, and Yubioke
was about to reply when Mesbeto shushed her again. "That guy's insane... but
then again..." he glanced over to his groggy sister and felt a sigh escape his
lips. "...our family is kind of used to maniacs, aren't we..."
"What are you muttering about?" Yubioke half-snapped.
Mesbeto shook his head. "...nothing."
A loud shattering sound snapped the two pets
from the quiet safety of their hiding place - the Bruce looked at them with
a lifted eyebrow and sneered. "Betcha you thought you could hide from me, eh...?"
At first, Mesbeto reacted on fear and blind
natural reactions, but he was quickly stopped. In a pathetic attempt to smack
the enemy's flipper away, a torrent of water was released from his paw... upon
this happening, he gazed at his limb in bewilderment. The Bruce lay on the ground,
having been blasted thoroughly, and blinked in amazement. "You?" With an abrupt
lunge he came forward, this time fully intent on Mesbeto. "You little--!"
"Ah!" Mesbeto cried as he was shoved back, and
Yubioke let out an unusual whimper when her brother was seized around the throat.
The Bruce looked evenly pleased with himself,
and he hissed into Mesbeto's ear, "Heh heh, my boss is going to be happy with
Mesbeto was about to reply, but the grip on
his throat tightened and he choked in agony. Yubioke cried out in rage, finding
the nearest weapon - a broom - and smacking the Bruce fiercely with it. "You
jerk, let my little brother..."
The fin descended to smack Yubioke again; this
time she was ready, and she ducked, smacking him all the more with her broom.
"If I had my weapons, I'd slice you up!" she cried pathetically. Onlookers were
scarce; they all seemed intent to pretend the argument wasn't even going on.
Yubioke looked around fearfully as Mesbeto made choking noises, his eyes were
slowly beginning to dim over...
"LET HIM GO, I SAID!!"
Something seemed to rush quickly through her,
inhabiting her veins and overflowing her mind. Yubioke half-shuddered, for it
stopped due to the warmth spreading throughout her body. Her arms raised without
her command - a scream that had not been hers had previously torn from her mouth.
Power flooded through her body and channeled into her paws, then burst forth,
taking the form of darkness. Yubioke could only watch in amazement as the Bruce
was knocked over a second time by the power, but did not rise up. The crowd,
now having forced themselves to become involved, stared. Many pets gasped in
amazement, a particularly brave Wocky ran forward. He felt the Bruce's chest,
then felt his throat and wrist. "He's not dead," he said with a sigh, and the
crowd seemed to deflate slightly.
"But she nearly killed him!" a woman screamed,
pointing a finger at the stunned Yubioke. "I-I saw it!"
Yubioke backed up, waving her paws frantically.
"N-no! It's not what it looks like... he was chasing us! We don't even know
Mesbeto grabbed her paw and pulled her through
the crowd. "Back off! World's biggest freak coming through!"
Yubioke smacked him roughly. "You're the last
one to talk! What was all that with the water coming from your paw?!"
Mesbeto shrugged. "I dunno... but hey, let's
make tracks before that guy wakes up, hmm?" Yubioke, despite the fact that she
usually didn't agree with Mesbeto, couldn't think of anything better to do.
She took a sad look back at the crowd - all of which were regarding her like
a horridly deformed monster - and ran on with Mesbeto.
"Mesbeto," she said quietly, taking advantage
of the situation. "I'm bound to be branded as a freak, right...?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"I think I should change my look a little, y'know,
so people don't... recognize me so fast." Mesbeto took some time to warm up
to her idea, but when he did, he grinned deviously. Their owner had been saving
for something more expensive, but...
"How about... purple?"
"No way, I don't want those dumb orange spots!"
The Aisha took a moment, contemplating this.
Finally, she shrugged. "I guess, I mean, why not? I've been wanting to blow
some of that dopey owner's points for some time."
Everything was blindingly white for a few moments,
then the sounds of birds reached my ears. The light began to fade, and I was
readjusting to the new scenery around me. Different smells from those in the
lab met my senses: plants, fresh air, freshly baked goods, and other common
rural scents. My eyes were also adjusting, allowing me to take in the sight
of my surrounding. Trees surrounded the area, clustered around a few fields.
Upon taking a closer look, I could see that the plants they were growing consisted
of corn, potatoes, carrots, and cabbage.
All of my senses had returned, save for my ability
to feel. My body was numb all over, leaving me with an empty air. I looked down,
to at least make sure that I had arrived all in one piece, and found that I
was partially transparent. I made an attempt to pinch myself to have my paw
fade through my targeted arm.
I looked down, gasping and trying to flail my
wings when I found that I was suspended in midair. My wings seemed to refuse
the command, as if knowing that I was perfectly fine without them. I tested
my movement; I was able to swing slightly in midair, but I couldn't make myself
move. Sighing, I waited for a moment, taking the complexity of the situation
A silver mass seemed to gather near me, and
I turned/swung to look. MirrorEyes took a semi-transparent form next to me,
regarding me with a lazy eye. "You wanted to see what happened, right? I won't
do this twice."
He leaned downwards and was propelled forward.
I followed after at a clumsy swing. "W-wait..." I felt air whoosh past me as
I flew downwards, then touched the ground and stumbled again. "Argh..."
MirrorEyes sighed, then said, "Look, we can't
be seen. Just follow me and watch, I don't want any questions or stupid things
like that." Then he was off again, and I followed less clumsily. I felt a little
annoyed - since when did he treat me so coldly? It was annoying that he acted
like I was a little kid...
We sped along the dirt road, passing by other
pets without regarding them. I could vaguely hear the common chatter of the
villagers, but then again, I supposed listening to them talk wasn't MirrorEyes's
idea of amusement. He was probably more intent on getting to the point of his
The scenery suddenly changed dramatically; we
were whisked from the forest road to a small village. Trees still surrounded
the outskirts of the small town, but it was also alive with activity. Pets in
nearby stalls hammered away on newly forged weapons, while others advertised
their home-made goods to the citizens that were window-shopping. Kids ran around,
playing with sticks and dirt and the like, while there were hardly any things
like toys for them to play with in the vicinity.
A loud, clear voice caught my attention, and
the transparent MirrorEyes turned to look upon the caller. I turned also, moved
by the suggestion that anything he was paying attention to must have been important.
"Yalina, Mescasho, look!"
A young Christmas Zafara, actually looking about
Hiterkuna's age, walked into the village with something silver and red slung
over her back. I looked closer and suppressed a gasp when I saw a young silver
Draik, severely wounded in many places and unconscious (or worse?). MirrorEyes
said nothing, but an interested look crept onto his features, and I wondered
why he was examining the child. Then I realized, and wanted to smack myself
for my stupidity - this was the younger version of MirrorEyes.
A Darigan Aisha and a Striped Acara came out
slowly at first, but when the saw the burden the girl was carrying, they came
at a run. The Acara, a male with a green tunic and a bow with arrows slung over
his shoulder, carefully pulled the child from the Zafara's back. The Aisha,
one who was donned in a black cloak and looking solemn, pulled another cloak
from her pocket and replaced the Zafara's tattered cloak, then led her inside.
I judged by female appearance that this could be Yalina. The other one must
have been Mescasho.
We followed the three into the tent, all the
while being completely unnoticed by the pets in the village. Mescasho put the
child down on a small mat, then pressed a washcloth to his forehead. He was
young - maybe a little older than Hisika. Yalina looked a little younger than
me, and I figured that this was the time before MirrorEyes's had been killed.
They still had time to become a family, I supposed.
Hisika leaned back, panting. "I healed some
of his major wounds, but I couldn't... I'm sorry..." Yalina put a comforting
paw on her sister's shoulder. "We don't expect much of you, you're still just
a child." The girl nodded, still looking a little forlorn. I couldn't help but
realize that she held a remarkable resemblance to Hiterkuna. The others also
looked very much like my siblings... I wondered, were Yubioke and Mesbeto the
reincarnated forms of these two?
"Hisika, have some rest," Mescasho said. "When
you're at full health, you can help him more later." Hisika nodded, and Yalina
helped her up and escorted her to her room.
"They all seem very close," I remarked calmly,
and I wasn't very surprised to hear my voice echo.
MirrorEyes nodded, smiling warmly at his family.
"Things were very happy back then. Too bad... it all ended." The last sentence
came out sadly.
"Why was that?" I asked, confused.
"I made a promise for something I couldn't keep,"
he said sadly. "When the pet I had made that promise to came to collect on her
reward, she killed me in the process."
To be continued...