TITLE: Own
AUTHOR: Gem
RATING: G
GENRE: Drama
WARNINGS: One Shot, slight shonen-ai
CHARACTERS: Sion, Saga, Mu
NOTES: This fic won my first contest held by redseapearl "Multifandom: Evanescence contest." What can I say? I was moved. I dedicate this fic to my Doko, to my and my Mu Shaka. \u0026lt;3
Guest
Final First Place
Possessing
Gem
grammar and syntax: 9
Perfect grammar, syntax, and good rich vocabulary is extensive. Smoothness and impeccable punctuation. Only in some places becomes rather difficult to understand the text and therefore is slowed down a bit 'reading. But otherwise nothing to say.
Relevance to the theme: 9
Inspired by a phrase from the song you wrote a concept not easy but I must say that you managed to make it very well! Characterization
Character: 10
I do not give out the maximum vote to this entry but I must say here that we want to own. Zion is perfectly characterized by: a man devoted to justice before his illness and his death is always thinking to Athena and its successor, and the affection for his little pupil, which makes it very human but noble at the same time, Saga possessed by the evil at times but regained the reason that soon after becoming permanently lost Ophion.
Originality: 9
The death of the former High Priest killed by Saga, but especially the use of mythological characters of Ophion and Eurynome you have permission to take a vote so high. The idea of sickness and old age of Sion, the way it made her very tangible and suffering are heard. Beautiful in my opinion the scene when the clash with Saga in which for a moment he sees the Elysium and after seeing this return to his imminent death!
Total: 37/40
≈ Possessing
" I have to be with you to live, to breathe.
You got me. "
Taking Over Me - Evanescence
was ill and he felt in his bones through his veins in his brain. The illness was slowly taking possession of him.
since he had noticed she could no longer raise his arm above his head, or getting up from a chair without the help of a maid, had established the presence of the evil which nestle in him because of age advanced.
Nobody could take care of the supreme healer, no one could heal the Great Priest.
And there, in the cradle precious two rooms above her, resting the baby Athena cloaked in delicate lace and veils. Thought he saw her move with small hands, human, and curl his mouth into a sweet face. Sion was again moved by the love that the Goddess showed just down to the humans to protect them and save them from the darkness.
often had pushed to keep the small arms among the old, so thin yet so noble, while copious tears coming down her cheeks, but noting that it could no longer hold even a small weight, he preferred not to Athena and the great risks run in the care of attendants last temple.
His eyes narrowed and turned the sheets of his bed, white, light, similar to the birthplace of the goddess, when they were a few maids to help him get off and get dressed.
I am a sick old man, he thought. The Sanctuary needs a young priest and strong.
Among the skirts of young girls, Sion saw a familiar face to which he devoted the last years of its existence. The small Mu, whose green eyes were the best I had ever seen, came up with respect to the imposing bed and looked down, mimicking a respectful bow.
Sion smiled and put her hand to stroke his cheek. Her adorable Mu was an exemplary priest, as he had learned from him many arts and many notions of a degree far superior to the other knights of gold. The only problem that prevented his appointment was the child's age, seven years ...
The maids waited on the door, then the High Priest waved goodbye and those who had to hide in the shadows of the palace, awaiting the moment doffing of man.
"Little Mu." She whispered, her voice deep grooves of the disease. The child, who had met the teacher several times in his private chambers, he climbed on the bed with respect, crouching between the arm and chest of the elderly man. He shook the hem of her dress, her lips curving down, and dared to raise his eyes on her.
For its part, the high priest had never so loved that ally prohibited from entering into private rooms or keep him company for a few minutes before dressing. As long as he had trained in Jamir, a place so dear, he got to spend with him most of the day, but received the armor of Aries - Once appartenutagli - Mu could be seen only in the morning and the teacher to a meal (it was customary to call one or more of Zion Knights to keep him company, Mu, and was always among them).
"Teacher." Whispered Mu. "... She shudders."
Wrinkles on the sides of the mouth of Zion thickens. Ignore the trembling of his arm had been difficult but not impossible, but hide it from others was almost a utopia. Stroked the hair of the child, affectionate.
"Every senior trembles." Hastened to respond, noting the old hand, curled, a gentle and snowy weather. "Awesome because its members are no longer necessary, and his heart rate ignores the pain of the body."
"Master, if you ask the maids to bring cold other blankets."
The ingenuity of Mu Sion made her smile. He saw a bit 'self in the face of the child himself, he saw a young, stubborn, handsome, a self that was not a priest and did not believe that it would never become, a self that looked exactly like his old master Mu was with him, gently, thoughtfully, lovingly.
did not know if the Lord of Jamir, so they called him, he used his face in the mirror. Zion I certainly would have been proud, but at the same time wondered how he could stand comparison with him. Wise
how? Strong like? Or ... no?
E Mu? Mu suffered upon himself the comparison with the high priest of his master?
Zion's still stirred her hair.
"Mu, of course it is hard to hide something." He smiled, wished to lie. "I fear that the autumn this year is colder than usual. "
" He wants to ask that the blankets? "
" No, Mu little. "and pressed him in the chest in that picture as intimately as melancholy. "A High Priest must be virtuous, not spoiled. Also, I'll take off my few minutes, and you must wear the remains of Aries. "
Mu covered her mouth with one hand. Would have seemed embarrassed at all except in Sion, whose wrinkles of the eyelids slowly softened.
"You are my beloved disciple, it is true. However, six the knight of Aries, and you do not longer allowed to introduce the high priest without your holy armor. "she whispered.
Suddenly, a tremor ran through the the right shoulder and paralyzed his arm, which fortunately was not one with which caressed Mu. Sion tried to lift his fingers, he struggled to control his hand, but every joint, every muscle ached more than any attack suffered in battle.
paid no attention to the response of Mu, and if they repented. His eyes pointed at the limb aching with hope you can order with a glance, the immediate recovery. A crescent-shaped scar, which was based on the index knuckle and ended up one of the little finger, and the pulsing vividly reminded all of a sudden a few weeks before the event.
's eyes widened. If
had not seen, would never have remembered that scar because he had reason to exist. Mu silence, worried, noting the loss of the teacher, Sion himself realized that the gaps in his memory began to take shape with bullying, throwing him into the darkest affliction to army chief of saints, there was an old man and weak.
invalid A man, admitted his conscience. What injures himself.
"Master, you feel ill?"
That chalice, the chalice that held it was crushed on the table prepared, oh, goddess of mercy, only you could understand how much the scene has upset the anguish and the Priest ' mood of those present: Mu had thrown the pieces to raise the hand of Zion, and atrophied because of the accident, Sagittarius, conscious of the increasing age of the priest was ordered to remain calm to reassure her brother Leo, in tears at the mere sight of blood (there was a time when Leo s'impressionava, and then laughing or crying, time to leave came when he took away the evil god good god).
How can I defend the Goddess? wondered, and covered his eyes with his good hand of Mu. I'm not able, I'm not able.
slid a tear on his face faded.
I ...
Mu could not see, so Sion granted another tear.
appoint my successor.
The pain in his right arm quieted, but not fooled by Sion quell'effimera feeling of salvation. He could not write or eat. He could not hold his goddess, nor embrace his pupil.
The disease was a large black spot, a stain of ink, which flowed into his body infecting its cells, once precious pages for the entire Sanctuary. It was owned by a huge physical evil.
today. Today will appoint my successor.
"Do not ... do not cry." Mu spoke, despite blindfolded. Sion had told a lie, that was hard to hide something, but could not ignore the strong bond that bound him to the little boy nestled against his chest.
few were the last descendants of the continent of Mu, and its two representatives were Aries and the Great Priest. Perhaps wearing the same armor and hardened a child of his own character had created a contact between the brain, stimulated both the skill possessed telepathic.
There were times when Sion peered into the mind of Mu, was reading his fears, his ambitions, and they were also times when Zion became an open book, perhaps dusty and long, but full of wise words that Mu had learned to know and love.
What was happening was exactly that, though Mu was to take the first step in the psyche of the master. The encircled his neck with thin arms (the label, Mu, it did not matter) and inspired her unique scent of jasmine, lavender and jasmine.
In the past, Sion had anything smell. Her skin was marked on the essence of the lychee, the most sublime fruit, abandoned to wear the helmet of the priest.
love one person at the cost of alienating the entire world is important protect the justice told him who wore litchi in his life, and their love. But Zion could no longer share this thought once awarded the maximum grade the officiating, and thought it well to say goodbye to the past, to build a wall between Sion and Priest, changing even the fragrance itself.
"You are the noblest man I know. And the strongest. "Mu said.
China whispered something, but the child's voice was clearer: "I'll be like her."
With the healthy arm, encircled the shoulders of Mu and drew him even closer. He was not afraid to die, Zion, was not afraid to die or not to age or to cope with the disease. Sion was afraid of failing to protect the great Athena and make mistakes in naming his successor.
Sion was not afraid to be himself.
"You do no wrong." He whispered in the boy, convinced and determined. "His choice will be respected by all."
A heart and mind open, Sion sighed.
"The mouth of the river reminds the elderly ... "and Mu, the river, looked timid in Sion, the mouth. "... That the source is not choice, but to emerge, because it is the source. And the source is nothing but a graceful dance in which everything comes down to a girl who loves his creations. "
Eurynome danced with him, burst open the eyes and showed him the source. Zion, rose just come to his senses right arm and a bell rang so came the attendants, kissed the student in her hair and pulled himself out of bed as much as possible.
Eurynome danced, danced, danced, but was just above the Ophion, hiding his light was not clear why the mother goddess in Sion riemergesse not from the darkness as it had in myth, and considered this as an ominous warning .
The disease was a large black spot, a stain of ink, which flowed into his body infecting its cells, once precious pages for the entire Sanctuary. It was owned by a huge physical evil.
disease Gemini was a big spot black, an ink stain, which flowed into his body infecting its cells, once precious pages for the entire Sanctuary. It was owned by a great evil.
see him get the altitude of the Stars, a place where only the High Priest could enter, he was disarming. The arm, no arms of Zion both ached, his body shaking uncontrollably and her face was sweaty, waxy.
Gemini would have thought that he was scared to death, but do not think so, because Ophion was in him. And Zion had rightly recognized Eurynome appointed successor, while Ophion rages on him. The first shot
came close to the heart.
lost the helmet, be returned to Zion of Jamir.
seemed to have opened a way for him bright, full of lush trees, litchi, pointing to the sky. He took a step and touched a branch, but his hand slipped. If he said.
It was not the hand of an old man, no, it was white and smooth, soft, smooth, not unlike that of the reborn Athena or small Mu.
groaned.
not explain why it was learned from the way he found himself shining in the palace of the Star Hill, leaning against a column, smeared with blood, gasping: his clothes were heavy, ripped at the heart.
He felt possessed.
death.
from me. I have.
Behind him, a grotesque to him that he could have also Ophion Gemini, and everything about him screamed malignancy. He approached the old priest, who had heroically resisted the attack: any rider would have died instantly.
I am sick and wounded.
groaned, leaned forward.
I have to protect the divine Athena!
slammed against huge glass window that he, himself, had wanted to place on the height of the Stars. Not for vanity, far from it: a glimpse of his image gave Sion, while still a young priest, the certainty of not being alone.
Why was the High Priest, but hidden in his soul, even Zion.
spat blood ended up on the reflection of his face. One eye was closed, the other continued to watch, powerless to the death of its owner. Gemini And he laughed, he laughed and growled, raised a gold dagger and burst into tears.
If Zion had died, the goddess would be in danger. No one could tell Eurynome except him, no one felt Eurynome, please! But Ophion was too close to escape it.
Zion was able to make a fist, the fist with the crescent, and banging on the glass. Primal's treacherous scratched his cheek, splinters friends came up with the body of Ophion.
A snake, however, is slippery, a snake does not die because it is attacked by case basis. A snake Ophion die if Eurynome kills him, otherwise he will reign in the chaos.
"Athena ..." Zion groaned.
Crescent bled.
the dagger from the heart behind the torture.
Ophion laughed and cried, but at the same time either laughing or crying. Ophion owned Gemini, Gemini had Zion, and Zion had owned the Great Priest.
Death is coming down on Zion, both Gemini. The sword hovered over the heart with no life of Zion, which he had before him only the way of litchi, the path of light, and the Lord of Jamir who took his hand and said, "My disciple."
Athena crying in his cot.
The mirror shattered everything to the last convulsive movement of the old: the glass and a body fell on the marble streaked with blood, and everything seemed to join in the dance of spring Eurynome. China cried mercy, the river could not find the mouth: the blood of Zion wet his lips as he did once fresh litchi juice ...
The High Priest had left that Zion die owning it. On the ground, his face torn, tortured his chest, the heart of the Zion Jamir, devoted to Athena.
E Ophion dropped his dagger, but not Eurynome came to punish him. He was crying, just crying. Now.
Ophion Now that was not there.
Saga of Gemini Ophion was killed for a few seconds, allowing your mind to possess them. He could finally breathe, could live.
Living a life after death ...
Ophion returned.
"Owning ... I can not ..." he thought, Saga, accepting Ophion. He bent over the body of Zion, stripped him, left him on the floor without any care as he prepared to pose as High Priest. "I I possess."
Saga - not Ophion - cursed Zion. He had managed to die possess, but he does not like to live.
≈ Taking Over Me is a song by Evanescence, and I interpreted in a manner other than that common. For Ophion and Eurynome Pelasgian I refer you to the myth of creation for me is very nice, not at all inferior to that of Uranus and Gaia. Regarding the death of Zion, I had read that he was sick in the last years of his life, but obviously it was a fanmade. I adopted the same for this fiction, pardon the freedom \u0026lt;3
Gem!
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