Combination of Characters

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is actually character development of two different people, which I want to tie into the same story as the same person in different lifetimes. It is a story of Karmic growth, romance, and destiny. Let me know what you think! I know I have to expand and tone it down a bit.

Submitted: March 23, 2009

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Over the years he had come to see the world for what it was. Where it had been, where it was, and where it was going. All of the bitterness, the sadness, the loneliness had eveloped him and seemed to swallow his heart whole at times. There were times of great faith when he seemed to have wings to rise above the world. Yet, still, there were horrible moments when his soul sank so far down into the depths of the darkness that it seemed no amount of beauty the world could show him would ever be able to lift him back up to the grandeur of the life that destiny promised him. Somewhere in the middle was the “normal” feeling. Human. While those moments were among the most precious, the majority of the time they left an uneasy emptiness that seemed to start the never-ending cycle over and over again. The infinite search of ultimate synchronicity often felt tiresome, and ultimately left a dualistic void within the mind and the soul. The years had been a never-ending cycle of abuse, short lived love, sacrifice, ultimate power, ultimate powerlessness, and eventually transformation.
Within his mind, in the entirety of his lifetime, he knew full well that he had the power within himself to stop it all. The choice, as is always the case within an exceptional fate built upon free will, had always been entirely up to him. Nonetheless he clung to the power that he had been granted. The power that he had earned. The power within himself that had given him the strength to endure the years, always teaching him and telling him what to do in order to follow the unbeaten path that was laid out before him. For to relinquish these gifts would ultimately drive him to insanity and in time be the death of him. The tears occasionally trickled down and washed the sorrows away. Other times there was a great anger from feeling like a puppet upon the strings in the hands of cruel gods that no longer attended the needs of the honorable. Through it all, however, there was still that inevitable choice lurking in the shadows not far behind. That choice that kept him awake many listless nights. That choice which had been given to everyone yet amplified in his own heart. It was all that mattered, and became the obsession that had kept him running in a roundabout loop that seemed to never get him anywhere but back to where he had begun. The choice was reasonably easy for him, however, the question whose answer had eluded him for years kept him from making it. Was the power of Love, indeed strong enough to salvage a dying species?


She sat on the beach as she usually did when the city was quiet and its inhabitants were sleeping. This was her favorite meditation spot. A most fantastic sight during the day. Beautiful sparkling white moonstone sand leading down to the translucent aqua waters. The water glimmering as it caught the warm rays of sunlight which gives life through casting its love upon the world. Tall palm trees were strewn about the side of the beach opposite the water. Their bark soft to the touch granting not only shade, but also a comfortable embrace to anyone seeking its solace. There always seemed to be a cool gentle breeze flowing in from the waters, and it would leave a sweet salty taste upon the nose and skin as it came in from afar to bring with it comfort and secrets from places she knew she would never travel to.
Yet, for her, it was a much more beautiful place in the darkness. The features of her retreat became softer somehow, and the nature around her seemed to become more alive, as if coming out to play when there was no one around to ridicule it. The wind became more comforting as it carried the dreams of those sleeping out upon the water and far away to be forgotten. Moonlight would cast a warm glow upon everything, charging the world with its motherly feminine embrace. The trees and plants even seemed more free to sway and dance in the breezes, singing songs of what they have seen. This was her magical place when the night fell and there was no one around to cast judgement or interruption. Tonight, however, she did not find much comfort. Her dreams and thoughts had been of a somewhat darker nature, and there was much to be sorted out.
Her days were peaceful. She was a healer in the temple. The High Priestess. Mostly her days were filled with singing praises and teaching the ways to those who chose to follow the path. However peaceful life had always been, her dreams were unspeakable. Her dreams had been those of massacre. Seeking a break from the harshness of her dreams, she would come and sit through the night and gaze upon the water. Lights from the city, and from far off, reflected upon the water and reminded her of a place she had been before, though she had never left the shores. To her, it was the most beautiful thing one could witness, and made her long for that home away from home which she could not quite describe. Many nights she would sit and cast her wishes upon the water. Her dreams, desires, and passions cast upon the water to be carried far away.

She was not to marry, as she was devoted to the service of the Temple. Secretly her heart yearned for the kind of love that we all experience at least once, and sadly most often lose grasp of. This secret caused much grief within her, for it brought about too many feelings of selfishness. So she would send her yearnings out upon the water to either be answered or absolved. Not that living in the Temple was a bad thing. The city was always filled with love and energy. There was simply a feeling deep inside of her telling her that her destiny lay upon another shore. Her guides had not been revealing much as of late. So she had been patient and trusted that all would come in due time. Everything always came in a timely manner, this would be no different.



Ryan closed his eyes and sat in the quiet to observe the wilderness about him. It was a rather quiet night, a new moon. And the dark world seemed to be silently basking in the fervent energy that the night was bestowing. Somewhere far off was the cognizant hoot of an owl. The water five feet in front of him steadily ebbed away and came crashing back upon the shore, causing tiny specks of the ocean to caress his body. Flames danced in the small fire he had built, the kindling below it softly crackling as they slowly burned to embers. A gentle wind which had an earthy smell to it casually swept across his body. As it swirled from his crossed legs and worked its way up to his head and into his ears, it whispered comforting words to him. All of this he took in, and saw the world through his closed eyes.
The area was secure. No one was around for miles, and of course he had set crystals for protection long ago when he first discovered this modest sanctuary.

His thoughts then tuned inward. His breathing was shallow, and his heart had been beating rapidly. Listening only to the sounds of his body, he calmed himself. The deep breathing and fresh air seemed to soothe his tense muscles, and all of the tension from his hectic day seemed to melt. He slowly extended his arms toward the sky, feeling energy flowing from his lower back up through his arms and out his hands. It coursed from his body up into the sky, and surrounded the area, then pushed outward and weakened as it moved out farther dying off to a small pulse. Conversely, an innocuous energy fell around him, coming down from the sky and surrounding him and filling him with equanimity. Slowly lowering his arms to a comfortable repose upon his legs, he then traveled slowly into the depths of his unconsciousness.

He found himself walking toward a gate. Enormous glossy black bars were interwoven into the most fascinating designs, with crystals and gems that seemed to emanate a sparkle so beautiful that would cause even the most ambrosial jewel to gasp in the splendor of the sight. Enormous white stones were in place surrounding the gate, and seemed to glisten themselves as if filled with pixie dust. In each stone various symbols were carved from an ancient alphabet the world had forgotten long ago. However, these were not new to Ryan. Destiny, Love, Service, Gratitude, Patience, Manifestation, Power. Symbolic reminders from the Gods of long ago when people still believed, meant to be translated as a key to peaceful living. When he reached the gate, he extended his hand and grasped one of the magnificent bars. A laugh escaped him as he felt a vibration trickle from the gate and flow down his arm and through his body. Blood rushed to his face, and his embarrassment appeared as a bright rose red upon his cheeks. He looked around to see if anyone was around to notice, much as a child playing with a forbidden toy, and found no one around to scold him. Gently pushing upon the palisade, he was surprised to find that it moved very easily.

On the other side, Ryan was walking down a path of prolific green grass with massive trees and beautiful flowers on either side. He glanced downward to his feet, and discovered that he was barefoot. The earth was soft against the souls of his feet, almost as if walking on a vibrant green cloud. The air was filled with the sweet perfume of the surrounding flowers. Birds were chirping all around, and an autumnal wind floated through the leaves of the trees giving the grand trees a soft welcoming voice. In the distance Ryan could hear the sound of water softly murmuring a beconing call that he could not resist. Deciding to investigate where he was being led, he walked along the path toward the sound of the water. As he walked around a bend in the path, Ryan found himself in an opulent garden. Carefully pared hedge animals seemed to be frozen in the middle of mischievous play. Glistening fountains with mystical beings were strung about and it was all connected with an elaborate stone walkway. In the center of this garden Ryan was surprised to see a table set up, and sitting at it was his favorite guide, Kali. She greeted him with an affectionate hug and offered him a seat and glass of tea.

The tea’s warm aroma tickled Ryan’s nostrils and the taste of it was sweet. Eventually others started arriving. Michael, Metatron, even Ganesh. They all talked amongst themselves as if they were dear friends simply talking about what was happening in their lives. Ryan expressed things he was stressed about, things that scared him, and things that he was sad about. They talked about things he wanted for his future, and advice was offered about how to get where he wanted to go. Soon Ryan realized that they were walking, and he had been talking about things he was noticing about the world and lessons he had been learning. They came upon a waterfall, and Ryan realized that it was the water that he had been hearing. Kali then kissed him upon the forehead, telling him how proud she was and reminding him that he was special. Ryan instinctively jumped into the water, and opened his eyes to find himself looking at the rising sun over the ocean. The fire had burned down to mere embers. He had been in meditation for hours, yet it felt like only minutes. A few moments of contemplation about the conversations he just had brought about a small smile and slowly he stretched his muscles and stood. “Thank you.”

Becoming aware of reality returning to his conscious mind, Ryan arose from bed with heavy eyes and a weary soul. Only an hour before work. As usual. An entry in the journal, possible book of shadows entry, shower, shave, put on the armor, then off to bear the world another day. The world was not that hard for Ryan to bear, it was the utterly normal world in facade around him. It was the fact that he had realized that he was living in a hell mouth, and was in service to it's spawn. And this had become his addiction. For Ryan was riding out a Natural Spell he had cast upon himself, in his own conviction. Who was he praying to these days? Himself. Every day he would get out of bed and pray to have the strength within himself to break the binds he had put upon himself. His mind would go through weeks of never shutting down, always working away to find that one bit of knowledge that would shed light upon the confusion all around. Spells, Psychology, Karma, Visions. Left and Right. The want to live a "Normal Life" with the excitement of Magik still in it rendered a ripple effect of chaos upon his life. Years of yearning and searching and knowledge did no longer fill his empty soul.

With all of the good that had been done, the nights were still filled with struggle. Ryan awoke with these thoughts right away. Laughter arose as he compared himself to The Hermit, which had been so dominant in his readings. Alone and Silent, learning, ever learning. The advice was simply to remember how to laugh, and give yourself what you are wanting. Ryan knew that there was more to his power than that. For he could see the effects of his powers. Knew them as well as he knew himself. He had broken through the Karma of his past lives, and stumbled as he learned to produce Natural Magik. He finally found some confidence in controlling his powers, and was at a point of simply waiting for the go signal. And on this day, he knew that Patience and Faith would be the electricity that powered the stop sign which he had been patiently sitting at for so long.

Such a long path, at times. There is enough Pschology and Karma from one lifetime to keep one busy for a good while. And Ryan was processing many at one time. For true balance was his goal, and the Scorpio within him made it obsession. He even found it amusing as he pondered what Psychology labels Magikal Junkies. A few years of solitude in a hell mouth had kept him Etherically under stimulated. And the gypsy spirit within him often felt suffocated. Denied the grasp of all his magik had brought into his life, yet still giving Hope to those merely looking for a quick fix in their utterly ignorant daily lives. He was well respected, and a bit wild. It was right after his 23rd birthday. Looking back, he saw horrible, horrible years that had left scars upon his soul. For he had mistaken what was supposed to be years of happiness for Rites of Passages meant to teach power, and humility. And he had lost everything that had been manifested. Forced to release the death grip he held upon everything he worked so hard to gain. He found himself back at the starting point of the race, revving his engine. Though he was back at the start line with knowledge of the track ahead, he traveled in the same car that was with him in his visions, and its engine had gone sensitive and tired.

This was how Ryan got ready to face his day. Meditating and Analyzing. And it continued until he was unconscious. This was what he felt like when he was three. And he remembered those sleepless nights staring at the ceiling. He saw Magik and Psychology in everything around. He became wise. The weight of the past carried a heavy burden on his heart, and it was the fear of bringing his desires into his life only to have them ripped away again kept him bound. He was bound to continue breaking his own heart over and over again until nothing could be done except putting the pieces back together and safe guarding it for the treasure it was. Things were different this time. He had a feeling deep within. A voice suggesting another Leap of Faith and the need for more protection. And as these feelings projected upon the world around him, Ryan saw confusion and frustration around him. All of his favorite feel good songs started only to remind him of the Magik he had worked while listening to them. The lyrics had become his life. Just another reminder to always be conscious of yourself. He had learned to become conscious of his thoughts years ago when the mental disorders started to disable him. As his thoughts and emotions started growing, he would often feel the constant urgency of self control. Years of daily searching for the root of the problems led into past lives and beyond.

Each time he would become more comfortable with the knowledge of who he was, Ryan would become more sensitive to everything around him. A person's power is in their emotions, and Ryan had learned to use this power. After years of learning how to control his Empathy while in a state of deep discovery did somewhat leave him exhausted. Yet he had gained control. As he awakened from his dream of being normal he found that time had stood still and he was still a child. A child with the knowledge of several lifetimes, stumbling through the present. But it was stumbling through the dark adolescence which made him strong at that point. He had manifested everything that he had wanted the best he could, and the pains of the past were fading to bittersweet memories. Yet, it was not the life that he had envisioned. This knowledge kept him sad and yearning to be the person that he knew he was. Each day became a constant prayer of strength to rise above, and each day was met with Patience and Understanding.

The longing to go to a home that didn't seem to exist anywhere in the world was not specific enough. As he went about his day, he saw what he liked and disliked in his life. For that was important to the building of his new harmonious life. But the most important feeling that never could be left out of the equasion was his heart. He was lonely. He was sensitive enough to know the people he dated, yet never saw the Light within them that enticed his soul. It was a fact in the spiritual world that his purpose was above being in love, yet his soul felt how important it was to experience it. There was nothing greater than being in love to him. To truly succeed in life, it was a necessity to him. For he saw all of the romance in his past lives and longed to feel that love again. He knew it is a basic Human right to feel loved, no matter who you are. It was his deciding factor in any decision that he made. And without the passion there, there was no decision made. Your world is what you believe it is, even when it falls apart. He simply needed to see what the world is like when it was not falling apart. Or being manipulated. There was too much guilt in casting at the time anyways, for knowing that everything he was, and everything he ever had was a result of his magik. He truly began, amongst the chaos, that True Love's Kiss was the only magik strong enough to save his weary heart.


The many nights of watching all of the energies floating upon the wind of the gentle waters, and sending her own out upon it, had given her the ability to
see the differences between them all, and also their reactions to each other. These were wishes. In time, she gained the ability to manipulate these wishes, and often found herself pairing the energies for balance. This is the ability that gained her the title of Wish Mistress. The people of the city would often tell her their wishes. At night she would find the wish, and energize the potential of that wish. This was the way that the temple was funded. The townsfolk provided for the temples and their servants, for the miracles of the Temples kept the townsfolk happy.
She was not like everyone else. She had been abandoned shortly after birth. Ariya had arrived upon the door step of the temple in a basket of gold delivered of anonymous means. It was written upon the temple that there was a glow of magnificence around her that had never been seen before. As she grew, she seemed to teach the temple concepts that they had not discovered before, and eventually reshaped the community. Her beauty was astonishing. Always she felt different. There was a feeling deep within,
a natural focus constantly nagging the importance of her destiny.

The view of the townsfolk often felt foreign to her, even their energies were different. Of course they never seemed to feel this. They merely saw her as The Priestess. She had her complete freedom, and was able to help keep everyone happy. Yet she often felt an emptiness within it all. Like there was something that seemed to be missing from inside of her. She was happy, yet there was that sense of lack from within. During the nights on the beach she would feel the energy that she was missing far away. She tried to draw it toward herself, and felt it want to come to her, for it also felt the incompleteness without her. He wanted to come to her from across the distances. He helped her remember who she was really meant to be. He promised to come for her, to take her away from the chaos which was emerging.


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