Chapter 2 - memories

Memories



A twelve-year-old boy in a darkened room, it was Goldeneye, reading a book. He was all curled up in a corner. A tall demon walked in: “Are you reading that junk again boy?”

“It isn't junk father, it's human literature.”

“If you like that human rubbish that much, then why don't you go live with them?”

Goldeneye looked up from his book: “Maybe someday I will.”

As a response his father hissed something like: “As if you aren't the laughing stock of our race already.” Then he left Goldeneye to his book. After a while Goldeneye sighed: “I'm afraid you'll never understand father.” He put his book down, stood up and stretched, then he also left the room.

He entered a great hallway, blue flaming torches gave of a dim light. Goldeneye started to hum something. Suddenly Raiko's voice echoed in the dark, Goldeneye couldn't hear it for he was but a memory: “What was that song again?” it was Blizzards voice that answered Raiko's question: “It's Odin's tears now be quiet!” Goldeneye's humming became a soft singing:



The Gods are always weeping

Up there in the sky

They are never sleeping

Forever by our side



But it pains them to see us

Working on our land

Odin's tears

Us crawling through our sand



They aid us in our time of need

As we walk in darkness

Through times of hate and greed

With us even at our hardest



Odin's tears

Odin's tears



Goldeneye's singing faded as he walked on in the hallway. He heard a loud discussion and stopped to listen. One voice, he heard, was his father's, the other belonged to Trinock a demon from his father's council. Goldeneye stepped closer towards the throne-room, so that he could make out what the two arguing elders were saying. Trinock was obviously angry about something: “We should advance now sire! Those apes have gone far enough!”

“What reasons do we have to assault the humans? They cannot harm us, we are immortal! Their kind is too far below us, below me!”

“That's exactly your problem father, you think you are superior but the humans are not as dumb they seem.” Goldeneye had entered the throne-room and totally surprised the two frustrated adults. The king looked at his youngest son: “Are you saying we should attack? Then I'm happy Ramses will be the one with the crown and not you!”

“I'm not saying that father, all I'm saying is that you should stop acting like you're on top of the hill, or must I remind you that our highest room is 10 feet under the surface?” Goldeneye paused for a moment, but then felt he had to add something to his little speech. “It doesn't matter what I say, you never listen to me anyway” Trinock got angry: “Maybe he would if you'd make some sense for a change!” Goldeneye sat down next to his father “I don't need to take that from you Sir Trinock.”

“Spoken like a true prince little brother.” Ramses a blue-winged and black-furred demon had also entered the room. Ramses was eldest of all princes and thus he was said to be his father's successor. Raiko however, remembered how Ramses had always told her he would pass his birthright on to Goldeneye. As soon as the king saw that Ramses had come in, he turned to Trinock. “Leave us, I wish to discuss this matter with my son.”

“But sire they aren't even fully grown yet, Ramses is barely 19! Not to mention Goldeneye!”

“Trinock…”

“As you wish sire.” Thus Trinock left the room. King Aberdeen looked at Goldeneye: “The same goes for you Gold.” Just as Goldeneye was getting up, Ramses turned to his father: “Let him stay father, he might have some good idea's and if not, he might learn something.” Aberdeen looked at his youngest son as he considered Ramses' idea “Perhaps you are right Ramses,” He smiled “maybe we can form him into a proper demon yet.”

Goldeneye sat down again, Aberdeen looked back at Ramses: “I assume you overheard my little disagreement with Sir Trinock? What do you propose we do?” Ramses had long fine blue hair and it often got in his way, he toyed with it while he thought. “Well, I do think something needs to be done about the matter, Goldeneye is right they aren't as dumb as their appearance suggests. We have one advantage however… they don't know we exist.” Goldeneye looked at his older brother. “You're right Ramses, my thoughts were to keep it that way. Father, we should delve deeper and block more entrances to the surface.”

“Why should we hide from them? I'm sorry Goldeneye but I think Trinock was right. We need to do something about those destructive apes now!" Ramses looked worried hearing those words: “Even start a war? There are too many of them father, for every human we slay there will be ten others to replace it. Even if the magical demons aid us, we just won't stand a chance. The mortals breed like rats!”

“Maybe you're right Ramses, but I'm not in the mood for a game of hide and seek with the mortals.” Goldeneye looked at his brother, then at his father, both seemed concerned and in deep thoughts. Goldeneye hesitated but then forced himself to tell his conclusion to his father: “It's your choice father. Either sacrifice our race to extinguish the humans, or risk our reputation by hiding.” Aberdeen still wasn't convinced and looked at Ramses for guidance. However Goldeneye wasn't finished yet. “I can assure you father, it won't be `just another war'. It will be a bloodbath and it will be our own blood we'll bathe in, not the humans'.” Goldeneye had pulled the plug by pronouncing Aberdeens worst fear: the entire destruction of his race. “You may have brains after all, my son. I will lose my reputation as a fierce king by doing this, but… I will order our people to be on guard and our diggers to delve deeper.”

“A wise decision father, you will not regret it.” Goldeneye had his ways to get what he wanted or in this case, to manipulate people to do as he pleased. He knew it was some form of magic, but at this point of his life he didn't know what kind. There had been no fire demons before him that were able to cast such spells. When Goldeneye discovered his gift, he decided he would only use it when he was absolutely certain of himself. Right now, he was sure he didn't want a war between the two races. Not just because the demons underestimated the average human intelligence, but mostly because the humans are obsessed with fighting, it's all they do and they love it. Goldeneye knew that if the demons would attack, they would suffer great losses, if they wouldn't lose the entire war in the first place. Gold suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder: “Daydreaming again? Go to your room, your brother and I will work out the details.”

“Yes father, right away father.” Goldeneye bowed, left the throne-room and once again entered the hallway.

When Goldeneye came back to his room, his five-year-old sister (Raiko) was sitting on the floor, around her she had gathered a pile of shredded paper. Just as Goldeneye was about to make a comment about the mess she had made in his room, he saw that the paper shreds were originally the beloved human book he had been reading and that Raiko had plans to add even more shreds to her collection as she opened yet another book about the history of Gothic Demons. “Mother Earth! Raiko put that down!” his sister looked at him, then at the book lying in her lap, then back at her brother again. She laughed as she started to shred the gothic demon tale. “Raiko, you pesky child! Put that down! I told you to put that down, NOW!” Goldeneye started to shout but Raiko wouldn't listen. “You curly pile of hellhoundshoot! Put, that, down!” The image started to fade, so Blizzard and Seth couldn't hear what else Goldeneye said. Raiko however, remembered it all to well and blushed in embarrassment.



Blizzard giggled as she saw Raiko's face turn red. “Was that you Raiko? I can't believe you did that… and I thought Blacklock was a dog.”

Seth smiled: “What I can't believe is that Goldeneye said that.”

“Well no-one asked you Seth! So shut up!”

“I will speak whenever I feel the need to do so, Blizzard!”

Blizzard hardly ever growled, but Seth was really getting on her nerves: “fine Seth, as long as you keep your trap shut about Goldeneye.” Luckily Seth wasn't looking for a fight. “Whatever you say love.” He said absently. Goldeneye's `passing on' had taken it's toll on every demon, but Blizzard couldn't handle it and no matter how hard the little air demon tried, she couldn't hide that. She had spent many years at his side and many dark creatures said she was nearly as powerful as he was. Blizzard herself, liked to joke about how strong she was but she had never made it a secret that she had once challenged Goldeneye's authority and lost on every scale. Raiko looked at Blizzard: “maybe we should let Seth tell the rest.” Blizzard objected: “No Raiko, Seth wasn't born in the revolution. Can't you tell me about it?”

Raiko closed her eyes. It had been a long time since the demonic revolution, but she still hated to talk about it. Blizzard wouldn't give up: “Please Raiko, pretty pretty pretty please” she put on her cutest face. Raiko stared at her for a while, but finally smiled. “If it makes you happy Blizz, I might have to disappoint you tough… I don't remember much, it all happened so fast.”

“Just tell us what you remember Raiko. We'll listen Blizzard and I.” Seth's voice sounded unnaturally friendly to Blizzard but Raiko didn't seem to notice, she just smiled, played with her long curly hair and thought about her past.







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