Dreams of Arcadia Prologue
Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2003 4:56 pm
Summary: He never had the chance to her I Love You. He never had the chance to say his final goodbye. He never had the hope to ever see her again. That is... Up until now...
Here is another story. This was actually written quite a while ago. It was going to be a one parter, but I decided to turn it into a series. I know most of you are waiting for Forgotten Secrets fourth chapter. And I am really sorry I haven't posted it yet. I know what I want to happen, I am just having problems putting it on paper >.<
Standard Disclaimer Here
Dreams of Arcadia
By Mystical Angel
Rated PG
Posted October 25, 2003
~*~Prologue~*~
"What is going on, Tink?" asked a man in his late thirties.
"You are home, Peter."
"Home..." said the man, a small smile gracing his lips.
"And my children?"
"They are safe."
"Peter?" asked the small faerie.
"Yea Tink?"
"I meant what I said today..." Tinkerbell said hesitantly, "I do love you."
The man, named Peter, stared silently at the little faerie, "Will you come home with me Tink?"
"You know I can't Peter."
"I know you can't be here right now. If you are here right now, why can't you come home with me?"
"I now only exist in the moment where you are awake, yet still dreaming."
"But Tink..."
"No buts, Peter. Although, if I could go home with you, I don't think I would."
"Why not?!"
"You love someone else Peter. I can barely watch you show your affections to another person, let alone live in the same house as her."
"I'll miss you, Tink."
"And I miss you Peter."
"You are my best friend in the whole world."
"I'm glad Peter."
Peter smiled to himself. He watched as Tink's small body became hazy, and the world around him began to become more focused. He could see the blue sky, the green trees covered in the layers of snow, and the sound of children playing near by. The clang of bottles banging against each other completely knocked him out of his reverie.
Although, before he fully woke up, Tinkerbell's blurry form, said quietly, "I love you Peter. I will always be waiting for you."
~*~*~*~*~*~
The sirens could be heard through out the small neighborhood. The flashing lights of red and blue shined into every room of each house. It's metallic color burning into everyone's eyes. Outside, in the shivering cold, bystanders stood behind the yellow police tape. Police officers and medical personal roamed the small yard of their beloved neighbor. A petite woman with black hair, sat on the cold ground, hugging her two small children to her breast. Silent tears ran down all of their cheeks.
Suddenly men in white, came out of the house. The pulled a stretcher along with them. On the stretcher laid a man. He wasn't old, but he wasn't young either. He was about forty, with jet stream black hair. If his eyes were open, they would have been a mysterious ocean blue, always twinkling with happiness and youth. But now, his eyes weren't open. And they weren't twinkling with happiness. Right now, he did not seem youthful, but can be described as more... old. He was old... and dying.
A scream rang through the air, as the petite woman saw her husband being wheeled out. Her children jumped in surprise, each one holding on tighter to their mother. The woman jumped to her feet, wanting to run to her fallen down mate. Police held her back as she painfully watch her husband put into the ambulance and driven away.
"My husband!!!" yelled the petite woman, "Where are you taking my husband!!!"
"Mam," answered a police officer kindly, "Please calm down. Your husband is being taken to Sacred Family Hospital. If you will follow me, I would be happy to give you and your children a ride there."
The woman nodded her head slightly, and followed the police officer. Her neighbors stared at her retreating form, sympathy in their eyes. She held that hand of her two children, their eyes gazing downwards. The mother of the two, wished with all her might that this wasn't happening. Her children did not deserve this, she did not deserve, her husband did not deserve this. To her self, she silently said a prayer. Praying to God, that her husband would live.
"Mrs. Raelene Shields?" said the man in the white doctor's coat.
The petite woman looked up. Her eyes were lifeless. Her tears had stopped. Her face was deathly pale. They had been waiting in the lobby for over four hours now. Her husbands fate was still undecided As the doctor stood in front of her, she felt a nagging pain in her stomach. For some reason, dread had over come her.
"Yes..." Mrs. Shields whispered.
The doctor looked at the woman, "I have news of your husband."
Rae dropped her gaze. She didn't want to hear the outcome. She didn't want to know what was to happen to her husband. It was to much to bare. She looked at her two sleeping children. Their faces usually were peaceful in their sleep, but not now. Worry and concern filled their features.
"As you probably know, your husband suffered from a Grand Mal Seizure." the doctor said continuing, "After a complicated surgery, we were able to stable him."
Rae looked up at the doctor. He was so emotionless. His face held no feeling, his voice held no warmth. He was just a robot, a drone. In fact, the doctor did have feelings, but after years of experience, he learned it was best to hide them. The family seemed to do better, when they knew their doctor did not let his feelings get in the way of the patient.
"Is he alright?" Rae whispered softly.
"I am sorry, Mrs. Shields." the doctor said, "He was in Status Epilepticus, meaning he remained in the state, where his brain uses up oxygen very rapidly, for more than five minutes. This was life threatening, and if he had arrived a couple minutes later, he probably would have died."
Rae began crying again, as the doctor continued, "He has entered the post-ictal phase, which can be thought of as the ?resetting' period. You can go in and see him now, but he will have no response to your presence. At this point, one of two things will happen. Either your husband will return to normal, or he will re-enter the seizure phase."
The doctor looked at the woman again, before quickly walking away. Rae stayed where she was. She collected her breath, and after a quick glance towards her children, she slowly got up and walked to her husbands room. As she approached the door, her courage seemed to falter, and instead she leaned her body against the cold surface, tears coursing down her cheeks.
Rae couldn't go this. She didn't want to see her husband. She didn't want to see him lying lifeless on the bed. She remembered just this morning, when he was awake and well. He was once again laughing and smiling non stop. Her eyes darkened at the memory of when he suddenly stopped his movements, and fell over, where he began having convulsions on the floor. The memory was too much to bare. If a memory was too much, how was reality going to be any better?
Heaving in air, Rae gathered her strength and opened the door. When she stepped into the room, what she saw faltered her. Her beloved husband lay on the hospital bed, wires and tubes were all around, connected into the wall or in his body. His face was deathly pale. He looked nothing like her husband.
The only thing Rae could recognize, was his midnight black hair. She had always loved his hair. She said it reminded him of the time when they first met... In the dead of night. She slowly took a seat next to his bed, her hand grasping his. She brushed locks of stray strands of his hair and stared into his pale face. She willed everything she had in her, to try and make him open his eyes, but, as expected, nothing happened.
"Oh Darien!" Rae cried out loud, "Please come back to me!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
His groan echoed through the air. Darien lifted his head from his sprawled position on the ground, "Where am I?" he said painfully.
Darien took in his surroundings. He lay on a blanket of green grass. His mind started registering, and he recognized his house behind him. He recognized his neighborhood. Although something nagged him at the back of his mind. This looked like his neighborhood, but then again it didn't.
Slowly, Darien stood up, and began walking toward his front door. He entered and was greeted by silence. Usually one of his kids would be running up to him, eager to tell him about their day. Though today, no little body greeted him. He strained his ears, trying to pick up any sounds of family. Whether it be his kids playing, or his wife cooking in the kitchen.
"Rae! I'm home!" he yelled. Once again he was greeted by silence.
Darien walked over to the living room, surprised at how gloomy it seemed. Usually his house was filled with sunshine and warmth. Though besides that nothing else was different. But he still had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. He felt everything was different, but it just didn't look that way.
"Darien! Where are you?!" a feminine voice yelled.
Darien sighed in relief. He walked to the spot where he heard the angelic voice. As he approached the spot, he did a double take. Instead of seeing his fiery, dark, beautiful wife; he saw a sunny, golden angel. His face paled.
"Darien?" said the angel, "Are you ok?"
Darien didn't answer. His eyes just widened, his jaw dropping in shock. It was his angel. His everything, his soul mate. He should have been jumping up and down with joy, but... It just wasn't possible. It couldn't be true. She couldn't be standing there. She was just an apparition, nothing more.
"Darien?" she said, laying her hand on the man's shoulder, "What's wrong? You look like you have seen a ghost!"
"Holy Mother!" Darien yelled. He backed up from the woman, only to trip over a table and land flat on his behind.
Her sweet laughter filled the air, "And you call me a klutz!"
"I... I... I..." Darien mumbled.
"You what?" asked the young girl, "Are you ok Darien? You're acting very weird."
"I.. I... You are supposed to be DEAD!" Darien said suddenly, yelling it at the girl.
"Dead?! Are you trying to play some trick on me? Because it is not funny!"
"I don't understand." Darien whispered. He got up from his sprawled position and faced the woman before him.
"I must be dreaming... But you seem so real..."
"Of course I am real Darien Alexander Shields!"
"But you're supposed to be dead..." Darien whispered.
"What are you talking about Darien?" the girl said annoyed, "I am not going to die till I am eighty years old, and considering I am only sixteen, I have a ways to go."
"SIXTEEN!"
"Uh, yea!"
"How can you be sixteen?! It's year 2003!"
"What! Did you hit you head or something?! It's only 1979!" the woman said.
"It can't be..." Darien whispered, "I am forty years old."
"Yea right, "said the blonde angel, "And I was born a million years ago and am a long lost princess of the moon.. Now that we know each others secrets, quit it Darien."
The woman turned around, and walked away, very agitated. Darien was dumbstruck. He was home, yet he wasn't home. He had no idea where he was. The last thing he remembered was eating breakfast with his wife and kids. He never expected to see her again. She was SUPPOSED to be dead after all.
Darien turned sharply on his heels to catch up with the ghost. Though, as he passed by the main foyer a reflection of light caught his eye. Darien turned his body, and caught sight of himself in the silver mirror on the wall. His eyes widened with disbelief. It was so unreal.
"Oh my god."
Darien tentatively reached a hand up and touched his face. His eyes were glued securely on his reflection. He smoothed down his hair with his hand, ran down the front of his shirt with his hand, and flexed his arm muscle repeatedly.
"I'm young... again."
It was true. Darien expected to see a forty year old man staring back at him, but instead a sixteen year old boy did. By this time he was thoroughly confused. He dazedly walked into the living room where the angel had sat on couch and began watching t.v.
"What are you doing?" he asked quietly.
"Finally!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up impatiently, "Something I can answer!"
Darien sat down on the couch, looking curiously at the girl in front of him, half expecting her to tell him what he was doing here, what she was doing here, and why he was wearing clothes that had gone of out style 20 years ago. Darien used his hand and swapped his long black bangs out of his eyes, sighing in frustration. He was so used to his always clean, immaculate hair cuts, he forgot what it was like to have it wild.
"I came here to tell you," the girl began, "that I talked to Mr. Fletchey today... You know.... About that math test. You see, I really need to bring my grade up and...."
The girl's voice tuned out in Darien's mind. She didn't what she was doing here. Darien was somewhat disappointed. Either he was dreaming, or someone was playing a really well thought out hoax that involved a great look a live actress and a bunch of rigged mirrors. It was simple as that.
"Second chance," the girl finished off, pausing for a sec, "So, you see..."
"Second chance?" asked Darien, his curiosity firing up.
"Yep, you were given a second chance." it was like fireworks were going off in his mind, he finally understood, "To tutor me for my math test. So, I don't fail the next one."
The girl beamed with innocence as she batted her eyelashes at Darien for effect. Darien sighed, she was exactly as he remembered her, "Sure Serena. I'll help you."
Her squeals filled the room as she enthusiastically jumped onto Darien, bringing him into a big bear hug, "Thanks Darien! You're the greatest! I know I won't fail highschool as long as I have you."
Darien stared down at the blonde girl currently situated in his arms. Her eyes were closed, and a small smile donned her lips. Yes. She was exactly as he remembered her. Innocent, pure... Angelic. Darien didn't know what was going on, but he was liking every second of it.
Here is another story. This was actually written quite a while ago. It was going to be a one parter, but I decided to turn it into a series. I know most of you are waiting for Forgotten Secrets fourth chapter. And I am really sorry I haven't posted it yet. I know what I want to happen, I am just having problems putting it on paper >.<
Standard Disclaimer Here
Dreams of Arcadia
By Mystical Angel
Rated PG
Posted October 25, 2003
~*~Prologue~*~
"What is going on, Tink?" asked a man in his late thirties.
"You are home, Peter."
"Home..." said the man, a small smile gracing his lips.
"And my children?"
"They are safe."
"Peter?" asked the small faerie.
"Yea Tink?"
"I meant what I said today..." Tinkerbell said hesitantly, "I do love you."
The man, named Peter, stared silently at the little faerie, "Will you come home with me Tink?"
"You know I can't Peter."
"I know you can't be here right now. If you are here right now, why can't you come home with me?"
"I now only exist in the moment where you are awake, yet still dreaming."
"But Tink..."
"No buts, Peter. Although, if I could go home with you, I don't think I would."
"Why not?!"
"You love someone else Peter. I can barely watch you show your affections to another person, let alone live in the same house as her."
"I'll miss you, Tink."
"And I miss you Peter."
"You are my best friend in the whole world."
"I'm glad Peter."
Peter smiled to himself. He watched as Tink's small body became hazy, and the world around him began to become more focused. He could see the blue sky, the green trees covered in the layers of snow, and the sound of children playing near by. The clang of bottles banging against each other completely knocked him out of his reverie.
Although, before he fully woke up, Tinkerbell's blurry form, said quietly, "I love you Peter. I will always be waiting for you."
~*~*~*~*~*~
The sirens could be heard through out the small neighborhood. The flashing lights of red and blue shined into every room of each house. It's metallic color burning into everyone's eyes. Outside, in the shivering cold, bystanders stood behind the yellow police tape. Police officers and medical personal roamed the small yard of their beloved neighbor. A petite woman with black hair, sat on the cold ground, hugging her two small children to her breast. Silent tears ran down all of their cheeks.
Suddenly men in white, came out of the house. The pulled a stretcher along with them. On the stretcher laid a man. He wasn't old, but he wasn't young either. He was about forty, with jet stream black hair. If his eyes were open, they would have been a mysterious ocean blue, always twinkling with happiness and youth. But now, his eyes weren't open. And they weren't twinkling with happiness. Right now, he did not seem youthful, but can be described as more... old. He was old... and dying.
A scream rang through the air, as the petite woman saw her husband being wheeled out. Her children jumped in surprise, each one holding on tighter to their mother. The woman jumped to her feet, wanting to run to her fallen down mate. Police held her back as she painfully watch her husband put into the ambulance and driven away.
"My husband!!!" yelled the petite woman, "Where are you taking my husband!!!"
"Mam," answered a police officer kindly, "Please calm down. Your husband is being taken to Sacred Family Hospital. If you will follow me, I would be happy to give you and your children a ride there."
The woman nodded her head slightly, and followed the police officer. Her neighbors stared at her retreating form, sympathy in their eyes. She held that hand of her two children, their eyes gazing downwards. The mother of the two, wished with all her might that this wasn't happening. Her children did not deserve this, she did not deserve, her husband did not deserve this. To her self, she silently said a prayer. Praying to God, that her husband would live.
"Mrs. Raelene Shields?" said the man in the white doctor's coat.
The petite woman looked up. Her eyes were lifeless. Her tears had stopped. Her face was deathly pale. They had been waiting in the lobby for over four hours now. Her husbands fate was still undecided As the doctor stood in front of her, she felt a nagging pain in her stomach. For some reason, dread had over come her.
"Yes..." Mrs. Shields whispered.
The doctor looked at the woman, "I have news of your husband."
Rae dropped her gaze. She didn't want to hear the outcome. She didn't want to know what was to happen to her husband. It was to much to bare. She looked at her two sleeping children. Their faces usually were peaceful in their sleep, but not now. Worry and concern filled their features.
"As you probably know, your husband suffered from a Grand Mal Seizure." the doctor said continuing, "After a complicated surgery, we were able to stable him."
Rae looked up at the doctor. He was so emotionless. His face held no feeling, his voice held no warmth. He was just a robot, a drone. In fact, the doctor did have feelings, but after years of experience, he learned it was best to hide them. The family seemed to do better, when they knew their doctor did not let his feelings get in the way of the patient.
"Is he alright?" Rae whispered softly.
"I am sorry, Mrs. Shields." the doctor said, "He was in Status Epilepticus, meaning he remained in the state, where his brain uses up oxygen very rapidly, for more than five minutes. This was life threatening, and if he had arrived a couple minutes later, he probably would have died."
Rae began crying again, as the doctor continued, "He has entered the post-ictal phase, which can be thought of as the ?resetting' period. You can go in and see him now, but he will have no response to your presence. At this point, one of two things will happen. Either your husband will return to normal, or he will re-enter the seizure phase."
The doctor looked at the woman again, before quickly walking away. Rae stayed where she was. She collected her breath, and after a quick glance towards her children, she slowly got up and walked to her husbands room. As she approached the door, her courage seemed to falter, and instead she leaned her body against the cold surface, tears coursing down her cheeks.
Rae couldn't go this. She didn't want to see her husband. She didn't want to see him lying lifeless on the bed. She remembered just this morning, when he was awake and well. He was once again laughing and smiling non stop. Her eyes darkened at the memory of when he suddenly stopped his movements, and fell over, where he began having convulsions on the floor. The memory was too much to bare. If a memory was too much, how was reality going to be any better?
Heaving in air, Rae gathered her strength and opened the door. When she stepped into the room, what she saw faltered her. Her beloved husband lay on the hospital bed, wires and tubes were all around, connected into the wall or in his body. His face was deathly pale. He looked nothing like her husband.
The only thing Rae could recognize, was his midnight black hair. She had always loved his hair. She said it reminded him of the time when they first met... In the dead of night. She slowly took a seat next to his bed, her hand grasping his. She brushed locks of stray strands of his hair and stared into his pale face. She willed everything she had in her, to try and make him open his eyes, but, as expected, nothing happened.
"Oh Darien!" Rae cried out loud, "Please come back to me!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
His groan echoed through the air. Darien lifted his head from his sprawled position on the ground, "Where am I?" he said painfully.
Darien took in his surroundings. He lay on a blanket of green grass. His mind started registering, and he recognized his house behind him. He recognized his neighborhood. Although something nagged him at the back of his mind. This looked like his neighborhood, but then again it didn't.
Slowly, Darien stood up, and began walking toward his front door. He entered and was greeted by silence. Usually one of his kids would be running up to him, eager to tell him about their day. Though today, no little body greeted him. He strained his ears, trying to pick up any sounds of family. Whether it be his kids playing, or his wife cooking in the kitchen.
"Rae! I'm home!" he yelled. Once again he was greeted by silence.
Darien walked over to the living room, surprised at how gloomy it seemed. Usually his house was filled with sunshine and warmth. Though besides that nothing else was different. But he still had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. He felt everything was different, but it just didn't look that way.
"Darien! Where are you?!" a feminine voice yelled.
Darien sighed in relief. He walked to the spot where he heard the angelic voice. As he approached the spot, he did a double take. Instead of seeing his fiery, dark, beautiful wife; he saw a sunny, golden angel. His face paled.
"Darien?" said the angel, "Are you ok?"
Darien didn't answer. His eyes just widened, his jaw dropping in shock. It was his angel. His everything, his soul mate. He should have been jumping up and down with joy, but... It just wasn't possible. It couldn't be true. She couldn't be standing there. She was just an apparition, nothing more.
"Darien?" she said, laying her hand on the man's shoulder, "What's wrong? You look like you have seen a ghost!"
"Holy Mother!" Darien yelled. He backed up from the woman, only to trip over a table and land flat on his behind.
Her sweet laughter filled the air, "And you call me a klutz!"
"I... I... I..." Darien mumbled.
"You what?" asked the young girl, "Are you ok Darien? You're acting very weird."
"I.. I... You are supposed to be DEAD!" Darien said suddenly, yelling it at the girl.
"Dead?! Are you trying to play some trick on me? Because it is not funny!"
"I don't understand." Darien whispered. He got up from his sprawled position and faced the woman before him.
"I must be dreaming... But you seem so real..."
"Of course I am real Darien Alexander Shields!"
"But you're supposed to be dead..." Darien whispered.
"What are you talking about Darien?" the girl said annoyed, "I am not going to die till I am eighty years old, and considering I am only sixteen, I have a ways to go."
"SIXTEEN!"
"Uh, yea!"
"How can you be sixteen?! It's year 2003!"
"What! Did you hit you head or something?! It's only 1979!" the woman said.
"It can't be..." Darien whispered, "I am forty years old."
"Yea right, "said the blonde angel, "And I was born a million years ago and am a long lost princess of the moon.. Now that we know each others secrets, quit it Darien."
The woman turned around, and walked away, very agitated. Darien was dumbstruck. He was home, yet he wasn't home. He had no idea where he was. The last thing he remembered was eating breakfast with his wife and kids. He never expected to see her again. She was SUPPOSED to be dead after all.
Darien turned sharply on his heels to catch up with the ghost. Though, as he passed by the main foyer a reflection of light caught his eye. Darien turned his body, and caught sight of himself in the silver mirror on the wall. His eyes widened with disbelief. It was so unreal.
"Oh my god."
Darien tentatively reached a hand up and touched his face. His eyes were glued securely on his reflection. He smoothed down his hair with his hand, ran down the front of his shirt with his hand, and flexed his arm muscle repeatedly.
"I'm young... again."
It was true. Darien expected to see a forty year old man staring back at him, but instead a sixteen year old boy did. By this time he was thoroughly confused. He dazedly walked into the living room where the angel had sat on couch and began watching t.v.
"What are you doing?" he asked quietly.
"Finally!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up impatiently, "Something I can answer!"
Darien sat down on the couch, looking curiously at the girl in front of him, half expecting her to tell him what he was doing here, what she was doing here, and why he was wearing clothes that had gone of out style 20 years ago. Darien used his hand and swapped his long black bangs out of his eyes, sighing in frustration. He was so used to his always clean, immaculate hair cuts, he forgot what it was like to have it wild.
"I came here to tell you," the girl began, "that I talked to Mr. Fletchey today... You know.... About that math test. You see, I really need to bring my grade up and...."
The girl's voice tuned out in Darien's mind. She didn't what she was doing here. Darien was somewhat disappointed. Either he was dreaming, or someone was playing a really well thought out hoax that involved a great look a live actress and a bunch of rigged mirrors. It was simple as that.
"Second chance," the girl finished off, pausing for a sec, "So, you see..."
"Second chance?" asked Darien, his curiosity firing up.
"Yep, you were given a second chance." it was like fireworks were going off in his mind, he finally understood, "To tutor me for my math test. So, I don't fail the next one."
The girl beamed with innocence as she batted her eyelashes at Darien for effect. Darien sighed, she was exactly as he remembered her, "Sure Serena. I'll help you."
Her squeals filled the room as she enthusiastically jumped onto Darien, bringing him into a big bear hug, "Thanks Darien! You're the greatest! I know I won't fail highschool as long as I have you."
Darien stared down at the blonde girl currently situated in his arms. Her eyes were closed, and a small smile donned her lips. Yes. She was exactly as he remembered her. Innocent, pure... Angelic. Darien didn't know what was going on, but he was liking every second of it.
