Date: Sat, 4 Oct 2014 10:42:36 +1000
From: Addisyn Draco Batchelor <addisyn.draco@gmail.com>
Subject: Ok. Ch.8-9

This story is a work of fiction. any similarities are completely
coincidental. 'Ok.' contains love and sex between teenage boys. Any mention
of celebrities or characters from tv is not an assumption of their
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same. It also contains some coarse language, just coz it's hard to write
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Dreams.

It was cold. And dark. And strangely familiar, as if I'd been here
before. I definitely wasn't at Toby's house... well, our house. I try and
adjust my eyes to the darkness so I could find him.

"Obi? Where are you? What happened? Where are we?"

Questions that I get no answers to. I rack my brain trying to remember the
events of the night leading up to now. Nothing. I walk around in the dark,
never running into anything. It was like there was nothing here. Like the
entire universe had just ceased to exist. This was probably a dream, but
even if it is, it's some dark magic. The subconscious mind rarely stays
still, percieving complete black is only barely possible. Even when we
close our eyes we see light. Theoretically. That idea might have to be
revised. I couldn't remember anything that happened last night to cause me
to be here

I began to get anxious. I try every light spell I know, but total darkness
prevails. Then I remember a proverb I heard once. 'The light is always
lowest right beside the candle.' I don't know why it popped into my head,
but it was the only idea I had.

"Maybe if I conjure a candle, the light from it will make it easier to
figure out where I am" I mutter to myself, not expecting an answer.

"Ax?" I hear, in the distance. There was no doubt it was my Obi. I conjure
a candle and light it with a click of my finger. It's not bright enough. So
I do the next best thing. I conjure fire in my hand, whisper a tracking
spell and set the ground alight. The flames travelled in a straight line,
lighting the path to Toby. I yell,

"I'm coming Obi! Stay with me!"

The fire begins to form a circle, revealing Toby. He was tied to a chair,
and had been beaten. His nose was bleeding and his eye and cheek were
starting to bruise. I saw red. My only thoughts are about helping my boy
and destroying whoever hurt him. I walk through the fire like it wasn't
there, untie Obi with a wave my hand and kneel down beside him and wipe
away the tears in his eyes. By now I know it's a dream, but a dream plagued
by dark magic is dnagerous.

"What happened babe? Who did this to you?" I demand. There's light and dark
in magic, and I was channeling every ounce of dark that I could.

"I don't know. I fell asleep next to you, and then I was here. Someone had
tied me here and was beating me. I tried calling you, but you weren't here!
I didn't see his face. He wants to keep us apart. Don't let him, please
baby!" He says, in between sobs.

"Never, babe, they can never tear us apart. I will not let it happen. I
promise." I hold him as close as I can. When I go to kiss him, a white
light begins shining between us. I stand back and watch Obi's wounds
heal. Within seconds he's perfectly healthy. Healing is not generally a
witch's power. That is a divine power, a witch's powers are earthly. This
couldn't have come from me, or from Obi. That is the last thought I have
before I wake up.

Brother.

When I woke up I saw that Obi was still asleep, without a scratch. I
quietly whisper a protection spell over him, shielding him from most dark
magic. He woke up, looking up lovingly at me. I tried to put the disturbing
dream I just had into a dark corner of my mind that I'll never see again. I
smile and ask,

"Morning baby, how did you sleep?" I ask.

"I had this weird dream." My blood turns cold. "I was tied to a chair and
it was pitch black until a ring of fire showed up around me..."

"Someone had beaten you up. And then I came along. Right?" I finish for
him.

"Yeah. How did you know?" He asks, shocked. I mean, seriously. You'd think
he'd stop being so surprised after a while.

"I had a similar dream, only I was stuck out in the dark. It was like
reality had unravelled."

"Yeah, exactly! As soon as I fell asleep someone was beating me
senseless. Then there was fire circling me. And then you healed me! And
your eyes were black. What was that anyway? And why did we have similar
dreams?" He asks in one breath. I honestly don't know the best way to put
it.

"Firstly, that was incredibly dark magic. My eyes were black because I was
ready to rip throats out seeing you like that. And I think we had those
dreams to warn us about something. You said he wanted to keep us away from
eachother. And I think I know why." I say, in way of brief explanation.

"And!?" He says, urging me to continue.

"I didn't heal you. The power to heal is divine. A witch's powers are of
the earth; fire, water, wind, earth and spirit. Healing is possible with
medical treatment, but not with a blinding holy light. Unless you know
anyone that can do that?"

"Hahaha, I know some pop stars who think the sun shines out of their ass,
but no."

I can't help but giggle. Then it hits me.

"Wait a minute. I don't have the power to heal, you don't have the power to
heal..."

"Yeah, we've established that. Rub it in, why don't you."

"But that's just it. Individually, we don't have that power. But we are the
greatest source of light in this dimension. Together, we possess a spark of
divine. Love is the most divine of all magic. We have enough of that to
bring eachother from the brink ad infinitum"

"Ad what?" He asks, confused.

"Ad infinitum. For infinity. It's Latin. I probably know too much of a long
dead language, but it's useful. Wait. Is that all you got from that?" I ask
smiling.

"No. I heard you. We're the divine hand on earth, our love is as epic as
Antony and Cleopatra and Romeo and Juliet combined. Anyone who wants to
fuck with us will know hell on earth. I think I just reached my surprise
threshold when you described my dream." As if his words were a cosmic cue,
the doorbell rings. Obi jumps out of bed and goes to the intercom. He
buzzes Laura and asks her to see to our guest while we get ready. We jump
out of bed and Obi decides to test his powers. He dresses himself in a pair
of black skinny jeans, spiked wrist cuffs and a Fall Out Boy shirt. I damn
near popped a hard-on right there. I decide to wear a pair of cutoff jeans
and a singlet, pulling it on as we walk down the stairs. We go into the
lounge room and my heart stops. Memories flood to me. Memories that were
erased from me when I was a child. My twin brother, Zayk.

My mind flashes back to when I was 3 in Sweden, when Zayk and I were
seperated. We couldn't be in the same place together without one of us
being injured.  Zayk is my exact opposite. One would think that my exact
opposite would balance me and we would work well together, but in this case
it is physically and metaphysically impossible. Sometimes, when a powerful
witch is born they have an equally powerful sibling, usually a twin. They
are the antithesis of eachother. Zayk is pure evil and loves to cause pain
and damage. Any type of damage at all. When we got to a certain age, all
memory was erased of eachother and we were sent to opposite sides of the
world. There is no way that him turning up is a good thing.

"Hello brother, it's been too long" Zayk says, a sadistic smile on his
face. Now, I say he's my twin brother, but he's a fraternal twin. He has
naturally black hair and dark brown eyes. Major contrast to my blonde hair
and blue eyes.

"Not long enough. What the fuck are you doing here?" I demand. "There's a
reason you were sent to Ireland."

"Nah. Too many red haired boys. Some of them were talking about Australia
just before I disintegrated them. I thought, must be a sign. Ah, I see
you've found yourself a little toy. Wanna share?" I raised my hand up and
sent him flying across the room. Just before he crashes into a window he
stops and lands softly on his feet. He puts his hand out and conjures a
fireball. It takes me by surprise. I haven't seen him in 13 years, and he
couldn't do that when he was 3. I mean, I can do that too, but I wasn't
expecting it from Zayk. Luckily, Obi saw it coming and creates a wall of
water, protecting me. Then he plunges his hand into the water-wall and
pulls out a trident. He throws it and it pins Zayk to the wall, throwing
him off guard. For a moment, at least. He phases through the trident and
stands, laughing and taunting,

"Isn't that sweet! You found yourself a pretty, rich witch. I didn't feel
that last night. He just felt like a normal, pityful human. Well done bro,
couldn't have done better myself."

'Last night' I think to myself.

"That's where your wrong, Zayk. So, so wrong. Toby wasn't a witch when we
met." I reply, waiting for the look on his face.

"What! How! He summoned Poseidon's trident! He's got to be one of the most
powerful sorcerers ever. Besides us, of course." I smiled smugly. He has
absolutely no idea. All I had to say was 2 words.

"The prophecy." The look on his face was priceless.

"You mean... Fuck... You know this isn't over! I'll get you alone. You're
my brother. This pathetic little human won't keep me away from you. You
know we can rule the world together! Watch your back. If I can't get to
you, I'll settle with your little pet." And like that, he disappeared.

 I look over at Obi. He's looking at me like I just turned into a duck,

*It's ok babe, don't worry. That was my twin brother Zayk. I had my memory
of him erased, it could only be restored if we met again. He's nothing like
me*

*His voice is familiar*

*What do you mean?

*Ax, I think that's the guy that beat me up last night*