Date: Tue, 21 Nov 2006 15:38:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Gay Writer <gaywriter72@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Druid Chapter 6

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Chapter 6			Dicentra Spectabilis  "Bleeding Heart"


      "David!"  I shot upright in bed nearly throwing Brian to the floor.

      The dream had been so real.  I could still hear the echo's of David's
cries for help in my mind.  I glanced around frantically trying to
understand my surroundings.  Taking note of the shadowed dresser in the
corner, and the window at the head of my bed I found my bearings.  I was in
my room, but I didn't feel safe anymore.  It would never be the perfect
safety that it had once been.  Recent events left this place tainted
somehow.

      My Godfather's dead body haunted my mind with a flash of memory.  His
amber eyes showing me pity as the bolts of lightning struck his chest.  I
had killed my own Godfather.  More tears rolled down my cheeks and sobs
shook my chest.

      I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder and I nearly jumped out of the
bed.  I heard Shadow's collar jingle as she shook awake from the foot of
the bed.

      "You're safe, it was only a nightmare."

      Hearing Brian's comforting words seemed to fuel my sobs and the ache
in my chest.  His comforting made the pain seem so much more real.  My
world was no longer safe.  I had been killed in my own room by the people
that I loved the most.  Yes, I had been brought back, but the safety I used
to feel here was now gone.  The smell had changed.  The memory and comfort
of my bed was now stained by recent events.  How could I ever feel like
this place was home after all that had happened?

      I felt Brian run his fingers along the long hairs that scattered
along my forehead.  He brushed away my tears as my door opened.  I could
tell by the shadow muted features that it was mark, and that Kent stood
behind him.

      "You two okay?" Mark's voice was filled with concern.

      I felt a sudden rush of anger.  It wasn't because of them.  I loved
them.  I took a deep breath and let it out with a hiss and sniffed.  Brian
strengthened his embrace around me.  The gentle pressure of his arms seemed
to push away my pain.  I felt Shadow curl up against my other side as if
protecting me from what Brian might miss.  I was sandwiched between the two
of them.

      "We're fine.  It was just a nightmare," Brian told them.

      "You sure you're okay Ty?" Mark's voice almost burned my skin.  I
really couldn't take any more consoling right now.  It only reminded me of
my pain.

      "I'm fine uncle Mark.  Sorry I woke you up." I answered.

      Was it true?  No, I wasn't fine, but I knew they couldn't fix my
problem.  How can you ask someone to take back the past?  How do you ask
them to make it disappear?  Oh, I'm sure there are spells... but the damage
was already done.  A spell might take away memory, but it wouldn't take
away the scars.

      I watched the silhouette of Mark's shoulders drop as he relaxed.  He
pulled my door closed behind him and I heard wood creak as they made their
way back to their bedroom.

      I thought about my godfather David.  The wind had surely taken his
ashes by now.  That was one thing that was never absent on our small hill
of the world.  There was a constant breeze.  The subtle hills of Illinois
and now harvested cornfields did little to slow nature's breath along the
landscape.

      I leaned into Brian.  I needed his warm touch and the company.  He
gave me quiet comforting and I appreciated the silence.  He was comfortable
in a way I wasn't really familiar with, but was happy to feel.

      I leaned back against my now cold damp pillow.  I rustled about and
turned the sweat soaked cold toward the sheets beneath.  The fabric was
cool and fresh, and pulled me back into slumber.  Brian seemed to follow
me, keeping his strong warm arm wrapped around me.  Shadow kicked and
remade her bed on my other side before finally settling in.  I remember
thinking how soothing the feeling was, as my mind drifted.

      I woke to the feel of Brian running his fingers casually through my
hair.  As his fingers trailed to the base of my skull, I felt a pull back
into sleep.  It eased my mind so much, I felt as though I could have slept
forever.  He was so gentle.  The rise and fall of his chest and the steady
beat of his heart gave me a strange sense of belonging.

      I nuzzled against the heat of Brian's skin not wanting to break away
from my dreams.  It was morning.  I knew it in the back of my mind, but
didn't want to wake.  It felt so perfect.

      "Good morning sleepy head." Brian announced shifting his weight in my
bed.

      "Good morning" I gave my flesh mumbled reply.  My mouth was pressed
against the curve of his body below his ribs.  I had nestled myself against
his upper hip during my sleep.  I didn't have the will to bother with a
more discernable answer.  Besides... I was totally content.

      I felt Brian slowly rise from the bed letting my arm and leg slide to
the body warmed sheets below.  The lack of a warm skin to snuggle against,
wrangled me from my sleep as I peeked out from under the covers.  Shadow
still lay curled in a knot of blankets at my back unwilling to rouse from
her sleep.  She was not a morning dog.

      Dawn had snuck up on me.  I could smell the coffee down stairs
waiting to be poured.  I heard the water's hiss from the shower down the
hall.  I mentally kicked myself for not being more alert to watch Brian's
near naked body leave my bed.  There would have been morning 'tension" to
be seen.  I had missed it, and now noticed my own.  I was preparing a
mental reprimand when I shrugged it off.  I'm sixteen, of course I'm
'frisky'.  It's natural.  With that I kicked my self again for having
missed the opportunity.

      I fought against the covers and sat upright in bed.  The cool air,
and blinding sunlight through my bedroom window, were quickly taking care
of any 'tension' I had moments ago.  I listened as the hiss of the shower
stopped down the hall.  With a shiver and cat-like stretch I slid out from
under the covers and trudged to my dresser.  I grabbed fresh socks and
underwear barely opening my eyes to see what I had selected.  I went over
to my closet and stood staring sleepy eyed at the cluttered organization of
my clothing.  I finally decided on a heavy black sweatshirt and a pair of
worn comfortable blue jeans.  Depending on how the day went, I wanted to
have the ease of movement.  Restrictive clothing didn't seem like a good
idea considering all that had been going on lately.

      Brian pushed the door open and entered as I prepared to make my exit.
I yawned as I looked into his eyes.  I watched his attention drift down my
body and then flash back to my eyes.

      "Morning."  Sleep hung lazily in my voice.  I smiled seeing the flush
of pink in his cheeks as he grinned back.

      "G-Good morning," Brian stammered dropping his gaze and then lifting
it sharply again.  His habit of staring down to the floor when he got
nervous was adorable and all too inconvenient, considering I was standing
in front of him naked.

      "Wear something loose.  I'm not sure what the uncles have planned,
but I bet we'll be training."

      I gave Brain a mischievous grin and made my way out the door and into
the bathroom down the hall.  I stood under the spray of hot water letting
it take the last remnants of sleep from me.  I needed coffee.  I toweled
off and pulled on the clothes I had selected and went downstairs.

      I paused at the bottom of the stairs, and looked at the destruction
David had made of my garden and porch of our house.  My heart ached with
the memory and I turned toward the kitchen.  I didn't want to dwell on past
horrors.  I concentrated on the aroma of fresh coffee and let it lead me to
the kitchen.

      It seemed Kent, Mark, and Brian were in a heated discussion and now
the room had been left in complete silence.  Their eyes pressed against me
as I fixed myself a cup of coffee and turned to see them staring at me.

      I took a small sip nearly burning my lip and studied them.  They had
been talking about me.  I could feel the tension between them.

      Mark interrupted the silence.  "Ty, are you okay?

      "There is nothing wrong with me that any of you can fix," I answered
taking another sip of my coffee.

      My answer had been matter of fact and flat.  My answer seemed to
sting them as they flinched at the words.  A thoughtful look seemed to pass
Kent's eyes as I felt the resolution of his thoughts.  He understood it
would take time.

      Mark had already opened his mouth to speak when he stopped feeling
Kent's hand on his shoulder.  Mark looked into Kent's eyes and let out the
breath he was going to use to further the discussion and stared into his
coffee with a look of defeat.

      "I'm okay Uncle Mark.  I love you.  It's okay." I smiled at him
before taking another sip of my coffee.

      Mark lifted his eyes to mine.  They were glassy and threatened to let
loose a torrent of tears.  I felt his flood of sadness drift away as he
smiled back at me,

	I caught the smell of 'almost' sausage piled to my right on a towel
covered plate.  I picked one from the pile and started eating.
Conversation wasn't really what I wanted right now.  We ate our breakfast
in silence.

	"Paul and Sarah are coming Brian," Kent said quietly.  "They'll be
here in about five minutes."

	The terror in Brian's eyes didn't reassure me as I watched him
stiffen.  Fine time to spring this on us!  I had to suppress my anger.
Kent's announcement was less than subtle or kind.  That had always been his
way.  He never sugar coated the truth.  Seeing Brian's reaction and that it
hurt him fueled a small fury in me.  Hadn't we been through enough?  Why
does everything have to be so damned hard?

	"I think it would probably be best if you two went outside while we
talk," Mark announced.

	I could hear the distant sound of an engine running against the
pavement toward our house.  I was going to object when I saw Kent give a
nod.  This wasn't going to be a pleasant encounter and they were trying to
spare us.  I glanced over at Brian and was swallowed by his feelings of
impending doom.  He was worried.

	"Come on," I reached out my hand to Brian.

	He rose from his chair, clasped my hand tightly, and I led him
through the side door of the kitchen.  We walked around the side of the
house and sat in the swing that hung from the large oak tree.

	We watched as Sarah and Paul drove up our dusty driveway.  They
barely paused to glare in our direction before barging into my home.  They
were people with purpose and the yelling that filled the next two hours
finally ended.  The argument finally ended with Paul and Sarah slamming our
screen door behind them and walking back to their car.

	"Brian Alexander, get your ass in this car right now!" Sarah
screamed.

	I felt Brian rise defeated, and pull his hand from mine.  He was
leaving.  He was leaving me!  Brian turned away from me and walked toward
the car.  He opened the back door and climbed in staring at the floor never
looking back.  I could feel his anguish, but yet he obeyed.

	Paul glared back at the uncles as they stood solemnly at the side
door to our house.  At about the time Mark was going to speak, Paul cut him
short by slamming his car door shut, and starting the engine.  He tore
backwards sending a spray of dirt forward and turned harshly into our yard.
Their car jerked forward taking Brian down our driveway

      My heart felt like it was dying.  The sky erupted in a shower of
lightning as black ominous clouds rolled in and blocked the sun.  A small
tremor was felt through the ground.  The shaking earth only slowed Paul's
escape before they turned away from our driveway onto the gravel.

      Lightning flashed across the sky and the earth shook again under our
feet.

      "Ty!  Stop!" I felt the back of Kent's hand blast across my cheek.  I
hadn't seen him walk in front of me.

      I flooded every ounce of pain and anguish I felt into a single burst,
and focused it upon Kent.  He screamed and fell to his knees in front of
me.  A sound was squeezed from him that was barely breath.  It was a slow
compressed exhale that hissed passed his lips only complete devastation
brings.  I wanted him to feel it.  For a split second I wanted someone to
hurt as badly as I did and Kent had become the target.

      The absolute horror in his eyes brought me back to reality.  I pulled
the pain back almost violently as I watched his body topple to the ground.
It crashed against me like knifes as I screamed my frustration to the sky.
Lightning tore down and struck around us in too many blinding flashes to
count.  I fell to my knees and sobbed.  They had distracted me long enough
for Brian to leave.  I could have forced Brian and his parents back, but
that wasn't our way.  I yearned for that small piece of selfishness we
could be afforded by our gifts, but remained constantly out of reach.  I
let them take him from me.

      I stood and watched Mark cradle Kent in his arms.  A piece of me
broke watching them cling together.  Each was there for the other even in
the worst of times.  They supported each other even if the only thing they
had to offer was their touch.

      I remembered the feel of Brian's skin against my face this morning
when I woke feeling his fingers stroll through my hair.  I walked past Kent
and Mark.  I headed to the back of the house and toward the lane which led
to our sacred circle of trees.

      I turned and whispered across the wind, "I love you Brian," and then
started my way down the lane.  The turmoil in my heart was reflected in the
wind and darkness around me.  The black ominous clouds blocked the suns
rays giving everything a grey cast.  The breeze pushed through the trees
violently and threatened to freeze my tears as they rolled down my cheeks.

      It didn't take much longer walking than it did riding in the truck to
get back to the circle.  I was now entering the circle and moving toward
the altar.  I pulled my arms inside my sleeves and crossed my arms to help
fight the frigid air.  I wasn't sure how much time had passed and didn't
care.  Misery always feels like an eternity and this pain was fresh.

      I slumped down and sat on the ground in the space between the altar
and the giant oak tree that was the center of the sacred circle.  I leaned
my back against the altar and lowered my head to my knees and cried.
Everything seemed almost bearable when I thought I would have Brian by my
side.  Now he was gone.

      The sound of air hissing through the bare branches mixing with my
sobs made a somber music.  The trees whispered with what seemed a thousand
quiet voices, "Galen."

      I lifted my head from my knees and pushed my arms back through the
sleeves of my sweatshirt as I scanned the circle from where I sat.  I
didn't see him.

      "You're much too hard on people Ty." I heard Galen's gravely voice
behind me.

      I jumped up and spun around backing away toward the oak tree.  Galen
sat perched atop the stone altar resting his hands and chin atop his staff.

      "What the hell would you know?" I spat out the words.

      "I loved once, a long time ago.  I remember the feelings of loss as
much as I can taste them from you now." Galen studied me as he had the
first time we met.  "Judging by the expression on your face, you don't
believe me.  I can assure you it's quite true."

      "What are you doing here Galen?" I felt my body tense preparing for a
battle.  I didn't know him, and I surely didn't trust him.  Everything
about him was a deception.

      "I'm not here to fight, so please be at ease.  Come and sit with me."
He lifted his head enough to move his wrinkled hand and patted the space of
altar beside him.

      I took a step backward and he frowned.

      "Don't be silly young druid.  Had I wanted to kill you, you would
already be dead.  You didn't even heed the tree's announcement of my
arrival.  Come sit with me."

      His voice was somewhat warmer this time, and pulled me to him with
its comforting hoarse tones.  I took a few slow cautious steps toward him
before moving along the short distance at an even stride.  I sat on the
altar beside him and cupped my head in my hands as my elbows rested on my
knees causing me to slouch.

      "I did hear the trees announce you.  I just didn't see you." I
offered.

      "You only looked at what was in front of you.  The world is not only
what is in plain sight.  You must learn to grasp the larger scope of life.
You didn't look above, below, or behind you," he said earnestly.

      "Whatever," I snapped at him.  I was angry and he was as good a
target as any.

      Galen slid forward and moved to stand in front of me.

      "Brian didn't leave you Ty.  He was taken." Galen's steely blue eyes
stared into mine.  His voice had taken on an angrier tone.

      "He could have said no!" I countered.

      "Oh?  Had the roles been reversed and your uncles came to collect
you, would you have fought them?" he asked.  "You must learn to temper your
emotions."

      I supposed Brian felt the same about Paul and Sarah much the same way
I felt about Kent and Mark.  He loved them and they were the only parents
he knew.  I knew Galen was right, but I didn't want to admit it.

      "No matter whose fault it is, he's gone," I said finally and looked
off to the side to the sound of a snapping twig.

      "Is he?" I heard Galen's voice seeming to come from the oak tree.

      He was gone.  I jumped off the altar and ran behind the oak tree.  He
had vanished.  I made my way around the tree and prepared to brood a bit
more when I saw Brian running toward me.  At first I thought I had lost my
mind, but it was him!  I don't know how long I stood dazed.  I finally
gathered my wits as his arms wrapped around me and pulled me into a tight
hug.  I pulled him tight against me before we broke from the embrace.

      "I don't understand," I said staring in disbelief.

      His face took on a jilted look of sadness as he spoke, "I told them."

      "That you are Druid?" I wasn't getting something here.

      "No.  That I'm gay.  They could love me if I was part of a 'cult',
but they wouldn't stand for a pervert being around her children." Brian's
voice choked out the words and I could feel the sharp pain that flooded his
chest.  "I told them when I heard you say you loved me."

      "They kicked me out of the car and I walked back.  Brian and Kent
said I could live here.  I've got nowhere else to go."  His eyes were red
and swollen from his recent tears.  I am sure I had a matching pair of my
own.

      "You're not a pervert Brian.  I love you."  I meant the words.  "I
hope you stay here with me forever."  I pulled him into my arms and gave
him a subtle kiss.  I relished the warmth of his body against mine.  We
finally separated and smiled at each other.

      "So, what was the light show I saw when we were leaving?" He asked.

      I felt my face flush with embarrassment.  "I was upset that you left
me," I mumbled my reply staring down at my feet.

      "The earthquakes too?" He asked.

      I could only nod my reply.  I had completely lost control.  Had Kent
not snapped me out of it I might have been responsible for some serious
destruction.  What frightened me most, was trying to understand the limits
of our new found power.  I raised my hand to my cheek where Kent had struck
me.  It didn't sting or even feel swollen, but the memory made the skin
tingle.  It was the kind of fleeting memory you get from a special smell.

      "Is Kent okay?" I didn't want to fill Brian in on all of the
embarrassing details, but I did hope he would be able to give me good news.

      "He seemed fine when we spoke.  He and Mark were in the kitchen when
I finally got back.  They told me I would find you here."

      Brian looked a little concerned when I lifted my eyes to his.  I
could feel Brian's worry.  He had enough to think about right now without
my little tantrum from earlier.

      "I never had anyone shake the earth for me before." He smiled so wide
it seemed to reach his eyes.

      "Keep that in mind when we have our first fight!" I said sticking out
my tongue.

      We both burst into laughter and I felt the sun shining against my
face.  The weather had cleared along with my mood.

      "So when do I get to learn how to do that talking thing you do?"
Brian was nearly bubbling with excitement.

      "Well, I don't really know.  Lets go talk with Kent and Mark.  You
can practice on our way back."

      Our hands reached for each other's and clasps as we found an even
slow stride.

      "It's called Wind Whispering.  What you do is push the words out
across the wind and then let it carry them to their destination."

      Brian looked back at me and whispered, "I love you."

      "I love you, too," the words made me smile, "but it isn't really
whispering.  Stop for a second.  Now hold your hand up to your mouth and
face into the wind.  Palm side to your mouth.  Face into the wind and feel
the air pushing against the back of your hand." I paused as Brian followed
my instructions.

      "Now, blow on your palm until the pressure feels the same as the wind
hitting the back of your hand."

      Brian listened intently and faced into the wind blowing onto the palm
of his hand.

      "When you Wind Whisper, you turn so your back is against the wind.
So go ahead and turn around, and try to match the breath on your palm with
the pressure of the wind on your neck.  The idea is that the wind carries
your words to their destination.  You aren't really whispering.  The wind
becomes your voice."

      Brian turned with his back against the wind and practiced a few
times.  Nodding he stared at me waiting for more.  You could practically
see his excitement, and I was glad to distract him from thoughts of Paul
and Sarah.

      "Okay.  Now, put your hand down, close your eyes and imagine who you
want to hear your message.  Picture Kent's face in your mind, and when you
are ready, blow out the words and picture them riding on the wind and
brushing past his ears.  Nature will take care of the rest."

      I watched as Brian took several deep breaths as he focused.  After a
few moments Brian pushed the words out with the wind.  "Thank you Kent."

      A few seconds later came his reply.  "You're welcome Brian."

      Brian's eyes shot open and he danced around me.  "I did it, I did
it!"  I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.

      His expressions darkened slightly and he stared at me tapping his
foot.  "Just what's so damn funny?"

      I could feel he wasn't truly angry but it still made me laugh.

      "You've died, come back to life, saw a werewolf, and protected me
from an attack of the most powerful of all Druid's, and THIS is what you
get excited about."  I doubled over laughing again.

      "I can't help it.  This is cool!" Brian protested.

      I pulled Brian into a quick tight hug and let him go after giving him
a quick peck on the lips.

      "I think it's cool, too, Bry.  You certainly learned it faster than I
did.  One warning though, don't try to hold a long conversation over the
wind.  You'll hyperventilate."

      "Bry, I like the sound of that," he stood grinning.

      I don't know when I had started referring to him as Bry in my mind,
but it just seemed to fit.  Bry and Ty.  We started walking again toward
the house as he whispered a 'thank you' to Mark.  A quick 'You're welcome
Brian' had him nearly hopping in place.  I struggled to suppress my
giggles.  He was so cute!

      We finally made it back to the house and walked into the kitchen.  I
walked over to Kent seeing him stand and gave him a hug.  I whispered 'I'm
sorry' into his ear and felt his arms pull me in tighter.  I then walked
over to Mark and we hugged.

      "So, can I keep him?" I asked.

      "Is he potty trained?" Kent asked.

      The look of confusion on Bry's face was priceless.

      "He's potty trained.  I promise to take good care of him!" I begged.

      "Well, so long as you feed and water him every day, and clean up
after his messes, then you can keep him.  If he starts to chew the
furniture he's going outside."  Mark announced with a wry smile.

      I turned to Bry with a wide grin on my face.  "It's settled, you can
stay."

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Haven't heard from many of you lately, and I hope that is because the
chapters are taking a couple of weeks to complete.  That reason is because
I'm working on two stories.  You can find the second at www.gayauthors.org.
'Midnight's Rainbow by DarkShadow, my other pseudo name.  I of course
always hope to hear from you and gain your criticisms and comments.  You
never know, they might motivate me to write faster!  As always Take care!
Have a great holiday!