Family

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I have a sister

Why now? Why now, fickle Luna? When I had forgotten about my family and they about me… Why now?... It would be easy to deny her… to cast her aside… to forget… But you know I can not do that.

Why does that scare me?

I have a sister but she does not know me.

I am Captain Jonathon Churchill, Royal Ghurkha Rifles, Hunter, and last week I saw a friend have his head crushed by a creature that should not exist. It slammed him with the force of a sledgehammer and his head cracked like an egg, blood and brain mingled as he lay broken on the ground. Yet I felt nothing for him, no pity, no grief, just another casualty in the battle to keep humanity safe. I should feel something, but I can not.

Why does that scare me?

I have a sister but she does not know me.

I am Jonathon Churchill, Elodoth of the Meninna , follower of Hakion- Ur. I wear the silver marks of Luna’s blessing, fulfilling the duties of Father Wolf. I have stood against things from the before the dawn of time and prevailed. Yet I do not belong; I feel the call of the Spirit and the Flesh and I stand between them. Sworn to protect two worlds, I will never shirk my duty.

Why does that scare me?

I have a sister but I do not know her.

She is a silly, lost, spoilt, delicate, sheltered child. She pines after a man, no an Uratha, who can not, should not care. What deals has he made for her? He rushes with no thought causing harm with out consequence.

Why does that scare me?

I have a sister and I wish to know her.

Born of the same womb, blood of the same blood, children of Purifying Blade, we bear the marks of her purity upon us If I deny her I deny myself. We smile the same smile, in the briefest of meetings we speak without words. She reminds me of things I had thought buried, a mirror showing what could have been and perhaps are. She has the bearing of a queen, though hides it to onlookers. She seems fearful yet not afraid, tempestuous and troublesome, Perfect and Pure. Ours is the blood of legends, bred for perfection, bred for a purpose. We are the Children of Hathis Ur.

Why does that scare me?

I have sister and she does not know me.

I am Jonathon Churchill, Scion of Hathis- Ur, Prince of the Highborn and I have walked away from the teachings of the Pure to forge my own path. Mine is the Blood of Eagles mine is the Destiny of Kings. I stand between worlds and will guard against all evils.
Why does that scare me?

I have a sister

And she should know that I am all these things, Human, Wolf, Spirit, Highborn and Forsaken. We of the Blood of Kings stand by our choices. Purity has its price and we will pay it. Decisions once made we walk the paths we have chosen, for good or for ill and now I do not walk them alone.

Why does that scare me?

I have a family and they remember me.
For so long opposed avoided forgotten, and unimportant. Now I must accept my blood, hiding is not for those that were meant to rule. I must be strong for her. I must. When they come I must be ready, I must be ready to protect her, until she is strong enough. We are not alone anymore.

Why does that scare me?

I have a mother and she is coming for us

I know why that scares me

Flight 358

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Two thoughts passed through Churchill’s mind as the cold bladed shiv pierced the back of the chair and drove upward into his heart. The first was a professional opinion that, much as he had expected, the intelligence he had been given about his opposition on this mission was wrong about the number of the highjackers. The second was the considerably more facetious reminder to himself to never travel economy again.

Both thought however were fleeting as the mortal blow was struck they were subsumed by the desire, no need, to succumb to the Rage of his Uratha nature. Quickly he focused on this rising ire, clamping down on this need forcing the first tingles of the rage induced change to subside.

Thoughts came speedily coupled with actions:

“…Best play dead…gain the advantage… a human would be dead….

…Don’t fall to kurath… too many people… 113 on the plane….

…Slow the healing… heal enough but hide your nature….

…Yes, control the change….

…Damn plane sticks of fear….

…Control must know… Elephant in the room….

…Three… no four highjackers… extremists…Parthan dialect….

…Heal just enough to function…too many civilians….
…Control the rage….

…Have to kill one… honour the bargain….

…One at the back, two in the cockpit… one coming to search me….

…Can taste own blood on his blade….

…His mistake… nerve strike to incapacitate…broken neck… silent….

…Pilots voice over the intercom tell us to not worry… coerced by terrorists… they’re the one who should worry….

… Second terrorist approaching….

…Shouting… too much noise… passengers terrified and oblivious….

…Strike…hold… unconscious….

…Cockpit left… Pilots alive…terrorists down… had to kill leader… back to seat and play dead… ambulance egress… Control will clean up….

…God this hurts….”

A final thought crossed Churchill’s mind as he was being driven away in the ambulance. The leader had acted strangely, driven, urged to act.

Control knew, that is why he was on the plane.

[Requiem] - Beauty

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