Chapter 6
RUBIN “Get a move now, George!”“But Lilia, she is still sleeping. I do not–”“What? Tell me more of yer lame reasons, aye? We know we cannot delay. She have a hard time alrigh’, but she has to prepare. Like righ’ now!” I could hear a set of feet shuffling across the floor and I hastily turn my back against the door, biting my lip as I hear it open."Rubin, I know yer awake. Yeh don't sleep with yer mouth closed." Oh, okay then. I opened my mouth, and continue to pretend to be asleep. "Francesca Rubin--""Okay, okay. I'm up, already! Don't get your knickers twisted up your bottoms, Aunt Lilia."Well, that earned me a pillow zooming on my direction and hitting me on the head. I collapsed on the bed dramatically, snickering. “A-a-ouch!” I put both of my hands on my forehead, pretending to be hurt. Aunt Lilia shakes her head at me before throwing another pillow.Uncle George sat down on my bed and gave me a smile, “I’ve heard what happen, I can’t believe you finish as first. Excellent!” I gave him a shy smile and watch as Aunt Lilia put her arms around me and sniffed, “I’m gonna miss yeh so much! I know I ‘ave tried ter stop yeh from being a Cupid bu’ understand, I don’t wan’ yeh ter go.”I stared at their sad faces, feeling miserable all of a sudden for I have to leave.They really act like my parents but still, they aren't. These distracting thoughts killed the mood. I stand up, settling near the window, I can hear Aunt Lilia and Uncle George whispering to each other, making me sigh, "We're not in the library, you know."Uncle George look around, awkwardly twisting the ends of his dress shirt. Aunt Lilia's furrowed brows etched deeper on her face as she made a move towards me, taking me into her arms. "I know yeh are sad tha’ yer parents are not here bu’ we cannot do anything ‘bout it. We 're ‘ere to support yeh always, don’ forget that." She kiss my forehead and ran her hands on my ginger locks."I know that, Aunt Lilia. I know you loved me like I am your own but," I stared off the window, trying to stop my tears, "I just miss them. I wish my parents are alive and here–"Uncle George cleared his throat, momentarily distracting me. I look at him but he chose to avoid my gaze, acting a bit dodgy. I remembered our conversation from yesterday and pointed it out, "Uncle, aren't you going to tell me about the bet? You promise me.” Uncle George looks at me and reluctantly he walks towards us. “Alright…”"I know that my father look like you only with a different eye color." I ran my hands on my Uncle's cheek and smiled at him. “So, about the bet?” I ask my Uncle George but he is not looking at me, he is staring at my Aunt Lilia as if they are conversing silently. "Uncle, Auntie, Is there something you want to say?""No, dearie," Aunt Lilia replied."Yes, dearie," Uncle George mused.Their replies caught me off guard as I look at the both of them, a bit suspicious of the way Aunt Lilia let go of me and sat on the bed while Uncle George started chewing his bottom lip."Ruby--""George, no. We vowed ter protect her!""Protect me? From what?"They both stared at me, Aunt Lilia, now standing up, "George--""Lilia, I can't. Sixteen years is enough!" I could feel my Uncle's arms loosening, making me take a step back, staring at him."What are you saying Uncle? What sixteen years? What protection are you talking about?" He looks down at me, powder blue eyes gleaming with unshed tears."We vowed to protect you from the knowledge of your past, Rubin, we swore to keep it from you.""What do you mean? What past? " I turn to my Aunt Lilia before looking back at my Uncle. "You told me that you raised me because Mom and Dad died during the assault. You treat me like I was your own because you have no children. We spend holidays together, laugh and dance…Isn't all of that true?""It is true. But can you remember your 3rd or 4th or 5th birthday? Do you have bizarre dreams about playgrounds that do not look like the ones we have here in Eros?" Uncle George throw question after question at my direction that the memories flashed behind my eyes, blindingly yet still blurred. "How about those times when you will wake up and scream 'mommy'? The little bunny bear you have, and the reason why no other Erosian child have a toy like that or would even think to name their toy, ‘Tookie’?" My Uncle's face is so red that I am afraid he will collapse because of it. With a broken voice, he whispered, "Do you ever wonder why you have these memories? Have it ever crossed your mind that everything felt peculiar and different when you arrive because you are not born here?"I am speechless. I look at Aunt Lilia as she silently cried, hugging my bunny bear closer to her arms as Uncle George panted, his face so red with his outburst."Aunt Lilia, is this true?""Yer memory 'as been tampered with, Rubin. Yer real name was Crimsyn, a beautiful name yet it’s the mark of the earth on yeh so they change it, along with yer whole identity.” I whispered my name–Crimsyn. My mother have chosen that name for me and now I am called Rubin because they wipe away my memories–how insensitive! I frown, listening as my aunt continue, “Me and yer Uncle agreed because we wanted ter have a child and yeh are our opportunity. I do not want ter lie to yeh but in exchange of yer protection, we agreed.""And Grandma knows all this?"Aunt Lilia nodded on my direction, hastily wiping a stray tear on her face. "Then why did you all lie to me? Why did you just tell me now?" I felt betrayed and lost that another part of myself has been stolen and kept for so many years.“We did not mean ter lie, Rubin. We just have ter do it!” Aunt Lilia insisted, her face flushed. I shake my head.Uncle George slowly pull me to the window with my Aunt Lilia and him holding my hand, gently leading me on. He caress my cheek and whispered, "Your dad was just like you, a cupid sent down to earth, when he met your mom..." Uncle snatched a cloud from the window and conjure it to form into a man with wings watching a woman cloud.The cloud man looks so real that I have to think of him as conjured. I sadly smiled at the cloud man as I listen to my Uncle George continuing the story, "He was bold, intelligent and daring. Marcus wanted to change some laws here in Eros including the most sacred one--""To give love and not receive it," I recited it with my heart, having heard of it all the time and reminded of it's weight ever since I could remember."That made Marcus so cunning. He stayed longer on earth even after his mission, pretending to be human. With his wits, he had managed to capture a few women, dragging them across town like lost puppies. He made them obsess over his body and his face. He enjoyed the attention very much it scared him, sometimes–for we are susceptible to temptations more than humans do." Uncle George shook his head as we watch the cloud man flirt with the other clouds which also took form into women. "But to his greatest disappointment, there seems to be a woman unaffected by all this.""Well, I assume that it is my Mum, right?""Of course. Under the name of Emily, this gentle human didn't believe your father's stories of adventure and knew from the moment he started chasing her around, that the man, your father, was in fact an ethereal creature. "The cloud man started chasing the woman cloud around my room until finally he have caught her in his arms."In time, he had managed to break down her walls and she had fallen for him after all he had done to win her. She was a tough one, your mother. The longer they spend time together only deepen what your father feel for her. They are so happy, he is so happy, that he forgot the fact that he is still Cupid," I watch both of the clouds as they sat on the floor. They were laughing, chasing each other around my room.Uncle George’s eyes lingered at the clouds for a moment, his hands weaving the air as to keep the man cloud and the woman, moving. He took a deep breath before Uncle look at me smiling, "Then they had you, you mischievous little sod." My uncle pinched my nose and I wave my hands on his direction, urging him to continue. The clouds from awhile ago are now together with a little puff on the arms of the woman cloud. Aunt Lilia pulled me to her arms and I frown as Uncle continue his story, in a voice now filled with grief."Marcus, with great desperation, faked his death so he could be with you and Emily. Mother found out about his plan, of his faked death and his whereabouts with Cedric’s information. Cedric, rejoicing of what our younger brother did, encourage our mother to hunt him down and kill you and Emily," Uncle George’s face is stony and cold as I stared at him, waiting for him to continue."I did not agree, of course. Killing Emily is horrible but killing you, a child? It is unforgiveable–for we consider children as Holy. Hearing my opinion, Mother agreed that you will be accepted back to Eros like a normal child and be told of a different past. That is how you are with us now, living and well." Uncle George enveloped Aunt Lilia and me on his arms, his light gold wings sprouting from his back forming some kind of a shield.Frowning, I wriggled out of his embrace and whispered, "But, my father...and my mother?" Uncle George withdraw his arms and Aunt Lilia look down at me with pity, "Are they still alive?"There is silence and I hang on to that. I do not want to hear the words as my Uncle look down and shook his head.I sniffed, pushing Aunt Lilia's hands away from me as she tried to hug me, "What is the use of telling me all this if the ending is the same? They're dead. No difference! Nothing at all." I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out loud. This felt a hundred times worse than before, knowing about my mother and father's forbidden love and how it had killed him in the end."There is a difference for now, you know the truth." Uncle George took my face on his large hands and wipe my tears. " You are going down to earth, to the place of temptations, hatred and grief–I consider it going in a field that involves roses and thorns. It is a depiction of heaven and hell clashing and forming into one that we fear that you might just end up like your father..." My hands tighten on my Uncle's hand, trying to remove them but they didn't move an inch away from my face. I want to move farther away from them, and pretend that they are not in the same room with me. I wanted to be alone and mourn my parents I have no memories of.Sadly, that’s not the case.Chapter 7RUBIN"Rubin, I know. I'm sorry, if I say that but we love you so much and we don't want you to end up with the same fate as your father. And if I might add," Uncle Cedric sigh, his hands still on my face. "Well, we do not know... we have not confirm it but," Uncle George’s voice trembled as he continued "we–I mean, I–think that your mother is still alive." That made me stare at my uncle, examining his eyes of any trace of tricks or maliciousness but I saw nothing. With a watery smile, I captured the both of them in my arms and cried. After a few moments, Aunt Lilia told my Uncle to go off since she is going to prepare me for the ceremony. I had my bath, consisting of precious oils and scents from the tree blossoms, allurements essential for my mission. After I had finished my bath, I help myself on some plain white cotton dress, the sleeves shrug down on my shoulder like wings as she hang the nets on my back.Oh wings! I'm going to have my wings today.I wiggled my shoul
Chapter 8RUBINLet me get this straight, the entrance to earth is through a door. I can’t believe it was just behind a door! I carefully put my foot down on the platform and was shocked when the crowd of people come bustling out of the door with me. They carried me out, muttering about clothes and businesses and how I’m so slow. Once I am down on my feet, I look back and see the door quickly closing. The arrow on the sides began moving upwards and I was momentarily struck with curiousity as I look at it.What a fascinating door it was! I wonder how humans master this locomotive magic that they have– I might be able to learn it as I settle here on earth. Shaking my wings on my back, I smiled and turn around, observing the humans as they talk so differently. They almost sound like bees, buzzing.It wasn't really annoying , in general, I find them very entertaining!“I can’t believe this,” I bounded towards them, delighted of what I am seeing. I lingered next to the hustle and bustl
Chapter 9RUBINI drift through the crowd, smiling at them. Though, as time pass by, I grew tired of smiling and my lips turned into pouts. Why are these people ignoring me? Am I invisible now? But how? I haven’t tried to put some enchantments on me, yet. I started crossing the street and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Well, I am pretty much visible still, so why are they ignoring me?Maybe they just do not care.This is what Gaeans do all the time: they live to work in order to survive. Not like us, Erosians, who are free to roam and do whatever we like. I pity them sometimes. Still feeling down, I decided that I should probably start taking my job, seriously. It is better if I get to finish my job earlier so I can have more time to search for my mom. I wonder if she is still alive. Would I recognize her even without remembering her face? I have to find her even though I am not certain of her whereabouts. I know it will be hard since I have no idea how and where to start bu
Chapter 10RUBINI held on the lamp post as I struggled to stand. I regret looking behind me to see one of my wing fluttering hopelessly while the other hang on my back like an over size cape, limp and wet with pink liquid– Erosian blood. I look around to see the streets empty, the crowd gone because of the sudden rain.To my great luck, the rain poured harder upon me, soaking me through. I sigh and pulled my wings closer, hoping to provide warmth to my drenched body. I thought rain is pretty sight here on earth like how they tell it in the books, but now I know that it isn’t. Specially when you were kicked out or should I say, pushed down? I shivered as thunder rumbled in the distance, already regretting my decision of chasing after the guy. Oh, please don’t make it rain harder!I was so used to being safe and sound back in Eros watching over earth as it rained. I had longed to experience the feeling of raindrops on my skin but now, I do not know if I should be crying because I cou
Chapter 11RUBINI stared at her for a moment before looking back at the man near the doors. He is not going to chase me away if I ever did try to get in, right? He won’t even notice me for I will be discreet and I am best in doing that. I look outside the window–rain is still pouring and in here is much better; I feel safe and warm even if the staffs are not so welcoming.I decided to follow my instincts and move away from the desk. I sneakily to the stairs, occasionally glancing on my back before running up the steps. This felt like creeping outside the castle during curfew hours. I am very good at this, I am sure I can do better. I ran up the stairs–ever winding and stretched beyond, I am afraid that my legs will fall off. I reach the third floor when the corridor split into two–I started going for the left wing. 350.343.325"HOLY CUPID!" I slap my forehead, irritated of my own silliness. It seems that I am going on the wrong direction, bloody arrows. I quickly turn and ran t
Chapter 12RUBIN"What the fuck?" I stare back at him as he loom over me–he is so tall that I have to crane my neck to be able to stare at him. My wings appeared instantly, nervously fluttering on my back, my hands steadily growing sweaty as I swallowed. I was quite shock that I was still breathing for I am afraid of what he will do. A few seconds passed and I squared up my shoulders, taking the book from the floor while trying to gather up more courage as I began to speak, “He-hello there. It's me, Rubin, Rubin Hearthrowe. What about you? What is your name?" I cringed at how shaky my voice appeared and instead, tighten my hold at the book. He glared at my hand which is currently holding the book. I let go of it and cringed as the book thudded, its sound echoing followed by a lingering silence. I sighed having this urge to kick myself for letting go of the book once again. I should’ve put it inside of my satchel. “Look, I'm sorry. I just wanted to talk–""Wanted to talk? Wanted to ta
Chapter 13RUBINHis eyes hardened at my question and I bit my lip. He sauntered low to my level only to stumble on one of the long ribbons from my dress, making his lips crash unto mine. My eyes widen. I didn’t have time to think about the incident when he pulls away in an instant. His face is flushed as mine did, his jaw tightly clenched as he bit back the words, pointing his finger at me, “ No one can know.” He glared at me, his hands shaking as he wipes his cheeks as though he is trying to get rid of the blush that is steadily forming on them. He bowed his head and started searching my robes, taking the books out of my satchel, a glare still directed my way. He sighs, shoulders hunched, “The police men will come and collect you. They might be harsh but you will survive. Just say, ‘Je suis désolé’, okay?” I glared at him, “Repeat after me, ‘Je suis désolé’“ I huff before saying, “I can speak French.” He gave me a shrug “Oh, good.” He gave me a pat on my head before saying, “By t
Chapter 14RUBIN“Fascinating, isn’t it?” his voice startled me. With my heart beating fast, I open my eyes to see him looming over me, his smirk annoyingly beautiful on that perfect face of his. “Pity, you did not watch how that darken alley transition to this,” He pulled at my sleeve impatiently to rose me from the floor and I was surprise to see that we are actually back at his flat. “Come on. You just told me that you are hungry, aren’t you?”“This–the wind–we, I...how?” I glance around, still not believing my eyes. He headed towards the side of his living room, swiping his hand on the wall and I was shocked when it swings, showing the kitchen. He removes his coat, walks toward the sink before washing his hands, wiping it on the towel beside him. He stared back at me and began rummaging inside a very big cupboard. I followed him inside the kitchen and peered behind only to be amused. “How did the cupboard get this cold?” I wondered out loud and he laughed, with real tears falling