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*in a moment of wired emotions, I pull Poet's hand away from Bob's and nCarson lifts her easily into his arms. aCarson and I help to bandage her wounds carefully and settle her into her bed in the other room, then aCarson leaves to go back to his lab for a while and I step out of the room*
I wish I was normal again...I wish I didn't know about the "gift". *I whisper, concentrating on my favorite clearing on the mainland. I think it to Dell at the same time, she will know where to find me, she can ask Beck to fly if they have to take a Jumper, and then I vanish from the hallway and reappear in my clearing*
*I sit on my favorite tree chair, my mind is whirling with emotions and feelings as I sit there, but I carefully block everyone except my sisters out of my mind, and I sit staring ahead, wishing I could rid myself of this gift, go back to who..to what I was before it. No more teleporting, no more mind-talking...just Aang. As I sit there, a white figure appears in front of me*
Oma Desala: Aang, my daughter, you were blessed with a wonderful gift from the Ancients, it was given to you to help you keep your friends and family safe. Why do you wish not to have it?
Oma, it isn't a gift. It's a curse disguised as a gift. It isn't strong enough to be useful most of the time, but it is strong enough that I, as a human, should not be able to use it without dying. *I feel the hot tears streaming down my face*
Oma Desala: Ah, the responsibility of your gift is a big one, daughter. Do you feel it is too much for you?
Sometimes, I do. Like right now. Right now, I would love one day without this cursed gift.
Oma Desala: It is this that makes you worthy of it. That you know it is too large a responsibility for many people. I cannot make it stronger, that would only overwhelm your body and mind, and I will not remove your gift...but I can help you.
How can you help me, Oma? What can you do to make this easier on me? *I look up at her smiling face*
Oma Desala: This, my daughter. Close your eyes.
*I close my eyes and she places her hand on my face, when I open my eyes I am standing beside her, watching my own life play out in front of me, every time I have used my gift to save one of my sisters or Poet or one of her boys flashes before me, and then the images change. The same events flashing past me..but I am standing by, unable to do anything, unable to help. I feel the tears beginning again as the world spins past, I close my eyes again and when I open them, I am sitting on my tree opposite Oma*
Oma Desala: Do you see, daughter? Your gift has saved many lives and kept you from much heartbreak. Without your gift, your sisters would not be the same. They would be broken. Your friend Poet, she would not be alive if not for your gift, and the same for every one of her Wraith and Vampires alike.
I do see, Oma. Thank you for showing me this.
Oma Desala: It was for your own good, daughter. Now you know the importance of your gift, go forth and use it to the best of your ability. Do not let what you perceive to be weakness stop you.
*she moves her hand from my face and starts to walk away, vanishing into the breeze...instead of the whirl of emotions and thoughts that had tortured me, I now feel peace flowing through me*
Thank you Oma Desala...thank you Mother Earth. *I address the Ancient by both her Ancient name and her Earth name, smiling at her fading figure*
*I decide to sit a little longer, enjoying the new peace running through me...if I am gone long enough, my sisters will find me*
My gift...well, I can feel others' emotions and with that comes blocking emotions, some telepathy and the ability to transport to wherever I'm needed. I don't know how or when this happened, but it did. And it's not always an easy gift to live with.
Hi Sis Nice to see you. Er...suppose I should pull myself off this tree I'm sitting on and get back to the city huh? Life goes on while I'm talking to Ancients.
Well if I get my butt off this tree I'm sitting on and come back to our living room for some wedding planning (and yes I remember the honeymoon promise too! ) would that be alright?
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