C5 What's going on here?

Akashores Point of View:

Looking at the phone, I can sense Robert’s about to call. Everyday he calls to see how we’re doing with protecting Michael. Then speak of the devil.

“Hello Robert.” I said. All Robert did was growl over the phone.

“You better be keeping an eye on my child Akashore. Or I’ll send Richard and Charles over to your domain. Do you hear me?” Robert yelled over the phone. Yes, both Richard and Charles can be short tempered whenever something happens to Michael.

“Don’t worry Robert, Michael’s going to remember once Tom is gone and forgotten.” I said as I’m doing my hardest to calm him down.

“You damn well be doing your best! He's my son and the one person that I could call my only one. Can’t you understand why I’m scared? can’t you?” Robert yelled over the phone. Even though me and Michael aren’t related by blood, I still see him as my own son as well.

“Look I’ll call you as soon as he remembers his past and who we are to him. Right now it’s not a good time to do that. I’m sorry.” I said then hung up the phone.

Leaning back in the chair, I start to think to myself. Why does Tom want Michael so bad? I stood up and grabbed a water bottle then sat back down.

“Whatever it takes to save our home, we need to prepare. But aside from the millenium war coming up close and on its way to sucker punching us in the face, I also need to protect my one and only true friend; Michael. Michael, I love you and I wish nothing but the brightest blessings in the world for you.” I said but then I started to laugh.

“But then again, you're most likely going to lecture me about how you don’t work with light and how you use dark matter to work with. Mike, you sure know how to make a person smile. But then again, thinking about me, yes me, myself and I. Being King of Halloween Island and ruler of the government known as ‘The Star Flag’ that has the most powerful members of all the clans that roam the cosmos. Looking outside the window, I see the blossoming roses, daisies, wildflowers and much more of the garden on my property.

“If only I could take Michael back home so I can spend all the time with him. He’s what matters most, not even Akasha compares to Michael and she’s aware of it. Surprisingly enough she’s not bitter about it, if I stayed with Iris then shit would’ve hit the fan. But after I found out she had not only already had the name ‘Iris’, she was going after Lucas, Tom, and several other men. I’m glad I broke up with her. It was one big regret--as I was in deep thought, I heard a knock at the door.

“Akashore, mind if I come in?” Asked Akasha. I just groaned from that question.

“There’s no issue with coming in without me saying ‘Yes’. Come in.” I answered. She then walked in and went to my desk.

“You need to put a tighter leash on Tom, like now Akashore. I’m sick of watching him every five seconds. Why don’t we get Richard to keep an eye on him?” Akasha suggested. It seems like a decent idea but the regular talk.

“Akasha, what’s going on with Michael? and by the way if you have a problem with watching Michael, I’ll ask someone like Tim Crowley to keep an eye on Michael for me.” I said in irritation. Akasha sighed.

“He’s doing ok, even though he has targets on his back, I know that he’ll be able to survive. Just like you.” Akasha said. Looking down at my hands, I can’t help but feel so happy that I’m a Dad of twins. Akiara had to be put into a coma because of what Tom had been planning. Then looking back at Akasha, I never saw myself in Michael. Akasha gives Michael her looks and her short temper.

“You know I can read minds too, ya know.” Said Akasha who gave me an irritated look. I laughed a bit then stood up and held her in my arms.

“Ok, you win. I guess in the end he does have my traits after all. But look at Akiara, she has so much of what I am.” I said then pulling back and looking away. Being the Father and ruler of the damned, I can’t help but see my traits in her. She may love Michael, but she just cares about herself and is obsessed with killing Akasha. I just can’t understand why she’s so angry all the time. I hope to find out soon, I hope.

Mikes Point of View:

As I sat on my futon writing at 5:00 AM, I looked outside my window and smiled.

“I’ll be going out later when daylight comes.” I said to myself as I went back to writing my book.

It’s 12:30 PM and I’m still writing. It’s bright out.

“Ok Mr.Laptop, I’m taking a break from you. Only for a short while.” I said then closing it and plugging it in the charger.

As I walked outside and sat down, I felt at ease. Like something had calmed me down after that nightmare that I had last night. As I thought about it more, I felt a hand creep up onto my shoulder. Turning sharply, I saw that it was only Mom.

“For the Goddess's sake, don’t scare the crap out of me like that, Mom.” I said as I shook her hand away from me. Mom then sat down next to me. Winter’s not even here yet and I’m already feeling it. What’s up with me?

“Whatever is on your mind, just so you know I know that you think too much.” Mom said as she looked at me smiling. I smiled back and in the end, she’s right. Absolutely right and I just need to focus on getting my life in order.

“Mom.”

“Yeah.” Mom said. I smiled and hugged Mom.

“Thanks.”

Going back inside my bedroom, I opened my laptop and began writing again.

“I’ll be taking you to your own personal Hell my dear!” Screeched out a familiar voice.

“Who are you? and what do you want from me!” The voice then became still.

“I’m going to make myself your most powerful and living nightmare. You better prepare for a war on the inside.” Said the voice then everything became calm.

“I need to know what these strangers want. Whatever they want, I just hope it’s not my soul.

As I began to fall asleep, I started seeing images. Images that I felt happy about. A girl with sparkly black hair and green and blue eyes. Her dress was beautiful with floral designs on it. I see her playing tag with other kids and people who look like their parents. Why am I seeing this?

“This feels like a memory, but how can that be? I’ve been reincarnated back onto earth, but maybe I’m wrong?”

“You’re not wrong, dear.” Said a voice. Turning around and that older woman is there.

“You’re my Melody and I had to show you this picture of you back years ago when you were just a small child. Your memories will come further in due time my dear.” She said then after blinking my eyes, I saw myself alone in my bedroom. Then sitting up I look out the window and I see the waxing phase of the moon.

“The moon, dear mother earth. Protect me and help me find who I really am. Please help me.”