Of Two Minds and One Body :The Splitting and Mixing of Souls

Fighting. Sometimes you watch it out of curiosity. Other times enjoyment. But it is another thing all together to watch those you love fight a hopeless battle. To know they are doing everything to win and yet you cannot help. You can only watch, pray, and hope. This is your fight.

Princess: All I see is darkness. Am I alive or dead? I remember the battle. Victory was won. And then...something happened. Something wrong, horrid, perverse. I was-

Voice: Invaded? Penetrated? Raped?

Princess: I know your voice. You where there at the battle, where you not?

Voice: Yes, I was. Now I am here.

Princess:...Inside my mind? My soul?

Voice: Yes, but I should not be here.

Princess: Show yourself.

Voice: Show myself? I am not the one keeping us in the dark. Speak it...speak the spell.

Princess: I won't. Not for you.

Voice: Very well, "Illumination".

With but a word the pitch blackness transforms to a pure white. She does not open her eyes. She dares not look at the thing that taints her soul. But she knows she must, and so she does. As she looks at the face of the man behind the voice she can feel her heart skip a beat as she tries to figure out what's going on. For, you see, the face that she sees is the face of her bother. But in truth this is not the face of her bother, but her father made to look younger. A clone of sorts. Here in her minds eye she knows things about the man she sees. But not all...not everything. "What is your name she says?" To which he replies, "Do I have a name? Would my name have as much meaning as your and your families? Or is my name your fathers name? Or is it yours now that I am trapped in your shell?" "This is a delusion." she says. Almost as a prayer.

"No, my dear. This is not a mere delusion. This is in your mind. Now and happening. But may I ask, what is your name?" He says with a hint of glee in his eyes.

Shame crosses her face. The image of her father is a perversion.

The man speaks again. "Is your name so strong that even you can not remember it?" The young woman cries out in anger." Never speak of names again! Your kind knows nothing of the value they hold for us! Your people kill my mother."