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Ancient Love, Forbidden Desires	By : Hellhound666 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5

Misha got up fairly early the next day, and went to see his Familiars; it was strange to have animals that were part of his very soul. Lilith had told him what each animal meant, and he had to admit, it did make sense; the elk stood for strength, agility, freedom, power and nobility, while the falcon stood for soul healing, accompanying the soul back to the soul world, swiftness, controlling speed and movement, understanding magic, astral travelling, and healing, and the horse stood for the Goddess, the land, travel, power, freedom, strength, movement, grace, dignity, stamina, endurance, faithfulness, journey, swiftness, friends, loyalty, and astral travelling. Misha was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't realize he was in the Familiars stable until he tripped over a rake, almost falling to the ground if not for someone grabbing him.

“I know you're new here, but you really should be careful around here in the stables; not everyone is as meticulous as Adam, who always puts away his equipment in the proper place. Some people just leave their stuff lying around, expecting the stable hands to put them away, which is why you tripped over that rake.” Misha looked up and saw his long dead sister looking at him with familiar eyes that no longer recognized him.

“I'm sorry; Sam told me where the stables for the bigger animals was last night and I just wanted to make sure that they were alright.” Misha replied as he stood up straighter.

“Your parents never let you have Familiars? That's rough; most kids are given their Familiars at age eleven, regardless whether they're in public school or home schooled.” Anna said as she went back to her cow.

“How did you know we hadn't had them before?” Misha asked, wondering how he had screwed up already.

“Nobody who has had Familiars since they were young refers to them as animals; they're part of our very souls, we wouldn't call them something so barbaric as animals or as crass as pets.” Anna gave her cow some more hay to eat.

“I'm sorry if I offended you; all our parents, mine, Jensen's, and Richard's were indeed very strict, believing Familiars to be something for men, not boys.”

“But they help you learn how to take care of something other than yourself, maybe even learn a little empathy and responsibility. Though, of course, people like Masters and Walker don't take any of this seriously, and leave others to care for their Familiars out of the goodness of their hearts.” Anna said with obvious anger in her voice as she petted her Familiar.

“So, what are your Familiars?” Misha asked, trying to re-connect with his reborn sister.

“A cat named Faith which signifies independence, protection, love, allows us to dream its dreams, assists in meditation, ability to fight when cornered, mystery, magic, guardianship, detachment, sensuality, aloofness, balance, wisdom, recuperative power, reincarnation, strong protector, self-assured, searching for hidden information, and seeing spirits.” Before Anna could continue, Misha said

“That sounds like you... according to Sam at any rate.” Misha covered his mistake at Anna's curious look.

“Anyways, I also have a dove named Sincerity, which symbolizes peace, love, spirit messenger, feminine energies, maternity, and prophesy. Finally, there is Hope here, who symbolizes being alert to danger, contentment, the great mother Goddess, love, connection to the grasses, sharing through community, vitality, health, prosperity, life of the land, nourishment, and motherhood.” Anna said as she petted Hope's flank gently.

“Interesting that your Familiars all have maternity or love in common.”

“Yeah, Sam say's it's because I'm such a mother hen; you know, I make sure everyone gets their homework done and it's done well in advance so we're not running on fumes when big things come our way, everyone eats at least two healthy things with each meal, at least one glass of milk a day, that sort of thing. Balthazar and Crowley complain most of the year, but, at the end of the year, when our exams are through and we've all got something really great from our guardians for getting such good grades and all, they don't complain quite so much.” Anna explained with a bit of a smirk.

“I don't think there's anything wrong in making sure your friends and family are healthy and ahead on their homework.”

“Especially when one of them is your boyfriend? Adam and I have been together for almost three years now. Now, what are your Familiars?” Anna asked after looking at the ring Adam gave her as an anniversary gift two years ago on their first anniversary that she always wore around her neck.

“A falcon, a horse and an elk, I'm afraid I haven't come up with names yet.”

“Actually, once you really cement the bond with your Familiars, they tell you their names. Now, your last name is Davis and you're in sixth year with Balthazar and the others, so follow me.” Anna said before she led Misha to the stables for sixth years.

“Uh, how do you bond with your Familiars?” Misha asked as they came to the sixth year stables.

“None of us really know; for some, it's after a traumatic event that you begin to hear your Familiars, for some, after one saves the other, you hear, maybe because you're been deemed worthy to hear their thoughts. For each, it's different; but I wouldn't be surprised if, after all these years, Walker and Masters still don't know the names of their Familiars.” Anna said as she and Misha came to the designated area allotted to him and his brother.

“And, this is where I leave you, as Sam will soon be coming down for breakfast so as to go over the lessons for today, making sure she hasn't forgotten anything, even though she never has yet. See you later Davis.” Anna then left the stables, leaving Misha to his thoughts. Michael, tell the others that Sam is going to be coming down for breakfast very soon. Misha told his cous- his brother via telepathy. He knows that Matt will be grateful for this news. After he was done caring for his pe- his Familiars, he went back into the castle and headed for the dining room, hoping to have another interesting conversation with Sam, when a dark skinned man came up to him.

“Hey, you're one of the new kids right? I'm Gordon Walker.” The boy held his hand out and Misha shook it out of politeness, though was immediately on guard; this was one of the people that made Sam so uncomfortable here at school when she should feel safe and secure like... like a princess.

“Well, I thought it best to warn you; either pick a new guide, or learn this place as quickly as you can; both of the Winchesters are freaks with bad blood and they infect anyone who stays with them for too long. The Milton's and McLeod use to be OK guys, until they became friends with the Winchester freaks.”

“And, what exactly is it that makes them such freaks?” Misha asked, opening the link to his family and Jensen so they could more clearly hear what Gordon had to say.

“It's in their blood man, it's mixed with all sorts of monsters. They got blood from dragons, basilisk, naga (three snake breeds, so you know something is wrong), harpy, some they probably don't even know about! Now, there are a lot of people around here that are hybrids of different species, and that's OK, but they're normal species like elves, faeries, mermaids and stuff like that.”

“I suppose you wouldn't find it at all interesting to learn that some breeds of faerie are carnivorous and eat any unsuspecting prey like infants? Or that some elves eat the remains of their family as a way of carrying on the true blood and a sign of respect for their elders experience, courage and things like that? And I don't think you know even the first thing about mermaids, apart from what Disney has shoved down our throats! Just because somethings species has a certain reputation, does not mean that all will follow in its path!” Misha then stormed into the dining room and sat between Sam and Balthazar, who had moved over upon seeing him enter.

“And pray tell, what has turned you into an overgrown Gila monster?” Balthazar asked as Misha piled some food onto his plate. Because of the fact that, seeing as how their group all liked the same breakfast foods, the kitchens just sent up heaping portions to their table instead of making up so many plates of the same things (though Misha did notice Sam put some bacon and whole wheat toast on his plate for him, along with some hash browns that looked delicious, which he managed a smile for; talking to bigoted morons always seemed to make him famished).

“I was just forced to talk with an insufferable, xenophobic, bigoted idiot.”

“So Walker warned you about me huh?” Sam said in a small voice that got Misha and the others (Matt, Mark, Jensen and Richard) mad; a woman of Sam's strength and intelligence should fear nothing, and talk with a clear, commanding voice.

“Yes, he did, and it's left a bad taste in my mouth.”

“So... does that mean you're going to find a better reason than my blood to drop me like an old shoe once you get the hang of this place?” Sam asked and the five new men stilled, hardly believing any one would consider this, this beautiful swan, this magnificent tigress, an old shoe. What they didn't understand (though they were grateful for it), was why she wasn't surrounded by suitors, fighting for even a glance or smidgeon of her attention.

“Sam, we don't give our attention to anyone lightly; we are not like certain air heads who give their attention and respect to authority, the first kind person that they meet or just any body. We gave our respect to you when we first met you yesterday because we could all sense that you deserved it. If we hadn't, then we would have simply followed you around without talking to you. However, I feel I must warn you, that if ever a time comes in which we don't wish to talk to you, then you will truly only have yourself to blame, as, once we have deemed someone worthy of our friendship, let alone our attention, it will take a great offence on your part to break such a bond.” Mark explained, and the others practically gaped at him, having never been told such a thing, though the others could all tell Sam liked being told such things; she never saw the need to 'sparkle' for someone's attention before, and the idea that they liked her within hours of meeting her (though the way Mark described it, sounded more like minutes), made her feel particularly happy.

“So, what have we got today?” Richard asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“We have Defence with Alistair first thing, then Care of Magical and Dangerous Plants with Professor Fiore, then there's lunch, then Creature Care with Professor Lebewesen, Runes after that with Professor Anaciano, then dinner, then Astronomy with Professor Stjerne (pronounced as stern), then homework, and bed. My advice? Try to get some homework done during dinner, it eases you're load for after Astronomy.” Balthazar recited as he ate his waffles.

“Can I ask why you guys took Astronomy?” Jensen asked as he ate, what Sam and Anna would dub as 'heart attack a la mode' for his breakfast.

“To learn how to navigate using the stars of course; there are also some spells that are stronger when the moon is in a certain house, or the stars in a certain spot, not to mention how strong a spell can be if the planets are aligned.” Crowley answered, making it sound as if Jensen had asked a very stupid question indeed.

“Be nice Crowley.” Sam mumbled as she lent into his side a bit.

“Well, why else would we be taking Astronomy? Honestly?” Sam thought she also heard him call Jensen a moron under his breath, but said nothing. They talked about little things for the rest of the morning, and Sam was rather amused that Adam was giving their new... allies (as they were not seen as friends just yet but they were more than acquaintances at this point) the third degree over everything from the latest edition of dark spells to avoid (she, Crowley and Balthazar always laughed over that, what Ash would call, ass wipe) to what kind feed they use for their Familiars.

“Bruderherz, ich bin nicht jetzt schon auf der Suche nach einen Ehemann. (1)” Sam said in German to Adam, who had the decency to blush while Anna, Balthazar, and Crowley tried to hold in their snickers.

“Ich frage nicht nur für dich, liebe Schwester, aber ich möchte meinetwegen und im Interesse unserer Freunde wissen mit wem wir assoziieren. (2)” Adam replied, trying to look as if he is justified in his suspicion, which, to be fair, he probably is.

“Das Betrifft das Wohlergehen von Anna, nicht wahr? (3)” Both Adam and Anna blushed at this comment, though the three blushed even harder when Misha said

“Wäre jetzt ein guter Zeitpunkt zu erwähnen, dass Richard, Matt, Mark und ich eine ganze Menge Deutsch sprechen können? Zusammen mit einigen anderen Sprachen, wie ich hinzufügen möchte? (4)” Sam smiled at him and asked

“What other languages do you speak?”

“Oh, a little French, a little Italian, some Spanish, you know, that sort of thing.”

“I have an uncanny feeling you're not telling me all you know.”

“Where would the fun in that be?” Sam found that she was rather beginning to like Misha. Sam then noticed it was going on 8:00, so she thought it best to head over to class.

“We still got another hour till class Sammy.” Jensen said and they were all rather shocked; no one, once she entered the academy, called Sam, Sammy anymore. Sam shook off her shock and replied

“Alistair is not a man who likes to be kept waiting; it would be wise to be there early and get a good seat.” Crowley informed them as Adam and Anna went to Charms, wishing them all good luck. Mark remembered Alistair as his number one torturer, getting anyone to tell you what you wanted to know, when you wanted to know it. The idea of him teaching Defence was a more than a little strange.

“Good to see your getting our new friends into your good habits Samantha.” Alistair said as she and the seven males came into his classroom and took up the front row.

“I thought no one called you Samantha?” Matt asked, to which Sam simply shrugged

“He's the only one that does. What's on the bill for today, Alistair?”

“Today, people are going to be getting their weapons of defence and offence. I'm going to remind you, Samantha, that there is no such thing as a weak weapon, as, though I know you are good with many weapons, I do not see you with a blade or anything like that.” Alistair said, and they were all rather shocked until Misha said,

“The weapon does not make the warrior; the warrior makes the weapon.”

“That's exactly right Misha, now, while we wait for the neanderthals, why don't you all go over battle strategies?” Alistair suggested and they all opened their books; part of the class was learning strategies that had worked and those that had failed, as well as being able to come up with your own, especially on your feet. As they all read, Alistair got everything set up, until finally it was nine o'clock, time for class to start.

“Today, my dear students, you are going to receive your weapons and, from here on out, we will have small fights to see who can handle their weapon best; these will be random in every sense of the word, your opponent shall be random, and your day shall be random. Now, what I've done, is place a personality connection spell on the weapons, causing your destined weapon to react when you are near. We'll start alphabetically with Atkins, Jonas.” Atkins ended up with a bow and arrow, which didn't surprise Sam since, if she remembered correctly, Atkins did very well in their arts class, and he always received top marks, what with his eye for detail. This went along for a little bit until

“Collins, Jensen.” Jensen got up and walked over to the weapons, each of which gave off a fairly strong glow as he walked by them, telling Sam he was as experienced with weapons as she was. Finally, he came across a wicked looking hunting knife that was serrated on one side.

“Collins, Mark.” As Mark walked in front of the weapons, Sam couldn't help but feel uneasy on how, most of the weapons that glowed around him were either excellent weapons for torture, such as Tiger Claws, or weapons that looked incredibly cruel. Finally, the glow intensified the greatest on a wicked looking four pronged trident (go to http:// vgplayers. station.sony. com/ newsArchive.vm?id=074&month=032007&section=News and tell me I'm cliche for giving Lucifer a trident). Sam gave him a bit of room as he came and sat down next to her.

“Davis, Matthew.” Matt walked about and found his weapon to be a katana, which surprised Sam, as katana's were exceptionally difficult to use. As if knowing she was impressed, Matt looked smug as he came back to sit between Mark and Jensen.

“Davis, Misha.” Sam was a little angry that a few of the students snickered at Misha's name, calling it a girls name. The snickers stopped however when Misha came back with a claymore (it's a type of sword). More names were called until

“Masters, Meg.” Meg walked away with a vicious kujang (look it up; it really does look vicious), looking very smugly at Sam.

“McLeod, Crowley.” As Crowley came up, Sam noticed that they seemed suitable for assassinations such as long range rifles, crossbows, but his strongest seemed to be a vicious looking sickle.

“Milton, Balthazar.” Balthazar's strongest glow came from a rapier. Oh boy, I can see this going to his already fat head and bloated ego. Sam thought as he sat down and still more names called till

“Walker, Gordon.” Gordon's weapons seemed to be mostly hand to hand weapons such as the cestus and brass knuckles but it appeared as though his strongest glow came from a pair of gauntlets.

“Walker, Richard.” Many weapons glowed, though the strongest came from a collapsible kama, which seemed to suit Richard just fine.

“Winchester, Samantha.” Many weapons glowed around Sam, of all sorts, but what she found the oddest was that there were two weapons that glowed equally strong.

“How is it possible she's got two weapons?” Masters asked to which Walker replied

“Probably because they barely classify as weapons.” A few laughed as Sam held up what seemed to be a length of rope and an aqua green fan with dragons on it.

“Quiet. For your information, Mr. Walker, Miss. Winchester has been chosen by a Korean fighting fan; there are blades hidden within that could quite easily sever your arteries, especially the ones in your neck. Many have lost their lives because of the very mistake you pointed out. Secondly, rope is one of the most useful weapons around, especially this kind of rope; it can be used as a lasso to catch your prey, it can make a person tell the truth, can thicken into a whip, you can disarm your opponent if you are particularly skilled, you can also use it to save lives, safely propel down a vertical surface like a cliff and, this one in particular has a counter balance with spikes on it (think about that weird chick in Superman/Batman Apocalypse who managed to disarm and stun Big Barda) that I assure you, Mr. Walker, would hurt a lot if they dug into your skin. As to your question, Miss. Masters, Sam has two because they are both suited to her personality; one is seemingly harmless while being able to actually kill you, and the other is very versatile. Now, I suggest everyone get used to your weapons since, as I said, you could get picked at any time for a fight.” Alistair said as Sam went back to her seat. Misha leaned over and whispered in her ear

“I think your weapons are really cool.” She smiled at him and said

“Thanks, I think yours is neat too.”

(1) I'm not looking for husband material just yet, my brother

(2) I ask not only for you, dear sister, but I want to know who I'm associating with for my sake and the sake of our friends.

(3) That wouldn't especially involve Anna's sake, would it?

(4) Would now be a good time to mention that Richard, Matt, Mark and I speak a fair amount of German? Along with a few other languages I might add?
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