The Celoisa Temple
Five young adults called....five open seats of study at the hidden Celoisia Temple. Five mystical journeys that will be fulfilled. Join us for another chapter! Written by alistair, TheSpecter, and ciorstian_eileionoir!
Chapter 1: Rhea- The Music of the Drive
I remember it was snowing; gentle flurries of large white puffs against a velvet black sky. And I remember music, but that is never out of the ordinary. Our home is music. What I should say is that I remember my brother's music; the mournful melody of a clarinet etude. It sang from the top of the stairs, down through the living room, cluttered with sheet music and a hodgepodge of instruments. My mother was sorting out parts for a choir concert. My father was grading a pile of compositions, complaining about how contemporary college kids didn't care enough about music history and invested too much time in trying to write the newest fad into the face of existence.
It was one of those perfect nights where the entire family was home, not spending time together, but at the same time, spending time with no one but each other. It was relaxed and peaceful. My sister, Turiel, was splayed out on the couch, bassoon part in her hand, brow bent in frustration. From where I sat on the floor, I could clearly see her scowl. She was trying to mask her hatred of the piece.
"What?" she snapped, glancing away from the music to glare at me.
"Nothing," I replied, not wanting to push her patience. She went back to frowning at the music. I decided to try again. "Do you want some help with that?"
"Nope," she replied, not even glancing up.
"I could help you read bass clef." I offered, "It's hard to get used to when you're used to treble."
"Nope." she said again.
"You just count from middle C," I added, thinking the clue would spark her down the right path. She stiffened, crumpled up the music, and threw it at me. Without another word, she stormed upstairs. I heard my brother's tune pause for a moment after she slammed the door. It wasn't more than a moment before his practicing continued. Tommy was not one for investigations.
"Rhea," my father said distantly, "I left my flash drive at the college. If I give you my keys, could you run and go get it?"
I set down my sketchbook where I had been diligently transposing Taylor Swift's "Delicate" into a piano ditti, and took the keys without asking.
"Take Turiel with you," mom chipped in from the table, "TURIEL! I need you to go to the college with your sister to get dad's flash drive! It's dark and you guys shouldn't be out alone!"
Turiel stamped down the stairs, and we shrugged on coats, making our way to the car. She looked gorgeous even when she was angry; bright magenta lipstick and perfect red ringlets. Aquamarine eyes that were large, round, and intense. Nothing like me. I had dark milkmaid braids, and almond eyes that were just as dark. My olive skin had freckles that were like grease splatters. Nothing like her. I did have music in a way that she didn't, and in my quiet jealousy, I tried to convince myself that, in some way, that made us equal.
But we both knew it didn't and never would.
She would always stand out that way. And I could not give her music the way our parents gave it to me and Tommy.
I parked the car, left the keys in so Turiel wouldn't be cold, and ran in to get the flash drive. The college was dark, cold, and unfeeling. Its halls rejected me and spat me back into the cold a moment later, flash drive in hand.
I remember it was snowing. And I remember there was music....although that in itself is not unusual. I always had the radio on. What I don't remember is how I swerved in time not to collide with the old man, bent with age, and the young woman who was walking with him arm in arm. What I don't remember is getting out of the car after we spun out.
What I do remember, is the old man taking me by the shoulders and shaking me. Telling me how reckless I was. And for the first time, I felt the peace of my life shatter into fragments about one, unforgettable and terrible mistake. And then Turiel, bounding out of the front seat, screaming at the old man and the woman for not watching their crossing. And my reputation for responsibility, gone for good.
I remember the woman laughing. I remember she put a letter in my hand. Told me not to worry, that everything was fine. Turiel walked back to the car, and then I was alone.
I remember it was snowing. I remember there was no music....and that was the most terrible moment. In that empty void I read the letter beneath the street light and realized I wouldn't be attending my piano lesson next week.
I got in the car. I remember it was snowing. I remember there was music. A pale moon hung in the distant sky as we drove home. One look at Turiel and I knew she would be going to that same place as me.
Within our hands, we each held letter bidding us to leave our lives behind us. She would go because there was nothing in her life she loved. And I would go because the one thing in life I loved was waiting in copiousness far away.
The music of the Celoisia Temple had made known our destinies.