Pegasus

He came to her in her dreams just after her older brother died. He told her that he was there to protect her from what had killed her brother; everyone knew it had been a fight between him and their father, no one dared to say it aloud, especially near a three year old.

It was on her third birthday that he showed up for the first time, near a beautiful lake of gold-sparkled water. Her brother had died about two weeks ago, and had been in the hospital with brain-damage for about four weeks before that. According to her parents he had gotten into a fight with one of his friends, who had in turn bashed his head in with a metal baseball pat. He was only 14 years old. Everyone knew the truth, especially the three year old with the all-knowing blue eyes.

The dream was too real this night, even for her. She could feel the warm breezes in the cool air against her flesh; she could feel the flutter of her pink night shirt against her tiny body. She could feel her long black hair beating against her face and back. She could hear the wind through the distant trees, and she could feel the cool marble of the floor against her bare feet. She walked slowly through the huge open hall, like the main hall of a large castle, and walked slowly out into the empty courtyard outside.

There she first saw the golden lake, with the moon shining through the clear black sky and bathing everything with a pale blue. She could taste the wet damp air, and she felt the clear desire to slip into the cool water and feel it against her flesh. Her blue eyes were glowing unnaturally bright in this setting; her flesh oddly pale, and her nightgown oddly drained of its normal vibrant breathing color.

Her eyes scanned the lake until they stopped on the tall dark figure of an adult man. His body was thin, but not frail, and she could see his eyes watching her carefully, she didn’t dare move; but he moved anyway. He walked slowly towards her, and she didn’t move either right, left, back, or forward. She kept her bare feet locked on the cool marble floor and kept her blue eyes locked on him.

As he came closer to her she realized he wasn’t much taller, which is when she had the odd desire to look to the marble pillars next to her and gaze at her reflection. She was gorgeous, her long black hair free against her body, sucking the color from her oddly stunning pale skin. She was most taken back by her blue eyes, which were brighter and filled with more color than anything else in this dream of hers. Her body was tall and full, the body of a grown woman. Her curves were perfect, and she looked almost exactly like her mother, only with her father’s blue eyes and hair.

She couldn’t hold back the desire to touch her finger tips to the reflection, and she studied her thin fingers and tiny frail hands with almost morbid curiosity. The bones were curved perfectly, she felt as if to be made out of the most perfect clay and glass. Like a doll, only far more perfect.

She watched him step into her reflection now, and the first thing her eyes locked on were his deep pale blue eyes, which watched her with an odd desire that wasn’t quite lust, but wasn’t anywhere near indifference. His body was only about a head taller than her, and she saw now that his hair was a shoulder length blond, his skin far more pale than hers and his eyes a far paler, but still outstanding, blue. His lips were thin, his face with high cheek bones; he was almost feminine in appearance, but he held himself the way a prince would; eloquent but strong.

While she was in a floor length pink dress, he wore a pale blue long sleeve shirt with a golden rimmed white sleeveless vest over it. His pants were unlike dress pants in the fact that they seemed much to like silk, but all the same they were far too formal to be anything but. They were a pale blue, lighter than his blue shirt, but far more blue than the white he wore. He was oddly handsome in this getup, although she knew she would never have though so of anyone else.

“You must be wondering who I am.” His voice was gentle, and almost sing-song like. It was perfect. The tone, the pitch, everything was perfect. She couldn’t keep her eyes off his reflection, and she watched his lips move with an odd concentration. His words also sounded…powerful.

“Of course I am…” She was shocked to her herself speak, even more shocked to watch her lips move as she did, her tiny adult hands clasping over her lips in this shock, and a blush filling into her pale cheeks. She watched the grin form on his thin lips, and felt herself blush slightly more, not daring to turn from the reflection.

“You may call me… Pegasus.” He chuckled slightly at her reaction to her own perfect voice, and he also knew that had to have been the first time she’s ever heard herself speak, after all the child was only three in her own world. “And please, don’t be surprised, you have a lovely voice…I cannot wait till you can actually use it in your own reality.”

She nodded slightly, this wasn’t a dream; or at least…it wasn’t a dream she was going to wake up to find that it was only such; a figment of her imagination that would never exist. Somehow, this entire situation was actually happening, how; she could only guess. She swallowed slightly, and forced herself to turn from the marble pillar to face him, the blush forcing itself back into her face as she realized just how close they actually were.

“How do you know about me in my reality?” She asked this carefully, almost scared to know the answer.

“I’ve been watching you.” He answered this almost too matter-of-factly, as if this was no surprise at all.

“Why?” She didn’t feel scared, or hurt, or even slightly upset at this, it was as if his last comment was just that, just a statement of fact, nothing surprising or odd about it.

“You ask too many questions, but if you must know. It is because I have to protect you. You have something many of my kind would kill for, or at least murder to get out of the way.” He also said this as if it was another commonly known fact.

“Your kind, and just what are you?” She ignored the fact none of this should make sense, and fell into a natural rhythm of conversation, as if all of this was common knowledge to everyone except her, and now she had to know.

“My kind and I are creatures that humans only dare imagine. Some of us are pure of heart, and can travel around in your world without raising any kind of questions among the humans; others of us are dark of heart and only wish that human would bow rightfully to whom they should.”

“What do they want from me?”

“Your power of control,” once again it was another simple statement of fact, as if everyone but her knew this clearly and therefore couldn’t argue the logic behind it.

“What control?” Now the skepticism rang purely in her voice, this was all ridicules. She was stuck in this stupid dream, a dream only a three year old could imagine because of how unaware of reality they were.

“Watch people the next time you speak with them, watch how people fall around you to do whatever it is you wish. Watch the influence you have over people, and you’ll understand just how valuable you’d be to my kind, those who wish to have that same control over everyone.”

She listened carefully to every word, unable to know how to respond at this point; because she had noticed it, but always pushed it into the back of her head with a simple explanation. She was three, she was adorable, and she was the only child now; of course people would be falling all over her keep her happy.


She awoke the next morning without any true consideration towards the dream she had had the night before; but every time she asked for something and it happened without a second thought she couldn’t erase his voice from her mind; but she refused to allow herself to believe something as petty as illogical as that she simply had ‘the power of control’.

It wasn’t until she was 6 years old was it really starting to show itself to her. By this point in her life she had spent a straight three years with her new best friend, Pegasus. She also learned to accept his ‘facts’ on his world, but clearly accepted the fact that they had no true interference with the facts of her world. In other words, her dream world may be affected by these facts, but not her reality. That was until the night she got into a fight with her father.

Her parents had learned to accept her unexplainable intelligence as simply a spark of genius, but they also both agreed to keep it well hidden from the world and in everyday life she was forced to pretend she was nothing but an everyday 6 year old. That was at least the case until she got home and was alone with her family, then she would joke around in her younger teen voice and watch them with her all knowing blue eyes.

This day she came home during the middle of a fight between her parents; she had just been promoted to the second grade, and her father thought this was the worst mistake they could allow to happen. It must never be known just how intelligent their child was; their abnormal child. Their own son wasn’t allowed to know, it’s why he had been killed in the first place.

She heard this, and she felt something snap inside of her; and also for the first time ever felt Pegasus’s presence clearly with her, she could feel him watching, she could feel him waiting, she could feel him ready to protect and bend to her every command. Her father had just screamed something at her mother that she had always known but never dared think about.

Her older brother, only 14 when it happened, was killed because he knew. He knew everything about his sister, and she felt Pegasus’s pain well up inside of her own body, and she knew instantly what that meant.

You knew him! You knew Zack didn’t you!

Her mental voice was alight in rage, and she screamed mentally at the man she knew was watching her. She was answered in silence at first, but as she stood against the hallway wall, listening to the fight in the living room before her, she could feel his emotions clearly; and she knew he was still right there with her.

I…I had to tell someone, and your parents refused to listen to the signs. Adults don’t believe in creatures like me; so unless I wanted to break the treaty I had to go to someone else, and he was still a child. He let me in his dream willingly, and he understood exactly what I was talking about because he had seen it first hand before.

His voice was clear, even if it was only in her head. It was still perfect, just like the voice she heard from him while still in her dreams. It was still that deep angelic protective voice she had nearly fallen in love with; but that couldn’t hold back the rage she still felt bubbling up inside of her at this news.

You got him killed! You even knew that it was your fault! Still you never told me! Why not!?

Now there was no answer at all, even his emotions had left from her body, and she knew why when she turned towards the living room and saw her father stalking towards her, his eyes glazed over with drink. He knew she had heard their fight, and that just wouldn’t go.

She felt the dread well up inside of her, and then heard Pegasus respond quickly to her, his voice instantly calming her down.

You won’t be hurt, Flick, you know I’m here.

She nodded mentally to herself, and felt his emotion and appearance fade from her body once again; she felt alone but knew she wasn’t; she would never be alone now, and she knew this. She turned her eyes to stare at her father, and she watched in stunned silence as he froze in place; even his face losing the look of anger, his eyes filling with a strange fear.

The air became heavy, and she could feel his mind clearly against her own; it felt like clay, clay she could mold in her fingers and make any shape she wished out of it. Her mother stepped towards them, and she felt her mother enter the cloud of heavy air around her and her father, she also saw her mother’s face as the knowledge clicked in her mind, and she too felt the sudden desire to bend to her daughter’s will without even a second of argument.


Rule one. Your desire is absolute. Whatever you wish shall be, and only God himself can fight against that. This is a power you must use carefully; because if you say die, they will drop dead there. If you say suffer, they will scream and plea with you but never actually want to stop.


She felt the power build in her mind, and she also knew exactly what she wanted from her father, she thought of the words carefully, her eyes locked in his less than average blue eyes.

“I want you to disappear.” Her voice was hard, controlling, and the words rang with power.

“I want you to disappear forever, and never return! You can die if you see fit, but I don’t care
either way. I want you to leave us now!” She saw the knowledge click in her father’s face, and the agreement he couldn’t fight… but she also saw it on her mother’s, and her stomach dropped in horror as she realized what it meant when she could feel their minds against her own. It meant she had control over them.


Rule two. You can command as many people as you touch at once, but be warned, once your will is spoken you cannot undo it until the first command is completed. You must therefore be careful with your rage and your haste and never wish for something too quickly without thinking it through.


She felt tears well up in her eyes as Pegasus’s words from the first night they met rang in her mind; your power of control. My power of control, she muttered mentally to herself, begging for Pegasus’s presence yet again. As she watched her parents leave helplessly, she gained control of her emotions and was able to pull off the 6 year old act perfectly.

She waited just three days for the neighbors to notice how the normally very socially active family dropped off the radar. She waited in her room, crying in a corner; which wasn’t so much an act, for the police to show up, and she noticed how two of them mumbled to each other as they removed her from the home and took her to her mom’s best friend’s home not far away, but in a new city.

While she watched these two mumble, a very beautiful young woman who seemed to be in her late twenties and a younger man who was just as feminine as beautiful as her who seemed to be in his early thirties, she heard Pegasus speak calmly to her; almost a whisper, as if he didn’t want his presence known to even her.

There are those of us who blend in perfectly with society, but you still don’t want to risk it; guard your desires my child.

She nodded mentally too him, and pulled off the six year old act perfectly, clinging to the cops when needed and crying when the time was right; she also noticed that no matter how hard she tried they all were still beyond intrigued by her all knowing eyes. Her blue orbs which seemed to stare past a person’s outer flesh and to his very soul.


She never doubted a word he said to her from that moment on. Her ‘power of control’ had been proven, and she assumed that if he existed so did these creatures of darkness that he spoke of so often. She also learned that as long as she never spoke when it wasn’t needed and didn’t let her emotions get out of control she remained in perfect control of this ‘power’.

Pegasus’s didn’t truly approve of her desire to just get rid of the power or forget about it, but he said nothing to her about it. She knew that in reality he was only scared of losing a purpose to remain here in her ‘dreams’ in their world together. She was too young, emotionally as well as mentally even, to understand why he would fear such a silly thing; but she knew he did.


“He didn’t like you at first you know.” She laughed slightly to herself, her laughter like perfect ringing bells, it gave Eric chills to listen to.

“He didn’t like ‘me’? Why not!? I’m awesome.” He grinned at her, and she smiled happily back at him, letting herself fall to her back in the soft damp ground.

“I’m not sure why, honestly…I know that you gave off the same emotion when you realized that everyone else was in my control, jealousy, when I told him about you.” She let her eyes close, and was talking in a hushed tone now.

Eric thought about this a moment, Pegasus was jealous of him, but why? Why on earth would an immortal being be jealous of him? Especially a man as pretty as he must have been, according to Felicia, he had no competition on anything; he couldn’t protect her from other immortal beings; that was for sure.

“That doesn’t tell me why though.” He sighed some, and let himself fall to his back next to her, allowing himself to stare up into the trees above them.

“I guess he doesn’t like the fact you can be here, and he can’t.” She shrugged slightly, not at all understanding either of them in this area of life anyway. They were both her best friends; so why would Eric be radiating with a tiny bit of jealousy knowing about Pegasus?

“How come you’re jealous of Pegasus?”

He blushed slightly, and bit down on his bottom lip for a moment before swallowing hard and answering quietly.

“I guess it’s because you think about him a lot more than you do of me.” His voice was quiet, and he felt his heart ache slightly at her response, as for what reason he himself didn’t even know.

“Yeah, I guess that would make someone jealous.” She laughed slightly and jumped to her feet to start heading back home. “Let’s go, it’s getting late!”

It wasn’t a question, and Eric couldn’t fight it. He stood slowly, and began to follow her back home, ignoring the strange subtle pain in his chest. They walked back to her home silently.