Name: shadowsong26
Story: Knowing
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Cinnabar #14. Distil, French Grey #2. His ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge., Patriarch Purple #9. soldier
Supplies and Materials: photography, watercolors, oils, yarn, beading wire, glitter (Have you ever been caught in the middle of two opposing forces or people? Tell us about it. Or write about it.),
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Simon
Warnings: References to war and amnesia and treating people like game pieces.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.



He knew who he was now. He knew what he was now.

And he knew who and what had freed him. And he knew the War was all but here.

True, he didn’t know much about Michaela’s plans. He knew that figured into them somehow--but perhaps his part was done. After all, he knew his army of descendants were important, that every human vital to the War came from him.

And Dr. Anders--poor, sweet, wounded Dr. Anders--had been deprived of her history by a relative she had never met, and he had no way of warning her.

And Michaela had sent him to her, so she was important, too. If only for--

True, history had recorded mistakes before--he wasn’t entirely the evil men believed, and Michaela was--

So maybe, maybe Dr. Anders would be protected.

He doubted it.

So, he ran. He ran, and he ran, as far from Red Sky and Michaela and Dr. Anders and the one called Lux as he could.

By the time he realized that he should have called Alejandro, should have warned him, the Four had awakened, and it was far too late for him to save anyone at all.