Hey, all. Stuck in writer's block on all of my other stories. My school is doing a production of Once on this Island, so that is my current obsession. The book, My Love, My Love, is VERY different. Frankly, I like the way Papa Ge is portrayed in the musical much better. He is an amazing character. So anyways, while surfing the OOTI fan fictions, I saw one or two with original characters, which I will try to top. A few were pretty good; the most recent were meh. If you know me, you'll know I freaking love my original characters, and I like to twist the plot. Lots. So, review, message, and enjoy! I'm more amusing than mangoes, anyways.
Once on this island, there was a terrible storm. One that washed away many huts, and drowned so many peasants. Agwe spared the life of a young girl, placing her in the arms of a tree. The little girl grew up to be Ti Moune, and her story was long and tragic. But now, many years had passed since Ti Mounce became a tree. Now, there was another girl drowning in Agwe's waters.
The peasant girl was struggling in the current of the swollen river that threatened to swallow her. She kicked and grabbed at the water, trying to swim like she had been taught. The water dragged her past a tree and the little girl grabbed onto its scraggly branches. She held tight as the water whipped past her, still clawing at her as the rain poured down. Agwe's anger took the lives of almost her entire village; their proximity to the river making them prone to such flooding during violent storms.
Finally the sun broke after the stormy night, revealing the little girl clinging to life in a tree.
And the gods looked down on their island.
"Agwe, what have you done?" The weak and weary mother of the earth cried. "Why do you flood my lands?"
"You have become lazy," The God of Water snapped. Asaka flinched. "Your trees bear little fruit, and your ground gives weak plants. Wake up!"
"Stop your quarreling!" Erzulie demanded. "Agwe, look to the child you spared in the storm."
"Child?" Agwe scoffed. "What are you talking about? I spared no one. We all know how well it went last time," He said, dipping his head in respect for Ti Moune, the girl who's life the gods saved and ruined.
"The peasant girl, in a tree, orphaned by you," The Goddess of Love said, poking the God of Water in the chest. "What will we do about her? She has no one left for her, no one to care for her," She fretted.
Agwe mused, quieted by Erzulie's change of subject. "I did not pick her from the flood,," He murmured. "She must have swam."
"She fought your raging waters and took sanctuary in one of my trees," Asaka said.
"Bet it was a dead one," Agwe sneered, crossing his arms over his bronze chest.
"Maybe because of the dry spell we were experiencing," Asaka returned, hands on hips. "No fault of yours, of course. It's always my fault."
"Not the point!" Erzulie exclaimed. "Those children need us!" She insisted.
"If only you could send rain a little more frequently!" Asaka continued, ignoring her sister. "Then maybe the land wouldn't be so dry. But no, instead you must overdo everything, and flood the whole place. Really helpful, friend."
"The child will die!" Erzulie cried.
The arguing gods turned to face her.
"I believe that is Papa Ge's area of expertise," Agwe said shortly, and launched into debate with Asaka.
"Fine, then!" Erzulie huffed, and stalked off into the world of the mortals.
The other little girl was not as lucky as Ti Moune had been. Euralie and Julian were right there for her, and only needed little persuasion to adopt her. But this girl's entire village had drowned. So Erzulie took her from the tree and blessed her, giving her a loving heart and a gentle nature that would bring about love.
As she blessed the child, a figure melted from the shadows. Tall and muscled, pale, with burning red eyes, the demon had an air of confidence about him. He was dressed in the style of the peasants whose lives he took, wearing a black vest trimmed with red over black trousers. He tipped his top hat to the beautiful Goddess of Love. After many years of godliness, he was still handsome and young, and Erzulie was still beautiful and spry.
"Papa Ge," Erzulie greeted the God of Death calmly, subtly stepping in front of the child. "Haven't seen you all day," She said.
Death grinned, showing off strong white teeth like one would find in the mouth of a wolf. "I've been busy," He said, spreading his arms wide, gesturing to the destruction around them. "It's like my birthday." He placed a hand over his heart mock-respectfully. "Agwe's given me enough souls to take to keep me busy for a while." He peered around Erzulie to look at the child.
His smile faded. "That one was supposed to be mine as well," He said quietly. "Why is she not floating belly-up in Agwe's river?"
"She survived," Erzulie said. "I sense she is a fighter."
Papa Ge cocked his head, studying the child. Finally he shrugged. "She will die soon enough," he said nonchalantly. "Little orphan girl, no one to care for her. Pity."
Erzulie looked at the child as well. She had skin as tawny as a gypsy, but with emerald green eyes.
"I don't know," The goddess said. "She just might be something."
"And how do you figure that, Erzulie?" Papa Ge asked condescendingly. "Just another mortal. Her life will end before you can blink."
"I have given her the gift of love," Erzulie chirped.
"And what will that do?" Death mocked. "It will only ruin her life," He said bitterly.
"With love in her heart, the child will be eternal," Erzulie nearly sang, always the romantic. "Just like Ti Moune."
"Death will always come for her," Papa Ge reminded the goddess. "Death will come for the peasant in the tree as well."
"You do not understand," Erzulie smiled. "And you never will. Love lasts forever. It can withstand anything; raging fires, angry waters, even war. You will never harm this child."
Papa Ge raised a questioning eyebrow at Erzulie. "Oh, really?" He said to her, bending down to be level with the child. His red eyes met her green, and the girl shied away. Papa Ge took her chin in his hand. The girl struggled. "You're right, she is a little fighter," Death whispered. "But she shall always know me." He placed a hand on the child's head, and stood up. "She will always know me," The god said, louder. "She will know how I work, what it is that I do."
"You cannot burden a child with that!" Erzulie snapped.
"You burdened her as well! Look how love has ruined other mortals!" Papa Ge shouted. "Or do you not see?" He sneered. "Do you not see the ones I take whose hearts have been broken beyond repair? The ones who were betrayed by their loves? Even murdered by the people who claimed to have loved them?" He stalked up to Erzulie, putting his face close to hers.
"You do not see them," He said when she refused to stand down. "And you never will! Mortals are your playthings; we all can see that. The irony of that!" He exclaimed, making Erzulie jump. "The goddess of love feels no love for her little toys. She plays with their romances, making grand tragedies, but cares nothing for the love of family, the love of community!"
Papa Ge tilted his head. Erzulie flinched when his warm breath hit her face. "You should not be the goddess of love," He jeered cruelly. "For you only control lust." He hissed the last word, lips nearly touching hers. Finally Erzulie stepped backwards, nearly shaking.
"Love is-is," She stuttered, frightened by Papa Ge's speech.
"Love has many powers, if the love is true," Papa Ge repeated her words from years ago back to her in a singsong voice. "It wasn't true, was it, Erzulie?" He asked.
"Ti Moune would not kill him to save her own life," Erzulie said, finding her voice. "She loved him in the face of you!"
"She loved him," Papa Ge said. "He did not care! He took his French woman and 'loved' her like he 'loved' the peasant!" He exclaimed. "That is not love! Face it, Erzulie. You. Failed."
"But Ti Moune did love him!" Erzulie insisted.
"And how did that help her?" Papa Ge bellowed, making the goddess quake in fear. "What is love if it is not returned?"
"It is still love," Erzulie answered timidly. Papa Ge waved his hand, and addressed the child.
"Stay away from that one," He told her quietly, pointing to Erzulie. The child no longer showed any fear towards him. "She will ruin your life. But," He said. "I will be there when she finishes her games. I will always be here." And the God of Death melted back into the shadows.
Erzulie stroked the little girl's head after the demon had left. "How brave you are," She said to the girl. "Little lion, you will show Papa Ge what love truly is. Petit lionne, you are strong and you will teach him." Erzulie kissed the child's head and left her there, at the base of the tree.