The transformation

By ladyumbra

Notes: poetry and prose intermingled.

In the beggining ..

Two seperate beings with two seperate souls,
each needing the other to achieve their goals

This is the night and this is the time,
in a few short hours his body is mine.

Creante waited impatiently for the boy to finish the preperations and begin the spell. It had waited for this moment and soon it would be free to seek pleasure with it's own body.

Despite my mother's interference, I've had these dreams for years
I'm ready for this moment I am sure I have no fears

For several years a strange voice had spoken to Sabin in his dreams, it had held him gain power, promised him many things and now tonight following it's word he would summon a true monster to stand before him. The dreams had been interupted at first, when he'd stupidly spoken to his mother about them and she'd insisted on putting up protective herbs, eventually however he'd found his way around them and resume recieving the dreams. Then one day they had become his most recent dream the same thing over and over again untill he could see the dream during the day, untill he knew it all by heart each step, movement and word down to it's last syllable.

In the last few hours he had rounded up the things needed to perform the spell, he than then slipped away into the forest Nnow in the dead of night he put the last required object in place before sitting cross legged on the forest floor.

He speaks the words and is almost through
his power is stronger than I previously knew

This was going wonderful as far as Creante was concerned. The boy's power was growing which was fine since it needed to be at it's peak to complete the spell it still wans't that strong and the Anju felt no fear. Once Sabin was finished and on the threshold of life and death his power would be drawn away from him like a magical riptide.


The words I speak are strange, but my dreams say they are right
The spell I cast will summon a monster to my sight

Though he was excited Sabin remained calm as he spoke the spell that had been repeated to him for so long. With each word the power within him built. As the last word left his lips and echoed in the darkness of the forest Sabin could feel the magical static that surrounded him. He waited for his monster for all his hard work to pay off but something was wrong, he was beggining to feel dizzy and all of a sudden his body began to tremble.

Too late for me to turn back, as the spell is done
though my spirit dies my deceiver has not won.

Suddenly Sabin began convulsing and his mousey brown hair was shocked white. His soul began fading as the power inside him ebbed, still it heldfast to his body and as Creante entered it what was left clung to the Anju's essence melding with it and tying them both to each other and the body.

I'm trapped and for the first time I feel fear
I will have my revenge using the ones he holds dear .

and then

Divided minds reside in a single soul,
on each their half life would take it's toll

It rages and kills making us flee
it destroys everyone who gets close to me

A weary white haired youth huddled in a bed reading by candlelight. His book was old and filled with crude drawings of monsters and magical beings. Despite or perhaps due to the one living within him Sabin's need to understand magic and it's beings had grown. It was his growing knowledge and is thirst for more answers that helped him keep going as he realised he could never settle or have companions, not when the Anju wreaked havock whenever it was free.

I've lost much that I cannot regain
now I'm stuck in this body and feeling true pain

Creante hated this body and it's ability to feel. Once only iron could instill deep fear within it now it need be wary of any weapon lest it's body become injured. When it looked at it's own reflecting there were times when it could see glimmers of it's tue self , confirmation that what form it had once held was also tied to this one like it's soul.

Time passes

Thier powers are now shared and each sees some good in the situation
though their still warring personalties oft leads to complications


I am brought from despair and loneliness by her
a strong and stubborn woman that even he cannot deter.

Sabin was amazed and coonfused at Samantha's words, she had not cowered inthe face of his dark half. She had frigthned it with her words , shown it that it was changing and not into something it would want to. She had been hurt but she'd fought back and injured it far deeper.

He has such loyal friends, they and especially her will not abandon him
and each day we grow closer, our barrier of differences getting thin.

I feel and I dislike it, I understand emotions and I loathe the thought, the anju mused . It could not kill unconditonally anymore , there were consequences and it disliked this notion greatly.


With great strain on thier body and minds
Sabin and Creante are fully combined

Sabin and Creante's melding is done,
though thier life as a whole has just begun.