Author's Note: Thank you so much, OOTI fan, for taking the time to read and review! It's SO SAD how few people don't know about OOTI. It's ridiculous! This play was completely life changing for me, and it makes me sad that not very many people can share in how special it is. I hope that you continue to read and review. My updates will probably be fairly random, but I'll try not to keep you waiting for more than a few weeks, ever.
How did you become familiar with this show? Have you been in it? Any ways, I hope that you, my one loyal reviewer, enjoy the next chapter!"Daniel, we have a social calling to attend, and your father wants to have us over for dinner some time soon," Andrea's voice, infused with a beautiful French accent, called out to her husband. "Daniel?"
Confused, the petite blonde woman turned back and re-entered the bedroom, where Daniel Beauxhomme sat wearily, resting his head against his hands.
It had been five months since Ti Moune's death, and Andrea was fairly certain that her husband had gotten over the tragic passing of the peasant. Sitting down beside his distressed form, Andrea placed a hand on his shoulder.
"What is it, my love?" she asked him softly.
Daniel looked up and into her light eyes, so different from the black eyes he wished he could see again. "I've been having this dream, Andrea."
He paused then, and when Andrea did nothing but look at him expectantly, he opened his mouth hesitantly to continue. "In the dream, there is a man. He's got dark skin, coal black eyes, and strange black markings all over his skin. He keeps on telling me he's coming to take me away."
Andrea frowned. "It's just a nightmare," she murmured to him.
"I suppose. But it feels so real. And… the man is familiar to me. I think I dreamt about him once, long ago. When… when I was in a car crash that nearly took my life, this man was there. I know he was."
Andrea gripped his hand. "This is silliness, Daniel. Superstition. It's all a dream."
Daniel grimaced and looked away from his wife, pulling his hand away from her grasp.
"Are you angry?" Andrea asked timidly.
"No. Not at you."
But you are angry?" Andrea probed.
"At myself. For not having the words to explain this to you."
The couple sat in silence for a moment, but, abruptly, Andrea straightened up. "As I was saying, your father wanted to see us, and meet little no-name," she said, patting her slightly rounded stomach affectionately.
Daniel sighed and nodded, getting off the bed and walking out of the room with her to fulfill an obligation that had killed his Ti Moune.
The gods tried their hardest to go about their old lives, but without Ti Moune to watch after, there seemed to be very little to do. Papa Ge harvested his usual souls, Erzulie meddled in people's lives, and Asaka and Agwe furnished the island with spritely trees and flowing rivers. However, the gods found their minds wandering toward Andrea and her unborn child more often than was normal.
Papa Ge, sighing, watched a peasant family discover their oldest member of the family, an elderly grandfather, lying in bed, having passed peacefully in his sleep. Lately, Papa Ge hadn't the heart to take people's lives the way he used to. Now a days, he only killed those whose deaths were inevitable- old folks, people who had gotten diseases from working in the fields for long hours, or a few casualties resulting in particularly nasty arguments between Agwe and Asaka, the only two gods whose bouts of anger could result in earthquakes and floods down in the mortal world.
"Papa Ge," Erzulie murmured, appearing at his side.
"Erzulie," Papa Ge nodded his acknowledgement, and the two stared in silence at the mourning peasant family.
"Andrea is having her baby," Erzulie told him softly. Papa Ge's head snapped up. He tried to hide his interest in the topic, but the Love Goddess detected it straight away.
"Agwe and Asaka are already over there." A pause. "Are you coming?"
Papa Ge shrugged, and then, hesitantly, nodded his head. "Let's go."
Erzulie laughed her tinkling bell laugh and walked away, letting Papa Ge follow behind her.
A little boy. Named for his father. Daniel Beauxhomme. Papa Ge scoffed to himself. Original. This wasn't right. Daniel was not supposed to have a child with the French woman. Ti Moune was his love. How could Daniel betray her like this? Just because her human body existed no more, did not mean that she was gone.
And how… how could Ti Moune, forever a tree, watch her love get married to, and get pregnant, a woman other than herself? How awful it must be… to never have a choice.
"He's beautiful," Asaka murmured.
Agwe looked at her. "He's a Beauxhomme, of course he is."
"I'd like to be his loa, if that's alright with all of you," Asaka murmured, watching the boy with strange fascination.
Erzulie, Papa Ge, and Agwe all looked at each other, surprised. They had avoided discussing what to do about the boy when he was born, since they all assumed none of them would want the job of being responsible for such a life. Little Daniel, a new born child gently cradled in the fine young arms of Andrea, was a boy born into a family blackened by a hidden truth- Daniel did not love his wife. Or, if he did feel affection toward her, it was not the burning passion that he had felt for his dead peasant girl.
Agwe, shrugging, turned to his sister. "You can take him, if you like."
Asaka smiled, and, suddenly, Papa Ge noticed a mischievous glint appear in Mother Earth's eyes.
Erzulie and Agwe, intently observing the new family, noticed nothing.
Years have a way of passing quickly when you're immortal, and before Asaka, Agwe, Erzulie and Papa Ge knew it, little Daniel was ten years of age, a strapping young boy full of health and promise for a bright future.
Papa Ge had never forgotten the look that Asaka had worn the night of little Daniel's birth, but he had kept his brooding suspicions to himself.
And one day, as little Daniel was walking past Ti Moune's tree, he noticed a little girl sitting high in the branches…
And the spirit of Ti Moune touched their hearts and set them free to…
"Asaka! " Papa Ge demanded suddenly, striding through the front door of the house and slamming it behind him.
"Hmmm?" The Earth Goddess asked casually.
"Did you plan this?" he demanded shrilly.
"Papa Ge, what are you talking about?"
"Daniel and Andrea's boy. You're little Daniel's loa. He was meeting a peasant girl in Ti Moune's tree today. I watched them talk. There was a spark of something in their eyes that made me think…"
Papa Ge stopped short as Erzulie swept breezily into the room.
"A spark of love! Erzulie, was this you?"
Erzulie came over to Asaka and Papa Ge and took a seat next to her sister.
"Would you mind speaking in clearer sentences, my brother?" Erzulie said, fighting down a smile.
"Little Daniel. Was. Walking past. Ti Moune's tree. And he met a peasant girl there. Coincidence?" Papa Ge's foot was tapping against the floor with agitated impatience.
"Of course not," Agwe said, entering the room.
"You knew of this?" Papa Ge asked.
Asaka, with some alarm, noticed a vein pulsing in Papa Ge's temple- a sign of extreme anger on the God's face.
"What's wrong? So we facilitated a simple meeting. What's the matter with you, Papa Ge?"
"History cannot repeat itself, 'Saka," Papa Ge muttered. "I don't think any of us could take us."
"But Sophia is not Ti Moune, Papa Ge. And history will not repeat itself. We're only trying to give Daniel something he wants."
"Sophia?" Papa Ge spat. "You're kidding."
Silence came over the room and Papa Ge knew they were all thinking back to the peasant girl's birth, roughly nine years earlier…
Each time a new peasant or Grand Homme was born on the Antilles Island, the four Gods conversed to decide which of the four of them would be most responsible for his or her life. In some cases, all four gods ended up influencing a particular life, but there was always one God that made the final decision about their life.
On one particularly bleary night, about a year after little Daniel was born to Andrea, the four Gods were preparing to decide upon a loa for a little peasant child that was to be born that night.
The day had been moderately temperate, no storm, so it stood to reason that this birth had very little to do with Agwe. The God of Water was a loa only to those who were born on days of his rain showers, or even his terrible storms. Papa Ge rarely took people into his care, since no person wanted the Death God to rule their lives. In fact, the guys were sure the decision just came to rest between Asaka and Erzulie. Since the Love Goddess had recently taken a peasant girl into her care, it was nearly decided that Asaka would be the loa for the unborn no-name.
However, as the wail of the new born girl pierced the still night, the four gods saw the face of little Sophia, the infant, and everything changed.
Just above her left eye there was a birthmark, in the shape of a little heart.
Erzulie stared in wonder.
It didn't happen often, but occasionally, someone really blessed by the gods had a marking somewhere on their skin that chose their loa for them. This heart, and therefore this girl, belonged to Erzulie.
"Yes, Sophia. And this time will be different, We'll make sure of it," Asaka said. The truth was, they all missed the meddlesome way they had dealt in Ti Moune's life, and they wanted to experience that again. Well, three of them did, anyway.
Furious, Papa Ge stormed out of the room. How? How could his three idiot friends think that meddling in peasant and grand homme affairs would be a good idea? Was this a game to them? Did they not remember? It had been over ten years since Ti Moune's death, but the pain of her loss was still a fresh wound. Did the other three not remember the pain?
The gods had all watched Sophia closely as she grew up, since people were rarely born with physical markings of the gods on their person. And, it seemed, Erzulie and Asaka had been planning the meeting of Little Daniel and young Sophia since the birth of the strange girl, destined to love.
Abruptly, it made Papa Ge furious. How dare they hide something this big from him, and for so long? The gods were best friends, so entwined in each other's lives that to hide anything would take an extreme amount of effort. It was never worth it for any one of them to keep secrets. What was different about this moment? Had they known he would react badly?
Something in his head told him that this would end badly. There could be no happiness between a Beauxhomme and a peasant girl. Hadn't that already been proved?
After spending about three minutes in the hall outside of the chamber where the other three gods were waiting, Papa Ge turned back and entered the room once more.
"There can be no happy ending," he said darkly.
Erzulie shook her head. "You can't know that," she whispered.
"Well, you can't know it will end well, can you?" he argued back. Erzulie flinched from Papa Ge's biting tone.
Asaka placed a hand on Erzulie's shoulder as a sign of comfort, and Agwe's hand twitched, as if he wanted to step forward and move closer to Papa Ge.
"If we can't hope for peace on the island, what's the point?" Asaka said, matching the Love Goddess's hushed tone.
"Grand Hommes and peasants will never exist as one. It will not happen." The words hurt Papa Ge to say, but he believed them to be true. He had been around too long. He knew the true cruelty of men. But, Asaka was right. If there was no goal, nothing to reach for, what was the point of existing at all?
"You're wrong, Papa Ge," Agwe said, his voice rising slightly. The God of Water was always the one who had trouble controlling his temper, but at this point, the Death God was in no condition to try and calm Agwe down.
"I won't back you three up on this. I won't encourage this," he said, nearly a yell.
Asaka and Erzulie both closed their eyes, but Agwe's blue-grey orbs stared directly into Papa Ge's coal black ones.
"You'll turn your back on us?" Agwe asked.
Papa Ge stared at the girls, who were probably busy trying to imagine how the scenario would play out. The worst thing any of the four of them could imagine was being separated. In fact, the only thing that could kill a God was the hatred of another God. If they betrayed each other, they could live no more.
"I could never…" Papa Ge began, but then he stopped. "I can't help you do this, Agwe. But I also can't stop you, can I?"
There was a dark silence in which Agwe, Papa Ge, Asaka, and Erzulie stared at one another, waiting for the next move.
"I should go," Papa Ge finally said, and he turned and swept out of the room, and out of his life as he knew it.
I hope that you get a chance to read. I'd love some really specific feedback, such as what your favorite part or line from the story was. Obviously, it's Papa Ge centric. I just wanted to explain what Papa Ge looks like to me- my friend who played him in the play is quite short, with tanned skin and coal-black hair. For our production, we put black symbols all over his chest, back, and arms, that were representative of the French Antilles religion. We did quite a bit of research for our production.