Nothing Changes **NEW**
Author's Note: Now starting to feel a little bit like my old self, and my muse is coming out for short bursts, so I'm writing more little snapshots into Alissa. This was inspired by a tumblr writing inspiration blog called writeworld.org
. Enjoy. (As always the concept of Immortals does not belong to me...I'm just borrowing it for a bit.)
Here's the pic that inspired this:
Art by Meduana
It had been nearly 50 years since Alissa had set foot in Budapest, and she marveled, as always, about how much could change in so little a time. She walked over the bridge and grinned at the tourists with their instagram accounts and facebook posts.The last time I was here, this city was under the thumb of the Soviets. And lets not forget when I met Loker here a ceuntry before. Ah, those were the days.
She was broken from her musing by a whistle from a nearby grocer. **”Üdvözlet régi barát!”
"Josef, kedves fiam, hogy van?"
"Nem is olyan kicsi most"**
Alissa laughed “This is true,” she said, switching to English, which she knew quite well that Josef knew, since she’d taught him back after she escaped the Nazis.
"What brings you back this way, villám harcos?"
"Lightning warrior? I thought you were asleep the night I left," she scolded him, putting a gentle hand around the now enfeebled shoulders of the boy with the bright eyes and troubled soul she’d found in the rubble all those years ago.
"All I knew was you went out to defend yourself against a man who had threatened your friend, my father, and you never came back."
Alissa sighed and kissed Joseph on the forehead. “I wanted to come back, but I couldn’t risk them finding and killing you and your father. It wouldn’t be right to put my Watcher in danger.”
Joseph led here into the hidden back room that had been in his father’s shop since before the war made it perfect to hide Jews, much like young Josef, behind and away from the Nazis. “So it was you that was that big boss lady over in the Americas. Why stop now?”
Alissa thought back to her bright eyed, shining teenage daughter and how Jareth was even now helping her fit into her new role as CEO of MacKenzie Corp and smiled. “It was time. Now, my young friend, tell me what all I have missed. I see no grandchildren.”
**(Translation courtesy of google translate)
“Greetings, my old friend!”
"Joseph, my dear boy, how are you?"
"Not so young now!"