Post by Chrynos on Dec 14, 2007 21:16:05 GMT -5
"Brian..."
Huh? Brian opened his eyes, but squinted them as bright light entered his eyes. He lifted his hands, placing them in front of his eyes. As soon as his eyes got used to the lighting, he placed his hands down. His eyes still squinting slightly, he looked around. He let out a soft 'hmm' as he noticed where he was. Everywhere around him was white. He looked down. He was sure that he was standing on a floor and yet, his shadow went nowhere. It was nowhere to be seen. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, they seemed nowhere to be seen. Everywhere Brian looked, it was simply white.
"Whe-... Where am I?"
Then, there was another bright light, causing Brian to lean back and cover his eyes with his arms once more, his eyes squinting. He grunted softly, taking a step back. As soon as the light was gone, he put his hands down, blinking his eyes for a few times, before looking around once more.
"Brian... It's time..."
Brian looked around. The voice seemed to come from nowhere and the echoes only made it harder to find the source of the voice. The dark blue-haired 14-year-old looked around. Where was the voice coming from? Then, he opened his mouth to speak once more.
"Time for what?"
"For me to awaken..."
Then, suddenly, Brian felt a gust of wind blowing at his face, but it was no mere wind. The wind felt like it was made of ice blocks fresh from the freezer. Brian instinctively hugged himself and started rubbing his arms as he leaned forward slightly, trying to reduce the surface area that was exposed to the cool wind. What was happening here? Was this a dream? Then it wasn't supposed to be this cold. How he wished there was a fire.
There was a loud roaring sound and Brian's eyes widened as his forearms being engulfed suddenly in flames. He yelped, falling backwards on his bottom as he started swinging his arms, trying to get rid of the flames, but to no avail. Though it did not hurt and the warmth the fire provided was somewhat comfortable, the thought of having his arms being burnt off was enough to cause Brian to panic.
He once more yelled in surprise as the moment he thought of water, the fire disappeared and bubbles started to emerge from the skin of his arms. He was wearing only a pair of pajama pants, after all. He stretched his arms out far, staring at the bubbles in amazement and horror. What was happening? His arms no longer felt warm but rather, it felt cool. Finally calming himself down, he pulled his arms closer to him as he slowly inspected them.
Brian let out another yelp as darkness suddenly engulfed the area and for a moment, Brian thought he had his eyes closed. As a chain of thought entered his mind, the word lightning came and he felt his arms vibrating slightly as light once more filled his eyes. Lightning was jolting out of his arms, like one of those power coils where lightning would simply flash out and disappear. Brian gulped as he wondered what was happening to him.
He jerked his arms outwards, hoping to get rid of the lightning as he suddenly thought of sand. At that, he noticed sand grains appearing out from the darkness and covering his arms for a moment, before dispersing once more and into the darkness.
"Wha-What just happened?"
"We are now one..."
This time, the voice did not echo and Brian could tell where it came from. He looked up, only to see light. It was not as bright as the light from earlier, but it was bright nonetheless, and it was only getting brighter every second. Though, it did not take long for Brian to realise it. It was not become brighter, it was coming closer. He let out a surprised yell as a large white ball suddenly collided with his bare chest and suddenly searing heat filled his body as he saw the white orb started to fade into his chest.
He let out a painful yell as his body started to jerk in all directions. Then, the white orb finally entered his body and suddenly, darkness enveloped. Everything then changed. His back was now lying something solid yet soft. The stench of sweat filled his nose and he saw blue. His blue ceiling, to be precise. He was breathing heavily and his bare upper body was sweating. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to figure out what happened. It was obvious that it had been a dream and yet, it felt so real.
He groaned, lifting his arms up for a moment to rub his eyes with his palms but remembered what had happened to them earlier. He opened his eyes, pulling his arms away. He was rather surprised to see that they were the same as they were before he went to sleep. So, it must have been a dream. He turned his head as his ears picked up a sound, scaring him slightly. As his eyes rooted themselves onto his door, he heard his mother calling.
"Brian! It's time for breakfast! You better come down here or you'll be late for school!"
Brian grunted, before letting out a chuckle. She always said that and yet, Brian had never been late for school, save for that time when Nero had asked him for a spar. He sat up, then remembered something about the dream. He looked down at his chest, placing his right hand on it. He started to wonder once more, what that white orb had been. Then, at the corner of his eye, he noticed something. On the life side of his chest, was a mark of a pentagon, divided equally into five parts. He stared at it for a moment, before touching it with his finger.
It did not seem like a tattoo. At that, Brian started to doubt that it was a dream. Whatever the mark was, it had not been there when he went to sleep the night before. He let out a grunt. If his mother saw that, he was going to be dead. What explanation would he give her then?
"She'd freak if saw this. She'd think that it's a tattoo."
Brian groaned, keeping his eyes on the mark. Whatever it was, it had to be something that had a name but until then, Brian was going to keep it a secret. He got off the bed, hopping on his feet a few times to get his body pumped up for the day. Cracking his neck and knuckles for a moment, he quickly put a shirt on, intending to hide the mark from his mother. Then, he opened the door and proceeded to the dining room. Upon seeing his mother, he walked up to her and placed his cheek against hers.
"Morning, mom."
"Morning, B."
Brian let out a chuckle. She'd never stop calling him that. Pulling a chair back at the dining table, he sat down as his mother placed a plate of pancakes in front of him. Saying his thanks, he started to munch them down, the thoughts of the dreams repeating in his head. After breakfast, he went back up to his room. Throughout when he was bathing and changing, the thoughts of the dream he had was stuck in his head as he debated with himself what it had meant. And what was that voice?
After saying goodbye to his mother, Brian left the house. He was wearing a light blue shirt followed by a pair of dark blue jeans. His sneakers were black and squeeked softly with every step he took. Over his shoulders, he was carrying his grey backpack. As he walked to school, he once more thought of the dream. Turning right, he now walked on the road his school was located at. Looking up, he saw a familar young man leaning against a lamp post not too far in front of him.
The boy wore a black shirt followed by a pair of dark brown cargo pants, his arms crossed over his chest and his bag by his side. His black hair waved with the wind, same as Brian's blue hair. Though, there was something different about him. His naturally-red eyes were full of thought, or at least, much more than usual. Brian walked up to him. To Nero, Brian was his only close friend, considering that the two were the school's martial arts team's best fighters. Though, Brian knew that Nero befriended him, instead of everyone else, for another reason, which Brian had yet to find out, though he did not really care. Nero had proved to be a reliable friend, after all.
"Hey, Nero. What's up? You seem troubled."
The red-eyed boy looked up at him, his face as expressionless as ever. Brian stopped in his tracks, looking back at him with a small smile on his face. As far as Brian had known, Nero never smiled at all, nor did he frown. He was used to it, though, and could more or less tell what Nero was feeling without having to see his facial expression. Maybe that was why Nero befriended him. The other fighting prodigy then replied, his voice deep and calm.
"Ah, it's nothing. Let's go."
At that, Nero pushed himself off the lamp post, picking up his bag with his right hand and placing it over his shoulder, his left hand entering his pocket as he walked towards the school, Brian following after him. As they did, Brian looked up at the sky, noticing that it was totally cloudless. Only then, did Brian begin to feel a weird sensation, as if something big was going to happen.
Brian was right.
Huh? Brian opened his eyes, but squinted them as bright light entered his eyes. He lifted his hands, placing them in front of his eyes. As soon as his eyes got used to the lighting, he placed his hands down. His eyes still squinting slightly, he looked around. He let out a soft 'hmm' as he noticed where he was. Everywhere around him was white. He looked down. He was sure that he was standing on a floor and yet, his shadow went nowhere. It was nowhere to be seen. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, they seemed nowhere to be seen. Everywhere Brian looked, it was simply white.
"Whe-... Where am I?"
Then, there was another bright light, causing Brian to lean back and cover his eyes with his arms once more, his eyes squinting. He grunted softly, taking a step back. As soon as the light was gone, he put his hands down, blinking his eyes for a few times, before looking around once more.
"Brian... It's time..."
Brian looked around. The voice seemed to come from nowhere and the echoes only made it harder to find the source of the voice. The dark blue-haired 14-year-old looked around. Where was the voice coming from? Then, he opened his mouth to speak once more.
"Time for what?"
"For me to awaken..."
Then, suddenly, Brian felt a gust of wind blowing at his face, but it was no mere wind. The wind felt like it was made of ice blocks fresh from the freezer. Brian instinctively hugged himself and started rubbing his arms as he leaned forward slightly, trying to reduce the surface area that was exposed to the cool wind. What was happening here? Was this a dream? Then it wasn't supposed to be this cold. How he wished there was a fire.
There was a loud roaring sound and Brian's eyes widened as his forearms being engulfed suddenly in flames. He yelped, falling backwards on his bottom as he started swinging his arms, trying to get rid of the flames, but to no avail. Though it did not hurt and the warmth the fire provided was somewhat comfortable, the thought of having his arms being burnt off was enough to cause Brian to panic.
He once more yelled in surprise as the moment he thought of water, the fire disappeared and bubbles started to emerge from the skin of his arms. He was wearing only a pair of pajama pants, after all. He stretched his arms out far, staring at the bubbles in amazement and horror. What was happening? His arms no longer felt warm but rather, it felt cool. Finally calming himself down, he pulled his arms closer to him as he slowly inspected them.
Brian let out another yelp as darkness suddenly engulfed the area and for a moment, Brian thought he had his eyes closed. As a chain of thought entered his mind, the word lightning came and he felt his arms vibrating slightly as light once more filled his eyes. Lightning was jolting out of his arms, like one of those power coils where lightning would simply flash out and disappear. Brian gulped as he wondered what was happening to him.
He jerked his arms outwards, hoping to get rid of the lightning as he suddenly thought of sand. At that, he noticed sand grains appearing out from the darkness and covering his arms for a moment, before dispersing once more and into the darkness.
"Wha-What just happened?"
"We are now one..."
This time, the voice did not echo and Brian could tell where it came from. He looked up, only to see light. It was not as bright as the light from earlier, but it was bright nonetheless, and it was only getting brighter every second. Though, it did not take long for Brian to realise it. It was not become brighter, it was coming closer. He let out a surprised yell as a large white ball suddenly collided with his bare chest and suddenly searing heat filled his body as he saw the white orb started to fade into his chest.
He let out a painful yell as his body started to jerk in all directions. Then, the white orb finally entered his body and suddenly, darkness enveloped. Everything then changed. His back was now lying something solid yet soft. The stench of sweat filled his nose and he saw blue. His blue ceiling, to be precise. He was breathing heavily and his bare upper body was sweating. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to figure out what happened. It was obvious that it had been a dream and yet, it felt so real.
He groaned, lifting his arms up for a moment to rub his eyes with his palms but remembered what had happened to them earlier. He opened his eyes, pulling his arms away. He was rather surprised to see that they were the same as they were before he went to sleep. So, it must have been a dream. He turned his head as his ears picked up a sound, scaring him slightly. As his eyes rooted themselves onto his door, he heard his mother calling.
"Brian! It's time for breakfast! You better come down here or you'll be late for school!"
Brian grunted, before letting out a chuckle. She always said that and yet, Brian had never been late for school, save for that time when Nero had asked him for a spar. He sat up, then remembered something about the dream. He looked down at his chest, placing his right hand on it. He started to wonder once more, what that white orb had been. Then, at the corner of his eye, he noticed something. On the life side of his chest, was a mark of a pentagon, divided equally into five parts. He stared at it for a moment, before touching it with his finger.
It did not seem like a tattoo. At that, Brian started to doubt that it was a dream. Whatever the mark was, it had not been there when he went to sleep the night before. He let out a grunt. If his mother saw that, he was going to be dead. What explanation would he give her then?
"She'd freak if saw this. She'd think that it's a tattoo."
Brian groaned, keeping his eyes on the mark. Whatever it was, it had to be something that had a name but until then, Brian was going to keep it a secret. He got off the bed, hopping on his feet a few times to get his body pumped up for the day. Cracking his neck and knuckles for a moment, he quickly put a shirt on, intending to hide the mark from his mother. Then, he opened the door and proceeded to the dining room. Upon seeing his mother, he walked up to her and placed his cheek against hers.
"Morning, mom."
"Morning, B."
Brian let out a chuckle. She'd never stop calling him that. Pulling a chair back at the dining table, he sat down as his mother placed a plate of pancakes in front of him. Saying his thanks, he started to munch them down, the thoughts of the dreams repeating in his head. After breakfast, he went back up to his room. Throughout when he was bathing and changing, the thoughts of the dream he had was stuck in his head as he debated with himself what it had meant. And what was that voice?
After saying goodbye to his mother, Brian left the house. He was wearing a light blue shirt followed by a pair of dark blue jeans. His sneakers were black and squeeked softly with every step he took. Over his shoulders, he was carrying his grey backpack. As he walked to school, he once more thought of the dream. Turning right, he now walked on the road his school was located at. Looking up, he saw a familar young man leaning against a lamp post not too far in front of him.
The boy wore a black shirt followed by a pair of dark brown cargo pants, his arms crossed over his chest and his bag by his side. His black hair waved with the wind, same as Brian's blue hair. Though, there was something different about him. His naturally-red eyes were full of thought, or at least, much more than usual. Brian walked up to him. To Nero, Brian was his only close friend, considering that the two were the school's martial arts team's best fighters. Though, Brian knew that Nero befriended him, instead of everyone else, for another reason, which Brian had yet to find out, though he did not really care. Nero had proved to be a reliable friend, after all.
"Hey, Nero. What's up? You seem troubled."
The red-eyed boy looked up at him, his face as expressionless as ever. Brian stopped in his tracks, looking back at him with a small smile on his face. As far as Brian had known, Nero never smiled at all, nor did he frown. He was used to it, though, and could more or less tell what Nero was feeling without having to see his facial expression. Maybe that was why Nero befriended him. The other fighting prodigy then replied, his voice deep and calm.
"Ah, it's nothing. Let's go."
At that, Nero pushed himself off the lamp post, picking up his bag with his right hand and placing it over his shoulder, his left hand entering his pocket as he walked towards the school, Brian following after him. As they did, Brian looked up at the sky, noticing that it was totally cloudless. Only then, did Brian begin to feel a weird sensation, as if something big was going to happen.
Brian was right.
