The sky, the realm of the Gods, was darkened and shrouded with monstrous clouds. They lit up every few seconds or so, rippling across the sky accompanied by the mighty shout from the Gods. The wind started a powerful dance across Northern Gallovia. Eloquently spinning around and around, picking up leaves to join the dance. Tears from the Gods slowly started to drip from the sky and soak into the ground. The dry grass, which had some patches of green but was mostly a lifeless white color, savored these tears. But the ground thirsted for something thicker. Blood.
A young boy stood by the window and watched as the storm started to grow. His face was young and he looked to be about five, maybe six. He short and slender, his skin pale and covered in freckles. His dull green eyes reflected the lightning that flashed in the darkness of the night. They were half closed, filled with sleep, and welled with tears. The brewing storm had woke him up from his deep slumber. His wet tongue graced across his dry pink lips, glistening them with salvia. His mouth would stay open, gapped in awe, and a tiny bit of drool dripped from his lips. He had a headful of dark ginger hair, which stuck every which way.
The boy wore nothing but his undergarments and clutched a teddy bear to his chest. The teddy bear had no left arm and was missing a button eye. Tiny cerulean bumps interwoven in the teddy bear sewed the hole where the arm would be closed. The storm started to pick up now. The sky had lightened up just for a second with a bright flash of light and a powerful boom. The little boy jumped at the sound of the thunder and squeezed his teddy bear closer to his chest. The rain started to pour hard now, making it hard for the boy to see anything out the window.
Then he saw it.
It was a tall and bulky figure. It was covered in orange leaves and it's thick brown fur had sticks caught in it. Intertwined in it's fur were red roses as if it were apart of it's being. At first, he thought it was Varran, but at the second flash of lightning, he saw that it wasn't the case. It had hooves from feet that stomped at the ground. You couldn't see their actual face. It was covered by a bone mask, probably taken from a goat, with two large horns attached to it. Their eyes glowed red. But that wasn't the most interesting part about the creature before him. What truly caught his attention is how the rain seemed to steam off it's skin. It was like it's body was made of hot rocks.
"Carrick.." called the creature, beckoning the boy to come to him.
Carrick just watched for a moment, wondering if this was all a dream. He pinched himself. No results. The creature stepped a bit closer, and he could see more details about it. It had long, thick charcoal black fingers, with claws that barely scraped the ground. Their arms were littered with bald spots. These bald patches showed raw pink skin underneath, and from that pink skin were tiny flowers sprouting out their pores. The flowers were literally apart of the creature. The storm had one last mighty roar that shook Carrick out of his trance-like state, and then suddenly the Gods were no longer angry. The storm had ceased.
The creature was still there.
Now Carrick could see more about it's being. The creature's movements were erratic, animalistic. It moved itself to the window and pressed its face against it. But then retracted it when the entire house started to shake. The creature was in a state of constant vibration. It called to Carrick again,
"Come to me Carrick, it's not scary outside anymore. Don't you see? I stopped the storm for you." it paused, as if speaking at the already low tone it spoke was straining for their vocal cords, "I'll do anything for you."
Carrick moved away from the window and went to the door. He slowly grasped the doorknob, but stopped himself before he opened the door. From the other side he could feel the creatures heat. He pressed his face against the door and felt the heat grace his skin. It was something he hadn't felt in a while, as the winter's weather froze over Gallovia. He slowly turned the knob and opened the door. The creature was larger than it looked like from the window. It bent down so it could be face to face with Carrick. Green eyes staring into it's red. The vibrations of the creature stopped entirely when Carrick opened the door, it's movements became slow and tedious. The claws it had retracted and reshaped themselves, so now they looked more akin to the boy's nails. The creature rose their hand up to Carrick's face but did not touch, only hovered over it.
"May I?" they asked.
"Sure," Carrick replied.
As soon as it made contact with Carrick, something started to change about it. Their fur became the same shade as Carrick's hair, and their eyes turned the same dull green, albeit slightly glowing. The creature's body began to grow smaller. It's bone's crunched and repositioned themselves. They became the same size as Carrick. Even the bone mask it wore shrunk.
"What.. what are you?" Carrick asked.
"I'm you. And you are me."
The sound of loud footsteps behind him forced Carrick to look away. His older brother Aindriu stood before him, almost as tall as the creature was before. If looks could kill, Carrick would be dead right now.
"Carrick, what the void are you doing up, like?" his brother asked.
"I was talking to.." Carrick looked behind him and found the creature was gone. The only thing left of them was a small red flower left on the ground. He bent down and picked up, then turned around to his brother, "I don't know… the storm."
"You were talking to the storm?"
"Yes."
Aindriu sighed and reached over Carrick to push the door closed. He scooped up Carrick in his arms and carried him back to bed without a word.
A young boy stood by the window and watched as the storm started to grow. His face was young and he looked to be about five, maybe six. He short and slender, his skin pale and covered in freckles. His dull green eyes reflected the lightning that flashed in the darkness of the night. They were half closed, filled with sleep, and welled with tears. The brewing storm had woke him up from his deep slumber. His wet tongue graced across his dry pink lips, glistening them with salvia. His mouth would stay open, gapped in awe, and a tiny bit of drool dripped from his lips. He had a headful of dark ginger hair, which stuck every which way.
The boy wore nothing but his undergarments and clutched a teddy bear to his chest. The teddy bear had no left arm and was missing a button eye. Tiny cerulean bumps interwoven in the teddy bear sewed the hole where the arm would be closed. The storm started to pick up now. The sky had lightened up just for a second with a bright flash of light and a powerful boom. The little boy jumped at the sound of the thunder and squeezed his teddy bear closer to his chest. The rain started to pour hard now, making it hard for the boy to see anything out the window.
Then he saw it.
It was a tall and bulky figure. It was covered in orange leaves and it's thick brown fur had sticks caught in it. Intertwined in it's fur were red roses as if it were apart of it's being. At first, he thought it was Varran, but at the second flash of lightning, he saw that it wasn't the case. It had hooves from feet that stomped at the ground. You couldn't see their actual face. It was covered by a bone mask, probably taken from a goat, with two large horns attached to it. Their eyes glowed red. But that wasn't the most interesting part about the creature before him. What truly caught his attention is how the rain seemed to steam off it's skin. It was like it's body was made of hot rocks.
"Carrick.." called the creature, beckoning the boy to come to him.
Carrick just watched for a moment, wondering if this was all a dream. He pinched himself. No results. The creature stepped a bit closer, and he could see more details about it. It had long, thick charcoal black fingers, with claws that barely scraped the ground. Their arms were littered with bald spots. These bald patches showed raw pink skin underneath, and from that pink skin were tiny flowers sprouting out their pores. The flowers were literally apart of the creature. The storm had one last mighty roar that shook Carrick out of his trance-like state, and then suddenly the Gods were no longer angry. The storm had ceased.
The creature was still there.
Now Carrick could see more about it's being. The creature's movements were erratic, animalistic. It moved itself to the window and pressed its face against it. But then retracted it when the entire house started to shake. The creature was in a state of constant vibration. It called to Carrick again,
"Come to me Carrick, it's not scary outside anymore. Don't you see? I stopped the storm for you." it paused, as if speaking at the already low tone it spoke was straining for their vocal cords, "I'll do anything for you."
Carrick moved away from the window and went to the door. He slowly grasped the doorknob, but stopped himself before he opened the door. From the other side he could feel the creatures heat. He pressed his face against the door and felt the heat grace his skin. It was something he hadn't felt in a while, as the winter's weather froze over Gallovia. He slowly turned the knob and opened the door. The creature was larger than it looked like from the window. It bent down so it could be face to face with Carrick. Green eyes staring into it's red. The vibrations of the creature stopped entirely when Carrick opened the door, it's movements became slow and tedious. The claws it had retracted and reshaped themselves, so now they looked more akin to the boy's nails. The creature rose their hand up to Carrick's face but did not touch, only hovered over it.
"May I?" they asked.
"Sure," Carrick replied.
As soon as it made contact with Carrick, something started to change about it. Their fur became the same shade as Carrick's hair, and their eyes turned the same dull green, albeit slightly glowing. The creature's body began to grow smaller. It's bone's crunched and repositioned themselves. They became the same size as Carrick. Even the bone mask it wore shrunk.
"What.. what are you?" Carrick asked.
"I'm you. And you are me."
The sound of loud footsteps behind him forced Carrick to look away. His older brother Aindriu stood before him, almost as tall as the creature was before. If looks could kill, Carrick would be dead right now.
"Carrick, what the void are you doing up, like?" his brother asked.
"I was talking to.." Carrick looked behind him and found the creature was gone. The only thing left of them was a small red flower left on the ground. He bent down and picked up, then turned around to his brother, "I don't know… the storm."
"You were talking to the storm?"
"Yes."
Aindriu sighed and reached over Carrick to push the door closed. He scooped up Carrick in his arms and carried him back to bed without a word.
