Well hello there. ;D
I should note, that if you find this story opening completly weird and sucky then I apologzie. If you like it, then woohoo.
I wrote this for the wonderful kurosora1984, because I love their fan fics so much! I hope you like it, and I will updating it so please bare with me.
The moonlight was soft, causing the darkness to lighten and make shadows visible. Crickets chirped, their song carrying over the humid night and mixing with a distant steam whistle of a river boat along the murky water. A bell tolled, steam rising upwards as another whistle blew, closer now as it pierced the night and signifying the return of the train.
The depot was painted in olden colors, warm and inviting with white lacy trim and bended metal that spun in intricate designs and was a common sight in this area, for it reigned supreme on the nearby hotel. Their was a party going on, from the sound of it, as the guests carried on unseen from inside the warmly lit rooms with the windows flung open to the small bit of breeze.
More often then not the passengers would seek refuge at this hotel but never could find the proper amount of sleep due to it's permanent inhabitants. These were no different, as the new lot departed and grabbed luggage to lug down the wide brick stairs onto cement streets.
Their way was lit by gas lamps near wise old oaks, their personal greeter to this place that many would soon call home. Some headed out towards the Mint Julep, the nearby café and bar, for a refreshment before continuing on their way to the outskirts. Others crossed the train tracks immediately, heading into the glowing hotel and some made their way through the narrow streets that seemed to glitter in the moonlight.
A sound of chimes echoed from one balcony, as a high shriek of a woman's voice came soon after in some sort of chant. The newcomers head's shot up, curious, but to see nothing more then a purple painted balcony with large wooden skulls and other trinkets. Some lingered beneath it, puzzled, yet most moved on into the night.
A young women, in a knee high skirt with cream colored nylons and pinned back hair held onto a small hand of the child beside her. Protectively, a man in a long auburn coat came up beside her, carrying two large suitcases. Their eyes turned forward, as they began to walk out towards the river bank in the dim distance, and quiet chatter began to bubble up between them.
Yet, the child's eyes were down cast and wet with tears, making them even more blue then they already were. His fair face was pulled together in sadness, and anger, as the bit of breeze brushed softly through his cow licked hair as if to calm him. He sniffed, trying to keep the contents of his nose intact and to not appear so very saddened to his father and mother.
They were so happy to be here, as he looked up at their smiling faces that beamed with affection for one another. He could not bare to disappoint them, for they said he grow to like this place too and in time would make many a friend. But who would wish to be friends with one as odd as him?
It puzzled the young boy, as he glanced here and there but kept seeing nothing that interested him. So, he simply listened to the nights sounds that seemed to so very near and then so very far away. Before too long, they came across the river and the ferry station, a crowd gathering around them as they all wished to board.
The young blonde had turned away from the sight of the new land they would be living on, finding it all too painful to look at, and as he did so his eyes wondered through the darkness to an almost glowing sight. It was almost invisible, yet at the same time so very visible and so very real as if it were daylight and was clear of all shadows.
Two iron gates with a fence to match surrounded a massive mansion, with large white columns that stood as arches over the entrance. Their were several stories, the top two barring balconies, and a small attic window that above it bestowed a weather vain in the shape of a small sailing ship.
Yet, that is not what caught the young boy's eyes and made them widen in interest; for one of the windows bore an unnatural light that shone off a figure.
The boy had to squint to see any better, yet all he could make out were flashes of red and brillant green. In a moment's time, a soft velvety voice flew threw the air and seemed to tickle at his ear, "You..can see..?" Then, a feeling so wonderful and surreal took over him, and all sadness was lifted from him. He felt whole. It made the boy catch his breath, but before he could respond he was taken by the hand and brought to the ferry.
He thought he could hear a pleading, "Wait, wait!" but it was dim and became even more so as the ferry carried him over the water.
When he looked back to the house the light was gone, yet somehow the feeling remained.