Dave's closed his eyes as he lied back on his bead. The warm down blankets enveloped his cold body. He held it in his hands. Squeezing it untill his knuckles turned white. His head turned down towards his hands. Though he saw nothing. It's been this way since he was little. He understood why though. His brother was blind too. At least that's what Dirk had told him. He figured his bro was just trying to make him feel better. It was a little cool of him, but he wasn't a child anymore. Still he had to give his bro props for keeping his dark glasses on all the time. If it was an act he was doing a bang up job of it. Still, Dave loved his brother for it. Though sometimes when his brother was up late at night staring at the mail. Dave stood in the other room. Listening to the other tear open the letters and shuffle through paper. The slight mumbles to himself and subtle cursing. It made Dave wonder how what his brother did got them enough money to live. Dave couldn't help but feel badly for him. He knew he would never want to be in those shoes. He tried his best though. That really was all that Dave could ask for. Like just last week, he gave Dave this odd white orb. Dave had fiddled with it for weeks. Yet all it did was glow green occasionally. He found this out one night when he brought it to the dinner table. His bro asked what Dave did to make it glow that color. Dave didn't even know it did that. It felt nice in his hands though. Like glass, but it was always warm. He reached over and picked it up. It was the size of one of his palms. He rolled it around on his chest. Hearing something he stood up abruptly. The glass fell off him and hit the floor. Then it got hot in the room. Unnaturally hot. He felt it all around him then just as suddenly as it came it was gone. Dave gulped and said, "Is anyone there?"
A deep voice spoke back to him. "Hello David."
The boy chuckled at that. "It's just Dave bro."
"Well David, are you ready?"
Dave furrowed his eyebrows. "For what might I ask?"
"Well as a good host I should be obliged to tell you, though I can not."
Dave shrugged. "Cool, I'll go with it." Dave picked up his walking stick. "Where we going Doc?"
((It's a little short for an intro I know. Don't worry the story will get longer. I just thought this was a good place to stop it.))