Prologue
Many centuries before, where humans were still pondering about how to survive the harsh climates, immortals roamed the land. Of course, they were only called immortals because they lived so long. They were as vulnerable as humans, but they were quicker at evolving. Even some could evolve with a snap of a finger. They were mortal, yet only given the title of immortality due to their long life span of 2,000 years, unless something kills them along the way. Big cities already existed, filled with treasures of gold and precious silver, filled with the mysterious minds of the immortal people. There were towering palaces decorated in such a lavish manner, where kings would dine and celebrate their one thousandth birthday. Brilliant market places, selling of only rich quality, were crowded with people from sunrise to sunset. And of course, the proud, marble stone that made up the outdoor theatres were the biggest treasure of all.
No gold or precious jewels would ever compete against the wealth of theatrical art. The largest theatres were booming with people and wealth. However, the smaller theatres were less crowded, as expected, yet quite beautiful indeed. Each of the smaller theatres was situated around a flowing stream or a flowerbed. However, the smallest theatre, the one on the northern outskirts of a particular city, which could only hold a few fifty people, was the prettiest of them all.
With a small creek running through a flowery meadow, of pastel pink flowers and baby blue blossoms, of course surrounded by the greenest of grass, this one theatre was unlike all the others. The one quality that stunned its few fifty people was the majestic waterfall that the theatre was arranged in a semi-circle a good 50 meters away. The seats for the spectators were arranged along the semi-circle, columns decorating the nonexistent walls and ceiling.
What did the people do at this particular theatre? Lovers came and went, exchanging kisses and soft goodbyes. Children danced and made flower crowns, playing with their wonderful, youthful imaginations. During the evenings, the people close by came wandering in to admire the scenery and the beauty of nature.
But sadly, human nature is relentless. The crimson blood of the killed immortals splattered the flowers until only a group of ten young immortal children were left to die, scattered helplessly along the world like seeds.
After the years of great suffering and deaths, the human race finally calmed down and settled down. Centuries went by again, as if the blood shed never happened. The children were raised to ignore the past. The small theatre on the northern outskirts of that town became the ruins where the poor mortal children would play.
One day however, a word went around the small district that a young man and a small child moved into the theatre. To confirm the rumors and to calm all human curiosity, the people went to the abandoned theatre.
And there, the word stood true, a handsome young man with platinum gold locks that shined brilliantly. He had the bluest eyes, the deepest, most mysterious blue, with a hue of indigo involved. Every other day, he would bathe in the lake behind the waterfall, where the young ladies hid behind the bushes to admire the beautifully handsome figure. His skin was the softest, creamy skin the people had seen. His fingers were long and slender. The people's fingers were short and stubby. They simply could not believe he actually existed, with the calm and cool voice of an angel.
His clothing was unexpectedly neat, assuming he wasn't from around here. He usually wore a plain blue button up shirt that seemed slightly big on him and any matching pants he could get his hands on. He seemed to be quite the clean freak, always washing his clothing and even using an iron that he carried around in his bag of stuff.
His younger brother, an interesting boy with silver hair, was always following his older brother. He had the same soft skin and beautiful hands, though his eyes were a deep purple. However, sometimes, his eyes would be seen as indigo or a very dark blue. Quite unique indeed, the people would murmur.
The silver haired boy would play in the lake while his brother bathed, soon to be dragged back to his smiling older brother and be bathed as well. They seemed content and happy. The boy and his brother became the main interest of all talk.
Deciding it was time to greet the two and welcome them to the neighborhood, a few adults and children visited the two brothers.
"What is your name?" one spoke out.
The young man responded with a solemn face. "My name is Lukas. My younger brother's name is Emil."
"How old are you two?" another asked.
"I am eighteen and Emil is five."
After an hour spent together, Lukas and Emil became great friends with their new neighbors. They even had a house warming party, where they all cleaned up the small room of the theatre, only to decorate it the best they could. Their guests soon left after a bottle of champagne and apple juice for the children.
"I love it here. Can we stay forever?" Little Emil asked Lukas. Lukas could only smile, not sure whether to say if it was possible or not. Emil accepted the brother's silence as an answer and slowly drifted off to sleep in the meadow while watching the stars, wrapped in his brother's arms.
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It had been a week since Lukas and Emil had moved in. Emil was asleep after a hard day of playing with his friends. Since it was Lukas's favorite time of the day, when the stars shone the brightest, he decided to bathe in the calm lake by himself.
The neighbors were kind, yet a bit loud. He preferred the quiet of the night, where only the sound of leaves rustling in the trees and the light splashing of water filled the silence. Water drops slowly traced down the young man's back, allowing the moonlight to reflect in each small drop.
"You're quite beautiful," a sudden voice with a thick accent remarked, quite loudly. The young man flinched and shivered, only to immerse himself in even more water so that only his head was showing.
"And you are?" Lukas turned to the voice, only to see a man his age, and quite handsome himself. His hair was a bit of a mess, spiked in some areas yet the color of warm sand. His blue eyes were like electric sparks, bright and filled with passion. Yet, along with the passion, there was also a great calm and serenity, like the sky or water.
The man grinned widely, pulling off his thin rimmed glasses. "The name's Mathias Andersen Kohler!" He bent down and stuck out a hand. "How do ya do? I just came to visit because I heard of you all the way from the Nowhere House! Also, these are fake glasses!" His grin grew even more.
Lukas stared at the outstretched hand before slowly taking it and lightly shaking it, politely. "Nice to meet you, Mathias—"
The poor young man was cut off by a loud splash and a wave of water coming over him. Mathias was now in the water as well, still with his clothes on. They looked quite expensive too.
"Wow it's cold! Thank God for me wearing clothes!" He burst into laughter before slowly realizing that Lukas was still bathing. The other man's cheeks were slightly red from embarrassment and slight annoyance.
"I was busy, and I still am quite naked, maybe you can leave so I can continue?" Lukas growled, his lips pulling into a thin frown.
Mathias let out a small whine. "But that's no fun at all, Lukie!" He paused. "I can call you that right?" He seized the other's wrist. "Even if you disagree, I'll still call you Lukie, no matter what!" Again, with the handsome grin.
The other snatched his wrist back and sighed. "If you don't leave, I'll have to resort to violence."
"No need!" Mathias grabbed both of the other's wrists. "Why resort to violence? We're both quite handsome, and I do not think that we should mess our wonderful faces up? Though mine is quite a treasure too~!"
With a loud "oomph!" and a terrifying splash, the two men ended up kicking and squirming in the cold water under the stars.
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"Mathias…" Lukas glanced at the little closed room where Emil slept. "I can't go with you… I have Emil to take care of… He's five, if you don't remember."
Hand in hand, fingers intertwined, it's been three weeks since they first met under the stars with an embarrassing meeting. Again, it was at the same time, at night. Mathias had never shown up in the daytime; only at night when the stars shone the brightest.
"I know he's five, but understand me Lukas. He's not like us. It's better for him to stay with his own kind," Mathias pleaded, his embrace growing stronger. His arms wrapped around Lukas's waist and the other sitting on his lap, it was already obvious they had deep rooted feelings.
"I can't leave him, Mathias…"
"You can, and you will. I can't take him into the Nowhere House. The barriers won't let him enter." Mathias groaned and rested his head on Lukas's shoulder. "He's human, Lukas. You and I are two of the only ten surviving immortals in this world. The other eight are already at the Nowhere House…"
Lukas was now quite annoyed. "Mathias, I am not leaving without my baby brother."
"Baby brother? Yeah right, you probably saved him from that explosion four years ago!" Mathias hugged Lukas to him tightly. "I know you did… I was there too…"
The two then sat in silence for the next thirty minutes, watching shooting stars and listening to music on Mathias's phone.
After a few tears wiped away from rosy cheeks and deep blue eyes, Lukas sighed and stared one last time at Emil. He kissed the child's cheek and left a little note, telling all the neighbors to care for him. That he would be fine by himself as long as he had food, home, and company.
So there, the child sleeps, in his bed, wrapped in loneliness and sorrow.