The Key
Note : This story will become much more mature in the later chapters.
GerIta Fanfiction
Prologue
It felt nice; the soft curtains of the moon's dim lighting, the cool air that gave you chills as though good-intentioned wraiths were stroking you. As absurd the descriptions told it, the night was a marvelous spectacle to behold... No one else was there. You could do anything you want to do, as many times as you can, especially in this endless pool of wildflowers and weeds alike. Feliciano always found his inspiration just by looking at them, just by staring into the intense, wide arrays of colors that stood short or long in front of him. It was almost like the endless league of flowers and wild, out-of-sorts stalks of grass were kneeling before him, like a king of some kind. Now, this simple painter could never be in that sort of position, no matter what he did; he was well aware of that and could care no less. The thrill of having this sight all to himself was better than anything else in the world, in his opinion. A whole forest of mystery, all to himself-not entirely to himself, but being one of the few who even remembered of its existence and misunderstood beauty, he wouldn't mind calling it his own. He smiled, and later giggled, at the thought.
"Feliciano, the painter, who gets inspired by staring at plants..."
Considerably far from that part of the land, another man goes through his usual cycle to what gives his life meaning. And coincidentaly, that's what the young scientist was studying; the meaning to life. This topic was not exactly a professional one, but it mattered to him, and so he'd find its deeply-dwelled-on answer. Another man may think that being stuck in a room, eyes pasted onto brittle paper that told of the past and of the many tales and histories that helped in the creation of the modern Earth may be quite boring, maybe even frustratingly fruitless (much like little Feli's life) but it gave this man's life meaning. He breathed in a large lungful of aged paper and slightly stale air. It seems that he is going no where near the answer-he always felt that maybe it was just hiding, right under his nose, but it always slipped away so easily, it almost felt like chasing your own shadow... Absolutely time-consumingly... Useless. But his curiosity and stubborn nature just made him want the answer even more.
He tossed the old fragment of book onto the table and yawned. He stretched himself deeper into his web of blankets. The bed underneath creaked slighty, mostly out of his heavy built and it's time-beaten structure.
"If I were to find this secret... This well-hidden secret... Bruder'd feel good about that."
He closed his eyes and let the soft, feathery touches of sleep's many hands bring him over to a black-hued world.