Preston gazed up at the dark sky with an unreadable expression. His skin shined bright red light and he picked at his lava skin, biting his lip.
It was that time again.
He looked down at the small village that stood down the hill. After the eruption, there would be nothing left of it. He sighed, worrying his lip as he moved inside the cave to the centre of the volcano. He sat onto the warm ground, closing his shiny eyes as he concentrated. The least he could go for the humans was to warn them, so that's what he was going to do.
The volcano started to smoke, tufts of blackish smoke rising up to the sky, darkening it even further. He could feel the ground shaking underneath his body.
He sighed softly, blowing steam out.
He hated the thought of killing innocent humans and destroying their homes, but the volcano called.
Mitch yawned, stretching his stiff back. It was hurting from all the wheat he had been carrying around the whole day.
He looked up to the dark sky, expecting it to rain soon. His attention was caught by tufts of thick, black smoke rising from the volcano's direction.
Now alarmed, he waved the others goodbye, running in the general direction of the volcano. If it was going to erupt, they had to evacuate immediately. But he wasn't sure, so he had to check it before causing panic. Meaningless panic wouldn't get them anywhere.
The soft grass shuffled under his feet, the damp air was getting colder as the sun went lower and lower, until none of it was visible anymore, the moon taking its reign over the sky, reflecting the light onto the trees.
He panted as he ran up the hill, feet tripping over small rocks and twigs.
He was left standing by a small cave entrance, bright orange-ish light coming from within.
He tentatively stepped inside, eyes widening at the sight.
Preston could almost hear the small clouds of ashes rising up, even though he couldn't see them from his spot. Sighing out steam, he stood up, brushing himself off.
The dark clouds wouldn't do much in the dark.
He bit his lip, about to just give in and go to sleep when he turned around, his shiny eyes catching the sight of a human boy standing by the cave entrance.
The boy was watching him with a worried look, but did nothing to run away as humans normally did.
Preston's flaming eyes colored into chocolate, his lava skin transforming into human skin in a heartbeat.
He hopped to the entrance, waving at the boy.
"Hello!" he cheered, a smile adorning his face.
Mitch heard a lot of legends, bedtime stories and rumours about the volcano being protected by mythical creature, whose skin was made out of lava, whose eyes burned anyone they looked at.
This boy, with short, fluffy looking hair, dressed in a simple shirt and jeans, with soft chocolate eyes, didn't look anything like that now.
Still, there was something with him. He had seen him with that lava skin.
He was acting cheery, almost as if he was greeting an old friend. It caught off the teen so much that the only thing he could get out was a "Hello," back.
"I'm Preston," the boy smiled, exceeding his pale hand.
"I'm Mitch," he said. "What are you doing here, Perston?"
"It's Preston!" the boy huffed, glaring at Mitch. "And I'm guarding the volcano of course!"
Do you ever get the feeling that you knew someone for years, when in reality, you just met?
That could be a decent description of Mitch's feelings.