Into the Darkness

In the dark haze, I can make out certain colors. In the dark haze I can make out certain lines. The darks haze ebbs and flows, like a sea,a sea of which my mind has created. It's not a smooth darkness, it has dusty corners, grimy walls and painted over light fixtures. Soon my eyes begin to adjust, soon my eyes begin to remember.

I traced over the lines of my own house. A house that is now empty. The elder wallpapers are yellowing and pealing away. The carpet is lessening and the wood... Molding. It looks like no one has lived here for a very long time; but someone has lived here. Someone's lived he all along. Through the darkness I am able to make out a ghost of a smile on the clock, the numbers only becoming dirtier as the numbers got larger. Through the darkness I am able to make out the places where bodies had been seated upon the sofa once upon a time. Through the darkness I... Notice something. I notice a bookshelf that has... Never been there before. The dark woods of this bookshelf... Scratched at and worn out, but not dirty and forgotten like the rest of the house. There were a number of books and darkened picture frames. I slowly walk towards this forgotten memory, just remembering that I am able to move myself. My calloused fingers reaching out towards what appeared to be a photo album. I flipped open to the first page.

On the yellow paper, stuck a photograph. The photograph was blurry, but I was still able to make out some of the features. A man was etched into the paper, and he was holding a small child. The small child looked joyful and blessed. The older man appeared gruff, but smiling. The man's rough, long, tangled beard was tickling the child's nose, and the child was laughing. The longer I looked at the photograph, the longer it had to develop against the dark grains of my memory. Behind the man was a beautiful woman. She looked like a fearsome warrior, but was still yet feminine. She fed a small boy, tall for his age, from a cup. The cup containing only but mothers milk. Her naturally harsh gaze was turned soft as she looked upon the small child's innocent face. Next to her, stood a small blonde boy. He looked almost as old as the child who stood with the man, but a little bit younger. Also a bit shyer. The boy was clutching the cloth of the woman's dress, and carrying a sack doll. This doll was roughly made and vaguely resembled a rabbit.

Suddenly upon looking at this picture, it suddenly started playing out, like a movie. The first boy, was laughing joyous laughter, while the man who was holding him was chuckling and holding him tightly. A tight smile spread across his battle worn face.

The woman behind him, was singing a sweet song, in a language which I had faintly understood. The boy she was holding was watching her intensely while drinking from her cup, and she smiled down at him, knowing that he was hers to love.

The child behind the woman seemed to be watching the man and the son he was laughing with. He seemed like he wanted to come and play, but was too shy to do so. The older child seemed to notice him and beckoned him forth. It seemed that the older man noticed this boy as well and picked him up. Leaning forward he planted a kiss on the other boys' head and laughed. The original boy, who had spikey hair, similar to my own, gazed upon this smaller boys' face and planted a kiss on the same spot where his father had kissed.

The boy who had more neat of hair, wrinkled his nose and returned the favor.

By this time the woman seemed to have noticed the commotion going about and stood, still holding the child with an intense gaze. She cradled him in her arms and leaned over the man to get a better look at the boys. The look on her softened, windblown face was... Maternal. She then gazed at the man and kissed him on the lips, a shadow of blossoms on her cheeks. The boy with unruly hair seemed embarrassed and buried his face in his fathers' shoulder. The boy who held the make shift rabbit, stared unblinkingly but grabbed for the other boy's hand. This made the embarrassed child feel better.

Suddenly I felt a hand grip my shoulder, pain etched throughout my body, turning it from calm warmth to rigid, piercing cold. A scream echoed from my lungs and the book I had held had fallen to the ground. The house around me was beginning to disappear, corners were starting to fade, the ceiling was beginning to cave in and the floor was snapping from under my feet.

I heard someone screaming my name and I was pulled from the darkness.

"Mathias," his voice rung through my mind as if I was standing right next to a bell tower.

I slowly opened my tired greyed eyes and looked at the man standing before me. His clothes were wet, and his hair was frozen, sticking to different places on his face. His eyes filled with.. A slight concern and his tone was filled with panic.

"Luke-" I mumbled groggily.

A sigh of relief echoed from his body and his high alert shoulder fell into a comfortable slouch.

"What were you doing," his voice seemed somehow.. Strained. I could not figure out what exactly it had sounded like.

"Sleepin'." I murmured in reply.

"Mathias that is not, what I meant." tone voice was becoming more harsh to cover up the strain.

I didn't want to talk about what he was referring to however.

The woman's face appeared in my mind again, except, she was smiling at me. This all the more made me want to cry.

"Lukas 'm sorry-" my voice was barely able to make a sound above a whisper.

His face softened and he wrapped his arms around me.

Suddenly I began to notice the happenings around me. A familiar backdrop, I might add, except the floorboards weren't growing mold, the ceiling wasn't caving in and the wallpaper was its natural shade. I froze, and glanced around for the bookshelf. However it was no where to be found.

Lukas looked back at my face and watched with a peculiar sense in wonderment.

He then told me that I should get some rest and curled up beside me, stretching out a blanket upon us. It was just until now that I had noticed we were laying on my couch.

He through his arm protectively over my chest and began falling asleep himself. Only problem was, was that every time I closed my eyes, a new image appeared in my mind.

haha okay chapter two! Welp that might be confusing =u= and I apologize. So basically the images that he keeps seeing are images from when he and the other nations of Scandinavia were just beginning. (I know I'm a bit lame but what can you do, you're going to be stuck with me if you keep reading =u=) Also I apologize for the long wait, school has literally been eating up all my time -n-. I really appreciate all the reviews thanks guys ;3;.