The forth chapter credited to my BFF ParadoxMoon! Again, for more dramatic effect with this style of phrasing see our version of this story on Wattpad!
Meet up at dusk. Not enough time for me to bother getting out a book to read. With the arrangement complete, a flick to my shoulder signaled our brief farewell.
Sometimes I wished that he would just go away, but a pest never seems to leave now does it. It always sticks around and the longer it stays, the more annoying it seems to become. His constant blabbering and sass is going to drive me insane one of these days.
"You'll be alright?" I ask, not really knowing why, I normally never concern myself with the likes of him.
"Tsk, I'm a legendary. Nothing can come between me and my desires." He assured, and was off in a mass of black feathers. That was my cue; I had to search for the 'perfect specimens' that Demitrix had spoken about. If one such as him spoke so highly about them, then they must be special, or at least better than average.
Well, this boy, Ash. He's special alright, not really in the best of ways though. But he does gives off an unusually optimistic aura, so at least he can be found with little effort.
The ever present silence seemed fitting as I gazed into the shattered mirrors littering an overgrown house abandoned long ago. I know exactly where he is now. The mirror is a mere pathway for me; I effortlessly slip through the shattered glass and find myself in the shadow of a Pokémon center. I feel his presence nearby, my smoke disguising my presence as I approach the sleeping boy's side. He looks peaceful, a somewhat refreshing sight in this world of hatred and unease, how nice it must be to be oblivious to the darkness and terror lurking in the human mind.
He sees nothing, feels nothing in his slumber. This does not bother me, but if I am going to use him as a test subject, then I might as well have my presence stored in his mind. My smoke creeps over the sleeping body in front of me, and engulfs his body and mind with a collage of worlds and dreams.
Nothing.
Nothing is seen, nothing
Is heard, nothing
Is felt.
There is only
Nothing.
He tries to move, but no matter how hard he tries, no sign was ever given of him moving. Numbness has taken over his body and movement has been long lost. No light is present however much the eyes may try to find it, trying to see is pointless. Soon enough, the flailing body stops moving, neither feeling dead or alive. There is no direction or space, the stationary figure lost in a rift of instability. The oblivion around him settling into all of his senses as his thoughts turn to dust.
There is
Nothing
For him
To see, nothing
For him to feel,
Nothing
For him to think,
Nothing.
Just as the void had infested his mind, a glimmer of light shines through the darkness and the void is replaced with an endless ocean. Just as the black covered his sight before, the shimmering blue of moving water is all the eyes can see. It feels like he is floating, but not moving; He can't move. He cannot breathe, yet his body stays in a calmed state as the water begins to slowly seep into his lungs. I keep him from panicking as the water completely fills his body and his consciousness fades.
The dream ends, and I take my leave.
Ash wakes up with his body feeling surprisingly calmed, almost to the point where it wanted to retrieve the crumbling feeling of the oblivion in his sleep. Throughout the entire day, his consciousness fades in and out, and has no control over where the body is taken. It finds itself in a clearing of a vast forest where the trees lean inward as to pay respects to the pillars of two being revered as deities. The one on the left belongs to me, on it the word Dreams inscribed in mirrors that glow a faint blue. Below it an engraving of the second of the two deities, and a poem. Opals decorate the marble's edges and the stone slate below bears gifts of sapphire, opal, topaz, and pearl; the only exception being a lone candle to honor the loss of an ethereal being.
I am Virasio, guardian of dreams,
I create and watch over the amity of night.
Bring to me leavings of a cherished love,
And even in death will their spirit sleep in bliss.
Bring me a piece of one whom you despise
And ill fortune forever will plague them
In exchange for a precious stone.
The words glowed on the marble frame.
I spot the other legendary in his human form behind his shrine and decide to follow his example as the two boys in the clearing begin to argue why the other is there.
