His existence was slowly being torn apart; soon, very soon, he would no longer exist. A sad ending to a sad book, is as sad as this boy's future. Is there anyone to save him from his everlasting sorrow?
The light was illuminating, and everything could be seen: the birds, the trees, and the vast sky that was above his head.
"What?"
What happened? Hadn't he just been 'deleted' or 'erased'?
What is this place?
"Albel…?" Fayt thought. He wiped his eyes and yawned. "Mmm…Huh?" he looked around him, in confusion. "Albel? Where are you? Albel?"
Silence was his reply.
Fayt stared into the city that was overlooked by this hill; the same hill that he would always visit. The same hill that he and Albel would sit at and look over the whole town in deep thought. The sight was pleasurable in his mind: the sky just beginning to turn pink in the sunset, the grass swaying slightly in the breeze, and the expression on Albel's face which told how he was feeling inside. Fayt would always look at him for a while, while Albel wasn't looking, and admire him. He knew that if Albel were to have noticed him staring he wouldn't have cared, and just simply go back to what he was doing before. That was Albel, Fayt thought. Man, I miss him already.
At this, he looked around the place once more, then without hesitation, got up from where he was sitting and walked into the town.
People were busily running about the town (which closely resembled Peterny). Shouts of both anger and fright screamed in his ears and he began to walk faster with each step he took. This was a danger zone to him, or whatever it was, and he knew he had to take caution in such a place. Who knows what could happen to him?
Suddenly stopping in the middle of the town square, he realized the situation that had occurred previously: I was feeling uncomfortable and I was saying all these crazy things, Fayt thought. And…Albel was acting weird one moment then calm and gentle the next…I was…I was feeling sick and I left. I left Albel in there all alone. My head was burning up, and it felt like the whole room was spinning. I remember a voice that sounded a lot like mine, but different, and it was talking to me; or was it? Was there someone else there? All this talk of the council, and the cycle and the 'second birth of mankind'…
Fayt shrugged and broke his thoughts into pieces. He didn't want to ask anyone for directions because almost everyone there was busy and they didn't seem very nice at all. He had to go somewhere else. The inn, he thought. Yeah…maybe all I need is some sleep. Even better, I might be asleep and this is all a crazy dream. Yeah…A…dream…
Fayt fell to his knees right in the middle of the bustling town. His face hit the ground and a small breath escaped from his cold lips.
Fayt lay there silently for a moment then all turned inverted and colors were more white's and gray's. The outlines of people were darker than before, or had they ever been outlined. Time had stopped, and a dark portal appeared and a figure stepped out of it.
The man was looking down on Fayt disappointingly with a stare in his emrald eyes that spoke for themselves. He circled Fayt then stopping at the other side. He bended down and examined his body, not finding any injuries. "Hmph," he scowled. "It seems the council wouldn't allow my 'un-appropriate' actions." He looked into his eyes. His pupils dialated and he covered his head.
"No!! You—you can't…" he said over incredible pain. Fayt blinked, and his eyes were open.
"What?"
The man had disappeared in the split second that Fayt had blinked his eyes. Fayt sat up and the people started to move again. A jolt of pain peirced Fayt in his head, and he had a bad headache.
A man passed by and stopped to help Fayt up. "Are you alright?" he asked kindly. "You look quite pale."
"Oh," Fayt said, looking up. He looked at the man's hand that he had stretched out. "You're…You actually want to help me?" he asked sleepily.
The man blinked. "Why wouldn't I? If there's someone who needs help, I'll help them."
Fayt laughed. "That's a lot like me," he said. "Like a stray puppy, I can't stay away from it." The man nodded and urged Fayt to take his hand.
"Please. You are in critical condition, and you're in need of rest," his eyes lowered a little and he looked more serious than before. "You can stay at my place for a while until you start to feel better."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I can't take that offer. I would just be a hassle…"
"Oh no! Not at all!" the man laughed. "You'll like it there."
Fayt hesitated to take the man's hand, but decided to take his offer. He wouldn't do with the people here so why bother? He gladly took the man's hand and he helped him up.
"Can you stand?" he asked.
"Y-Yeah, I think so. Thanks." The man nodded.
So, with that, the man led Fayt to his home and once the man closed the door behind him, his wife looked up from her sewing and gasped.
"Wh-Who is that?!" she screamed. The man eased her to calm down.
"This is a guest," he said while breaking a sweat. "He's not here to hurt us."
"'Not here to hurt us'?" Fayt murmered quietly. The man paused a minute and turned towards Fayt.
"I'm sorry, I never asked you your name," he squinted his eyes.
"Uhh…Fayt. I'm Fayt Leingod," Fayt said with discomfort. The man stiffened up and breathed through his nostrils.
"Well then, Fayt," he said. "Please, do make yourself at home. I'm sure no one will bother your presence here, now will they?" he looked over to his wife who resumed her sewing, then looked up and nodded. He turned back to Fayt.
"R-Right. I'll do that." He smiled a bit, but then immediatley frowned. Why was he here? Here, as in this home he had never been in?
The man nodded and led Fayt to the guest room where he'd be staying. "If there's anything you need, just ask me, okay?"
"Okay," Fayt said, and then sat down on the bed with a plump. He bounced a little after he sat down. He was utterly amused. His fingers tickled him when he ran them across the soft, white sheets that were below. The man smiled, finally, and closed the door.
All was quiet after the man had left. He felt awkward in all the wrong ways, and couldn't explain the feeling he had inside him. His stomach churning and grumbling, he laid his head on the soft, round pillow and drifted off to sleep. This didn't last for very long, because some time after he shut his eyes, there was a violent tap on the window that startled him. He rose from the sheets and rubbed his eyes as if he were sleeping for hours.
He examined the window more carefully this time, with a kind of fear that refrained him from going too close. The sound was heard again, and he slowly stepped forward.
Fayt was now inching closer to the window even when his mind told him not to.
"Hello?" Fayt asked. "W-Who's there…?" The noise came again. Fayt stepped further and further.
Now that he was close enough, he could see a dark shadow in front of the window; this, he thought, must be my pursuer.
Fayt carefully opened the window letting it crack and squeak from over-use. With a final heave, the window slammed to the top and some bits of glass shattered onto the board of wood. Fayt stepped back to dodge it, then once it was over, he returned to the window to finish his 'secret investigation'.
"H-Hello?" Fayt asked again. The shadow whipped across him and into the room, taking form of a person. The man that stood before him was carrying a rather large sword; his smirk as devilish as his appearance was. Dark red circles surrounded his whole body, from the top of his head to his toes. Armor that had an unusual look to it was on his left arm. Fayt stood in complete confusion, unaware what had really happened. What had happened? He thought. What's happening?!
The man laughed. "Why hello there," he shouted. "It's really nice to see you, you know." He raised his sword, and pointed it at Fayt. Fayt gulped.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" he slowly reached his had out to the handle of his sword, ready to fight.
"My identity is not important right now," he said. "What's important is that your'e not supposed to exist here."
"Here? I kind of figured that out when I passed out right in the middle of town, and then time stopped suddenly. Everyone is bitter now. This isn't the world I'm supposed to live in."
He clapped amusingly. "Very good! Your'e smarter than he said you would be." He raised his sword higher, directly aiming at Fayt's forehead. Fayt realized this, and grabbed the handle of his sword forcefully.
"You can't fool me," he said quietly, and unsheathed his sword, making a noise that resembled the clash of war. "Come on. Do something."
He rolled his neck and cracked his knuckles. "Well, this should be interesting!" With both hands powerfully grasped on the handle of his sword, he looked directly into Fayt's emrald eyes. His pupils dialated and he lowered his sword.
"What?" he breathed. Fayt took his first steps to the left, then to the right. He continued this process slowly, in order to build stamina in his body. There was a lot of concentration needed in sword fighting. He couldn't afford to lose to this guy, whoever he was.
The man shook his head in doubt and tried to concentrate on his self defense and accuracy. Without hesitation, both charged forward. The sound of their swords clashed throughout the whole village, and rattled the house from its impact.
End, Chapter 14.
Author's note: YAY!! This is so awesome! I think I have a fetish for writing battle scences…(plans sinisterly) Hehehe….Oh no! Fayt is all alone with no Albel! How can he survive?!?! Well…Actually, I don't know. I have to brainstorm more. XD;; Ahh-heh-heh! Hope you're liking the chapters; Please read and review!
-Buri