There was a slight flicker that could bearly be seen by the commotion in the room. One that did not drag the attention of the racing people who scurried around small cries that filling the area, and a mother holding onto her child with caring eyes that locked onto the infant who had taken all of her attention. This flicker was not one where the light turned on and off slightly, but It was one where the light had slightly shifted color as if it wanted to look at what was in front of it before disappearing altogether. That color holding tints of pink through what was originally purple hues that could not completely go through from the white light that it invaded. This purple hue would have to wait in the soft light of the lamp until it could strike.
In a completely different place, another light appeared, originally holding a beam of dark reddish-brown, almost black even. No one saw as the dark dim light stared down, proceeding to split in two as it held the hand of trading color schemes from opposing forces. One of fire red that became pail from the light and the other a vibrant green that had brightened it's defining hues with the pureness of a white light that illuminated the room. These two colors birthed a simmering shine of horrid haunted senary and warmth that enveloped the two parents who held onto twins. Two twins of identical looks, both birthed from a trans father not fully transitioned and another dad who wore the tears that fled from tired sockets and paced down loving, smiling lips. These two colors waited on opposite sides of a lamp that held two lights, hoping to pounce on first prey.
With not much of a home around, this light had only filled more color to an already yellow glow that stained only one of the many street lamps. Outside, screams and fear bolted itself around a very dark alleyway, through deafening sounds and laughter hauled around bad smells and basic senary. Noises quickly shut down once a final pitch quickly spread around and echoed on the gritty walls, stopping only when a finishing red had painted itself on the splattered concrete ground. With nothing else to do, the one who held the blood on their hands fled the scene and saw as people panicked and screamed from the pitiful pitch, all dashing in opposite directions, hoping to not be next. With not much of a choice, the light flew to the one who shamefully had their life taken away, a mother to be exact. One who was due today, and one who is now dead, though the light did not make it on time as forces had already arrived at the scene, only to have their sight filled with horror as they encountered the now dead and pregnant women. With not much else to do, the light waited in the street lamp.
Fleeing from bleak to now cheerful scenery, this light drifted to a very bright shade of blue with another following suit holding the charge of a pastel pink tint. Together, they paused onto one single lamp, not mixing together, but still resting with one another by each other's side. Two mothers in the same room. Ones who know each other through a history of hearts and broken pieces, mended by similarities of past significant others. Their children were related in a way of false love and cheated kisses that passed through the other's lips. Half brothers, unlike twins, but still bared the time of their birth in the same year and day. The two lights stayed close to one another, like lovebugs unable to separate, waiting in the lamp.
Not a minute later, a dark blue light appeared in a very ancestral and calculated state at a completely different hospital. A mother had just given birth to her child, while the father talked to the doctor about the circumcision, all while this baby did not show any signs of tears or wild tantrum. He was healthy, and he was breathing fairly well as the doctors let the mother hold her child. She was happy for the experience to be over, even if it didn't quite hurt as much as everyone had respectfully warned. No ear-splitting screams, or pain of any unimaginable intensity. It was just a peaceful birth, or at least, as peaceful as birth can get. None the less, as all the other lights had been, this one waited for its own timer to count down, initiating the time for their arrival as it waited in a lamp.
Finally, dark a gritty, not even filled with brightly colored hues, the concluding light had found its target. Chaos ensued in the room, a chilled half-dead child whos breath did not flow and whos cries could not be heard over the chokes and tears from the mother and father. He was taken immediately to a different room while the screams and screeches got louder and more direct as the parents tried to raise hope. This light moved through many different light sources, creating a dark and continuous aura that flew around the child and sunk into its skin. No one saw as It's greyish tint grew brighter and brighter, blinding the people around, too excited to wait as the others did.
One by one, the lights flew to their direct child, and one by one, the blinding lights grew. The lamps that held the lights fluttered through the breaths of panting mothers or fathers, single or not. Each child, reaching a state of aloneness, seemed to shine in a soluted state, with no eyes reaching them but the ones that shunned from the pureness of each colored luminescence. They shined brightly, like nothing anyone had ever seen and before they knew it, the shine had just turned into thought in their minds without a second reflection about what had just transpired, minds simply blank. Purple, Pink, Red, Green, Grey, Yellow, And Blue of dark and light color schemes. No more crying could be heard, as it was all just calm, and the flicker of the lamp was all the light that was left.
"What do you think?" A whisper came, asking an age-old question seeming to be bound on the jungles of forest and concrete. A hand of a second form laid upon this whisper, black and white wisps of latching, clashing nails pressed firmly on its temple.
"They are not ready, and you know that," A second whisper said though in the place of a third figure who seemed to flee in the background as if shunning itself in its own umbra without remorse.
The hand that had formerly played on the first whisper detached their talon-like claws, fleeing to the third figure in the dark with the lightest thing seen being the fethers of the clawed hazard, fluttering and dragging down multi-colored wings. They wrapped their arms around the shadow, bringing them a light that almost over through it.
"Don't be so negative. Their mission will bring our worlds to a collide. Babys all over the world are born on exact days at similar times. They have decided to be counters instead of guardians. Just like The Battle Of The Horns And The Hallows, they will be the ones who bring peace and bring forth another collide," The feathered figure preached, their words of whispers boomed through the motionless void.
"They risked the very lives of those who they hope to protect. The young who are dead before they even live. The pitied, sainted sinners who live as they please down there in peace. They will risk their tranquility and expand their minds too much that I am to expect they will explode!" Yelled the third figure, still as dark and tainted in shadow as was before. The second and third figure saw the whisperer shift in place, a palm hovered over the planet earth, though smaller in frame it was. He stared down, enhancing the image into eight different moving pictures, each one holding the image of each chosen baby. He breathed a heavy sigh and frowned his brows as his nose scrunched up in his own concentration as he spoke.
"For now, they are to act as growing power and use Guide to their advantage. Suggestion after suggestion, these eight children will meet each other soon." His eyes began to shut as the palms of his hands began to illuminate a pure white, then shifted to moving and changing tones of a more vibrant and diverse color scheme of rainbows with shades of every kind.
The dark shadow snapped and rose from the dark side of the void to the more white fraction, where the whisperer stood. It was here where their form truly showed. They were completely black, with nothing more than their orange eyes showing through the inky goop that encased its very being. This substance seemed to hang off them yet did not drip or detach as it simply flowed and draped around their body. It dragged behind them in globs of slime and rolled around itself like moving matter. They were angry and practically yelled in the whisperer's face.
"By using Guide, They are practically detaching those poor children from their free will! Guide is not a simple suggestion, it is complete mind control!" Their hands flew around the air, feet planted firmly and body slouched with yellowy greyish fangs bared at the other who still seemed to keep their eyes closed.
The Feathered figure stepped out from the dark, into the light, and into the arms of the tar-covered black frame. Their multi-colored wings did not cling to the gluey substance as one would expect. On the contrary, they seemed to flick back the ink, revealing grey-tinted shoulders and arms bellow a purple cloth stitched to stained grey.
"Trust in the rainbowed hues and the shaded shadows, my love. He knows what he's doing…" The multi-colored figure had froze midsentence, a look of distrust plastered on their face before it switched to confusion and then to defeat. They peered over to the whisperer, arms slightly loosening from their grasp on the shadowed ink.
"Right, Thomas?" They asked, worried tones slipping past their lips, short spotted hair waving as they tilted slightly into a more comforting position, head placed softly on the shadow's shoulder. It didn't take long before the whisperer opened his eyes and peeked over at his two partners. He stared for a while, mind completely blank, unable to think of a suitable reply, though quickly sighed, a small smirk stretched through his lips. His eyes filled quickly like an overflowing pool of admiration and content.
"Yes, my taloned friend. Do not worry. They will be fine, as well as you two. I mean, I am entrusting my eight children of troubled times to you," He said, giving one final smirk before turning back to the globe, spinning in his palms. The shadow seemed to perk up at this comment, hands now firmly grasping at the wrists of their feathered love.
"We will protect them, and make sure the personalities of these children stay true to experience instead of dreaded control," They simply said, brushing their hands almost erotically through the feathers of the others' wings. The feathered feined looked at the planet that hovered on delicate fingers with a skeptical look sketched on each detail. They tilted their head to the right, grasping on the hand of the inked figure and maneuvering it from their wings to their cheek, leaning into the touch. With that, the inked black and grey figure, and winged multi-colored being, both flashed into bright lights, more concentrated and detailed. They where both gone in an instant, leaving the whisperer to think upon the future. He stared at the globe in his hands and held the image close to his chest, before blowing on the image and making it disappear.
And this was the first chapter. I know it's pretty short, but ill try and make it longer in the future hopefully. Let's see if I actually finish this story.