The crystal-like water risked an occasional gentle lick against the golden sands of Opassa Beach. Sprawled on the shore, lay a single boy, enjoying the tranquil breeze and the serene waves which lapped at his bare feet. Judging by his young features, he look barely fifteen. Carefree and innocent. Not a care in the world. But beneath the fringe of his rich blue hair were eyes of the most unfathomed blue. He hardly squinted as the intense rays of sunlight shone on his solemn face. Gazing into his eyes was like staring into a whirlpool, which threatened to swallow your conscience at any moment.
But they displayed great knowledge and understanding more than anything, and weren't as intimidating as one would imagine. And now he lay there without a care in the world, absentmindedly gripping the sea swallow, his trusty weapon. The sea swallow was a bronze stick with dual blades, one on each end. A very formidable weapon. It had probably taken more lives than there were grains of sand on Opassa Beach. This was because Serge wasn't like any other boy; One year ago, while on this very beach, he had accidently triggered a warp in time which channeled him into Another World. A world which was very much like his except it depicted events which would have happened in his Home World if other choices had been made.
Because of this, when Serge travelled to the other world he found his grave atop Cape Howl. In this world he had drowned on Opassa Beach a year before. From that point on, the young boy had to grow up very fast; Many astonishing events took place while he was stranded and had to take on many evils. The fear and pain he had gone through was indescribable. But despite his troubles he had also came across many friends. Now, he thought about Kid, wondering where she was at the moment... Whether she was okay... How she was doing without him... Whether she had given him any thought since they had parted... But behind this mask of worry was another feeling which burned inside him, ever since he had returned safely to his own world.
Especially now that he was safe; it was desire. Curiosity. Now that he was safely home, he wondered... What if there are other worlds out there? Serge dug his hands into the sand and lifted himself up into a crouch. Suddenly his hand strayed into his pocket and recovered a beautiful bracelet of Komodo Scales. No, he thought as he stared at the piece of jewelry, gleaming with sunlight. No, he had Leena. She was still with him, in Arni Village... And she's worth more than the whole world to me... And with that thought, Serge heaved himself up and shook sand from his clothes. His mind was made up. He wasn't going to let some silly fantasy get in the way of his relationship.
He began to walk back to his village when he felt a slight tingle within his chest. A feeling. A presence. Serge slowly turned around but saw nothing. And yet... a dot. A mere dot in sky, level with the shoreline. Nothing of interest... Yet it shouldn't be there... The boy stopped at once and stared at it. Nothing. As if some tiny little dot in the landscape of a famous painting, hardly noticeable, but definitely there. Eternity seemed to go by, yet Serge continued to painfully stare at the insignificant speck of black. Thought's began to surface in his mind. This is stupid... I'm wasting time... My eyes are beginning to water... All of a sudden, the little speck began to expand. Strangely, not in existence, but in Serge's mind.
It simply swallowed him whole, and before he managed to realize he had made a mistake he was spinning out of control. Unable to comprehend what was happening he faltered and his body went limp and his mind went black. After endless minutes his eyes snapped open. As if everything within him had flipped over and all was in place again. He remembered the dot... Next he realized he was face-down on the ground. Every muscle in his body ached as he pulled himself onto his feet. Serge had no clue as to what had happened but he knew that he had spent too much time on the beach. He had errands he had to get to. It was only then that he realized that he was no longer on Opassa Beach. And his bare feet were no longer standing on warm sand but on cold grass...
But they displayed great knowledge and understanding more than anything, and weren't as intimidating as one would imagine. And now he lay there without a care in the world, absentmindedly gripping the sea swallow, his trusty weapon. The sea swallow was a bronze stick with dual blades, one on each end. A very formidable weapon. It had probably taken more lives than there were grains of sand on Opassa Beach. This was because Serge wasn't like any other boy; One year ago, while on this very beach, he had accidently triggered a warp in time which channeled him into Another World. A world which was very much like his except it depicted events which would have happened in his Home World if other choices had been made.
Because of this, when Serge travelled to the other world he found his grave atop Cape Howl. In this world he had drowned on Opassa Beach a year before. From that point on, the young boy had to grow up very fast; Many astonishing events took place while he was stranded and had to take on many evils. The fear and pain he had gone through was indescribable. But despite his troubles he had also came across many friends. Now, he thought about Kid, wondering where she was at the moment... Whether she was okay... How she was doing without him... Whether she had given him any thought since they had parted... But behind this mask of worry was another feeling which burned inside him, ever since he had returned safely to his own world.
Especially now that he was safe; it was desire. Curiosity. Now that he was safely home, he wondered... What if there are other worlds out there? Serge dug his hands into the sand and lifted himself up into a crouch. Suddenly his hand strayed into his pocket and recovered a beautiful bracelet of Komodo Scales. No, he thought as he stared at the piece of jewelry, gleaming with sunlight. No, he had Leena. She was still with him, in Arni Village... And she's worth more than the whole world to me... And with that thought, Serge heaved himself up and shook sand from his clothes. His mind was made up. He wasn't going to let some silly fantasy get in the way of his relationship.
He began to walk back to his village when he felt a slight tingle within his chest. A feeling. A presence. Serge slowly turned around but saw nothing. And yet... a dot. A mere dot in sky, level with the shoreline. Nothing of interest... Yet it shouldn't be there... The boy stopped at once and stared at it. Nothing. As if some tiny little dot in the landscape of a famous painting, hardly noticeable, but definitely there. Eternity seemed to go by, yet Serge continued to painfully stare at the insignificant speck of black. Thought's began to surface in his mind. This is stupid... I'm wasting time... My eyes are beginning to water... All of a sudden, the little speck began to expand. Strangely, not in existence, but in Serge's mind.
It simply swallowed him whole, and before he managed to realize he had made a mistake he was spinning out of control. Unable to comprehend what was happening he faltered and his body went limp and his mind went black. After endless minutes his eyes snapped open. As if everything within him had flipped over and all was in place again. He remembered the dot... Next he realized he was face-down on the ground. Every muscle in his body ached as he pulled himself onto his feet. Serge had no clue as to what had happened but he knew that he had spent too much time on the beach. He had errands he had to get to. It was only then that he realized that he was no longer on Opassa Beach. And his bare feet were no longer standing on warm sand but on cold grass...