Sleep
Koschei knew Theta couldn't help it. The boy was known for having many strange, vivid, and sometimes awful dreams.
So, why was this bothering him?
Because, what had scared Theta so much was also what secretly kept Koschei awake at night, the awful, horrible thing that would wake him in a cold sweat.
The thought of Theta hating him.
The two had met in the fields of red grass, and instantly clicked. Theta was barely fifty-nine, Koschei the fresh age of sixty-two.
Eventually, theirs became a friendship that Koschei believed was deeper than the pits of Darkness on the Plains of Sorrow (which, if anyone was to believe the ancient legends, had no bottom). In fact, he didn't think friendship even covered it. They were like the brothers every parent dreams of having, the brothers who don't want to be away from each other, brothers who love and care for each other.
They had their fights yes, their disagreements, but they were few and scarce. They were hardly ever seen apart from the other, and when they were, everyone would ask where the other one was, just to make sure there hadn't been an injury.
So, the idea that they would hate each other was scarier to Koschei than any story or frightening tale he had ever been told by the ignorant, idiotic fools he had to call brothers, or anything Theta told him about the Vampires and Fendhal.
Koschei pushed the thought out of his mind. It was just a dream, like all the ones he had.
Theta, who sleeping peacfully beside his best friend, stirred. Koschei looked at him, afraid he was going to wake up. As if trying to prevent this, he squeezed his arm around him tighter, pulling him closer. Theta stopped moving and was soon snoring softly again.
Koschei smiled and closed his eyes. He forced himself to forget everything that was bothering him. Their friendship would never die… he was sure of it.
Soon he went back to sleep, holding to Theta like his life depended on it.
Ok people, I would love some happy ideas. Anyone got any?