When Guido said crossing the sea, Guile didn't think they were being serious about it.

So, when the made-up friend pointed towards the ocean, the boy was confused. Staring at the ocean, then back to his imaginary friend, 'What do I…' He began to sign.

And his sentence was interrupted by Guido, "YOU'RE GOING TO WALK ON WATER!"

'What.'

"WALK ON WATER."

Guile stood there for a good old solid minute, and again, he asked, 'You want…me…to walk on water? Me…? A human.'

"THE HUMAN BODY IS MORE CAPABLE WITH MANY THINGS THAN ONE MAY THINK." Guido merely explained.

To the boy, it made no sense. At all. There had to be a better way than…walking on water! So instead, the boy turned and walked away.

"…WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Guido questioned, watching the small boy.

The boy's current actions seemed off. He was gathering up big old branches of sticks and bark from the trees around the area. Heck he even grabbed some of the leaves, though most were dead, very few remained their bright purple touch. And once he had grabbed enough, he placed them all in one pile.

This continued, only for about ten minutes. At the fourth time, Guile was ready for his plan. The one that required not crossing the ocean at all. At once, he began to create and organize them into wings. Broken and jagged wings, however.

"UM…YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO ALL OF THIS," Guido continued to look on, puzzled. "IF YOU'RE THIS WORRIED ABOUT GETTING YOUR CLOTHES DIRTY, I CAN ASSURE YOU IT WILL NOT."

But Guile didn't listen, and continued making the battered and barely standing wings. Once he was done with the first pair, he moved onto the second and tried to repeat the process. His imaginary friend had gotten the short end of the stick, forced to watch, knowing the boy was complicit with his work.

And at the end of it, with thirty minutes spent, Guile came back to the shore, with a pair of wings attached on him.

"…THIS IDEA OF YOURS ISN'T GOING TO WORK." Guido stayed put. "I'D RATHER YOU TRY MY IDEA THAN…ATTEMPTING TO FLY," they looked down on the ocean. Wondering how deep it was down below.

But the boy started to already ran back, while the robot head was explaining. And by the time, they were done, he took the leap, jumping off the island, letting his makeshift wings fly.

As expected, Guile's wings quickly gave out, disassembling piece by piece. The boy realized it, and then his second realization, he never learned how to swim. So, closing his eyes, he prepared for his inevitable fate.

Here laid Benjamin 'Guile', the boy who attempted to fly using branches from trees. He could even see the imaginary graveyard in his head.

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Instead of his body hitting the water, and the rocks scrapping his head, he found himself…safe? Well. He was still breathing, but he wasn't hurt at all. Opening his eyes, he gasped.

"TOLD YOU. HUMANS ARE MORE CAPABLE OF MANY THINGS."

Guile was laying on water. Not in the water, but on it. It was like the ocean was merely a hard and solid hard bed.

With the shock fading off, the boy picking himself up on his feet, the ocean not binding or twisting. He was walking on water, something only told in myths.

"SEE? NOT SO SCARY NOW IS IT!" Guido joined him shortly after, gently stepping onto the ocean and walking over to the boy. They took a good old glance at him, almost observing him. "I'M GLAD TO SEE YOU'RE WHOLE, BUT PRAY TELL, WHY'D YOU TRY TO FLY WHEN I SAID WE WALK?"

Guile frowned, 'Walking on water…seemed ridiculous.' He signed.

"BUT ATTEMPTING TO FLY WITH BRANCHES AND LEAVES ISN'T?"

'It made more sense. And I read it in a book once.'

"YOU READ A BOOK ABOUT A CHILD FLYING BUT YOU CALLED WALKING ON WATER RIDICULOUS? WHERE ARE YOUR STANDARDS!"

Rustboro. Old tales and stories once told of the city as great. Small but great, and one of the start of a great challenge to begin with. But, the Rustboro of present time was nothing but a old shell of itself. The city was down to mere rubble, stones acting as the people's natural houses.

On the outskirts of the island, there was a man, crouched down, holding a pair of binoculars. From faraway, he remained unseen at night. But that was not the only thing, this man's name was Kinu, he was a scout.

And looking through his binoculars, came a unusual sight. A possible curse impending as well? It was a boy, with light red fine quality clothes and pants on, with a ridiculous poofy hat that made him stand out. And lastly, his red hair sticking out his hat.

This boy was walking on water. No, wait, the Ocean. This boy was walking on the Ocean. Yet, having read all the myths and from experience himself, the Ocean wasn't attacking the young boy.

Kinu knew it would only be a matter of time before this child came to Rustboro. He let his binoculars vanish into thin air, his Magic sealing them off for another time. And he whispered, "I must go tell everyone." As quickly as he came, he was already gone, like a breeze of wind.

author's note: AWOOGA BOOGA

okay well besides that hoped you enjoyed this chapter and have a good morning/night!