Only time will tell (FutureShipping)

Chapter 48

A destiny?

What does he mean and what part are they are playing for it?

That's what burned for both Krux and Wu. The wind cut through the awkward silence. But rather much is needed.

As that the twins looked to Wu with hopeful eyes. But he had little to no info of the matter.

But an idea brew in head. He remember exactly of a time stream that Rhea was able to create to access anyone's history or future by a simple golden thread. But Acronix nor Krux knows how to summon it. He looked to the young master with a slight hopeful smile. "Your mother was able to create a time steam. Whenever she meditated. Why not try that?" He mentioned, giving the younger hope.

He moved back on the desk and crossed his legs. Even with being excited, he had to calm himself down. Closing his pale golden eyes, he rested his hands on his knees. The other two remained silent so he wasn't disturbed. They looked to each other quietly, but once they looked back, the stream started to appear after a few minutes. Acronix opened his eyes, that now reside fully of a golden yellow color. He awaited instructions from the elder.

"Pick a yellow stream from the person you have in mind. And you should be able to see what went in their past." Wu explained to the young master. Who followed the instructions carefully. Thinking of his mother.

A golden string stuck to his finger as he lift it out of the stream after previously placing it barely on top. Using his other hand to hold onto the end and made it completely straight. Showing the entire timeline of his mother.

Only though he could see the past. As the element is one with him. He closed his eyes and the string began to glow, as if it transported his mind there. But his body remained in one place.

Opening his eyes once more. He sawn the ground first. But his attire changed to a dark colored, yet old-timing formal. A dark gray neck collar wrapped nicely around, a cape attached that draped to his side. the coat buttoned five times to the side while a gray belt wrapped his stomach with a buckle. Following down to the ground as if it was a suit. Having a lighter grayed shirt underneath, untucked, but it draped much more shorter then the coat ontop. A single pocket on the side where resides his pocket watch. Raven black boots complimented the outfit. Even forearm guards give just as much to the entirety of the outfit.

Lifting his hand up after perking up to see infront, his hair is smoothed down. And neatly tucked behind his ears. Though his bangs covered his other eye. He enjoyed the outfit throughly. Taking an actual glance around. He found himself in a completely different world. The environment rich with jade greens, sky blues, rosy reds, and golden yellows. Even creatures as magnificent as those told in fairy tales and Mythology.

But he cannot dwell to take his time in the world, as he felt a gust of wind hit his back. Throwing his hair infront of his face. He looked back to see somewhat of a entrance opening. Slicing through the thick fog. Out came a woman and a man. Both really resembled his parents.

It WAS his parents!

"Madre! Padre!" Acronix called out and ran to them. But as if he was a ghost, he wasn't heard nor seen. He even fazed through them. He stood confused and looked at his hands. The failed attempt to hug them hit his heart harder then he expected.

"Oh yeah..." he muttered sadly, fighting back tears. He is mere a spirit while traveling to another's timeline. He looked back to his parents, who walked  down a path together. He followed right after them, trying to keep up.

He wanted to speak to them, to be in their warmth, to feel their love. But it wouldn't happen if he is a fragment with the spiritual world. He wiped the strands of hair out of his face, giving a small frown. "I wish I can ask you where we are...", he muttered, his voice sounding as if he was in a long tunnel.